The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

After cleaning up the mess in the palace with Jiang Ya and his men, Lou Jian went to look for the prince, but he was nowhere to be found.

After a little thought, he returned to the East Palace and found the prince sitting drunk in the dark room of the study.

Lou Jian knew this place well, and could roughly guess the private tablet inside. However, he did not want to mention those past events and upset the prince, so he never asked more.

This was the first time that the door of the darkroom was open, allowing Lou Jian to see what was going on inside.

The sun was shining brightly outside, with warm rays penetrating the clouds, but inside the dark room, after walking down a few stone steps, it felt a bit chilly.

The wine jar fell over and landed at Lou Jian's feet.

He bent down to straighten the bottle, and saw the prince sitting in front of the deceased's tablet with a burning lamp, silent.

"elder brother."

Lou Jian called softly, but seeing no response from the prince, she slowly walked over.

The smell of alcohol was very strong. When you get closer, you can see many wine jugs scattered around the prince. Some of them were overturned, with the remaining wine dripping slowly from the mouths of the jugs.

He slowed down and cleaned up the wine bottles, piling them aside. Lou Jian took a pile of mats and sat with the prince on one side.

The prince was still drinking, raising the wine jug in his hand and drinking. Over the years, he had developed a bad habit of relying too much on strong liquor to temporarily forget the heavy clouds that had fallen on his shoulders.

"Brother, don't drink anymore." Lou Jian wiped the wine that overflowed from the corner of the other's lips and reached out to snatch the bottle that the prince was holding.

You Mu loosened his hand, feeling a little dazed, and fell beside Lou Jian as the other party pulled him.

The secret room was very dark, with only the two oil lamps on the tribute stand dimly illuminating a dozen tablets. They sat under the counter, the light was cut off and could not reach them. For a moment, the two seemed to have returned to those dark days.

You Mu was in a bad mood. Even with alcohol to numb his emotions, the gloom hanging over his heart still lingered.

"I think that if I take revenge and kill these people, I will feel better..." After two years of planning and three years of layout, You Mu was not happy when the revenge was finally achieved.

He looked at the eyes of Emperor Chen and Prince Yu, which were unwilling to close even in death, and the look of fear on Concubine Xiao's face when she saw Marquis Xiao's head, but he did not feel as satisfied as when he swung his sword to chop people.

He gave an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, and made these people also taste the pain of losing their loved ones, but... even if he cut them into pieces, his mother, his maternal uncles, his dead soldiers, and Zichai and the East Palace's former servants would not come back...

"I still hate them..."

Killing cannot bring back lives, and the people he cares about cannot be brought back to life.

He thought that as long as he had taken revenge and fulfilled his wish, he would be able to let it go... but... nothing had changed. He still... hated everything... hated those people... even though they were already dead.

In the dim light, Lou Jian heard the prince whispering in his ear.

"Brother, I hate them too..." He turned sideways and hugged the other person, leaning on each other, and responded in a low voice.

"They deserve it. Evil is evil, they deserve to die. Even if they go to hell and go through eighteen tortures, it still cannot make up for the harm they have done to us." Lou Jian took the prince's hand and stroked the scar on her cheek.

Touching the warm flesh, the burn marks were still clearly visible even in the dark.

You Mu knew how much Lou Jian had suffered because of the burn on half of her face. The old medical immortal in the Medical Valley had once fallen into a trap while traveling, and was saved by my grandfather by chance. Thus, the two people of completely different identities and statuses formed a pure friendship.

It was because of his maternal grandfather that You Mu had such close contacts with the Medical Immortal Valley in private.

It was very difficult for him to deliver messages in those years. Occasionally he would receive handwritten letters from the old medical immortal. From those few strokes, he could understand Lou Jian's pain.

The journey delayed her. When she first sent Lou Jian to the Medical Immortal Valley, her wound had already blistered and festering, and she needed to remove the rotten flesh and stimulate the growth of fresh flesh and blood...

The child who used to cry out in pain even when he hit his knee, has endured the pain of being cut by a knife time and time again, and has now become a swordsman who doesn't care about the cuts all over his body.

"Ajian, it must have been very painful at that time, right?" You Mu had never experienced fire and could not empathize with the pain brought by the flames, but now, the scar was still horrible.

This kind of pain cannot be compensated or repaired.

"It hurts, it hurts a lot, brother. In this world, there is no way to end hatred by dying. We don't forgive, we don't let go, hatred is hatred..." Lou Jian knew that the prince felt sorry for him, he stroked the prince's hand, pulled it down, clasped their hands together, and began to comfort him:

"But brother, they are already dead. We still have a long time to live. We must always look forward. The queen also wants brother to live happily and comfortably."

Lou Jian took the prince and turned to look at the tablet of the empress under the firelight.

The light cast shadows, making the writing seem a little vague and a little softer than the stiff strokes of the past.

As if to confirm Lou Jian's words, a trace of the Queen's soul was looking at the Prince on the tribute platform with a gentle gaze.

"Mother..."

You Mu was stunned and stared at the tablet in a daze.

There are many tablets on the stage. In addition to the prince's relatives, there are also some deceased members of the Lou family.

Releasing his hand, Lou Jian stood up and knelt on the mat again, announcing the good news to the tablet in front of him: "My queen, general, my prince is going to be the emperor. I beg you in heaven to bless my prince to have a smooth and worry-free future."

He kowtowed three times in prayer and knelt down devoutly and solemnly.

After standing up, he looked at the tablet belonging to his father and said, "Also, Dad, you always hoped that your son would serve as an official in the court and assist my brother to be a loyal and good person. Although this vision is a little deviated at present, but..." Lou Jian's lowered hand touched the prince's fingertips.

"The Lou family should be remembered in history because of their son. I think it's almost certain. If you are angry, just send me a dream and beat me up. My brother is the emperor and is busy with official duties. Please don't disturb my brother's sweet dreams."

These inappropriate words actually amused You Mu, who was originally in a depressed mood.

He propped himself up and knelt down, kowtowed to the tablets of the empress and his grandfather, and brought up the matter of choosing a queen: "Mother, you have tried every possible way to select a princess, but none of them suited your taste. Now, I have chosen one myself, and it is Ajian. You loved him so much in the past, I think you will agree."

"I have no relatives left. The only ones left are Ajian and Shushu. There will be no one else in the future. Many people in the royal family are unfaithful and fickle, but I don't want to be like my father and disappoint you."

You Mu spoke slowly, and suddenly he saw the flame on the oil lamp tremble slightly without wind, and gently exploded into a dazzling spark, as if his words really got a response.

This movement was extremely light and fast, but it was still caught by the two people in front of the tribute platform.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I will take good care of my brother. Don't worry." It was Lou Jian who reacted first. He knelt down and kowtowed to the tablet of the Queen.

Finally, Lou Jian pulled the prince's hand, looked towards the tablet of Grand Tutor Lou, and begged as if asking for a beating: "Dad, the queen has agreed, you should at least express your opinion, right?"

But this time, the flame on the oil lamp burned full and bright, and never shook.

It was as if the old tutor who strictly abided by the rules and etiquette was so angry with his useless young son that he ignored him out of spite.

Lou Jian didn't wait until the firelight flickered, but he knew that no matter what, his father, who said one thing and meant another, would always nod in agreement after he calmed down.

"We will take good care of Shushu, Dad, elder sister, you can rest assured."

Standing up from the mat, Lou Jian took the prince up, spoke again towards the tablet, then took the prince's hand and walked out.

It's noon now, we should have some lunch, how can we drink like this?

You Mu was still a little dizzy and was helped to walk out. When he stepped on the stone steps and walked up, he suddenly looked back. In his unclear vision, the lights left afterimages. Under the bright yellow halo, there seemed to be several shadows standing behind the tablets, looking at them.

Coming back to his senses, You Mu lowered his head and blinked, suppressing the hot tears for a moment, and the lingering anger and ignorance in his heart was alleviated.

At noon, the light outside the room was bright, and the golden sun slanted into the room, bringing out the fine dust in the air into twinkling stars.

"Brother, I'll go find someone to serve you food. You can't drink like this anymore, or your body won't be able to take it." Lou Jian helped the prince sit on a soft couch at the side, thinking about making some sobering soup first.

"Lou Jian."

Just as she was about to stand up and leave, the prince grabbed her wrist.

Lou Jian turned around when she heard the voice, and was unexpectedly brought down to the couch. The prince leaned sideways, and the breath mixed with the smell of alcohol fell over her...