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Yang Yi escorted me into the prison and locked me in Room No. [-] of Tianzi.

Tianlao is a revisit of the old place, looking up and down, there are tables and candles, and there is a toilet beside the bed, which has not changed much from the past.

"Squeak!"

The rats scurrying under my feet seemed to be chasing me, an uninvited guest, so I spread my fan and blew it away, but something bad happened—the straw flew everywhere, the smell filled the air, and the jailer at the far end was dissatisfied with me and came to scold me.

I covered my nose and complained to the jailer: "There are a little more small animals..."

"This is the best cell."

"I know."

"It's not me who shut you in...don't look at me like that."

I took out one of the last two pieces of silver from my sleeve, pinched it on my fingertips, and thought: Maybe this jailer can reveal some information to me, and gossip is the most reliable regardless of the size of the person.

After making up my mind, I said, "Can I buy you a jar of wine?"

The jailer nodded, and soon brought a jug of wine. I handed over the money, and he took it without hesitation.

"That... eh?" What about people?

I poked my head out, and the indifferent voice of the jailer came from afar: "Liquor is sold, don't talk about it." Sure enough, I have been hiding from the world for too long, I don't know how cool the jailers are these days.

The jailer didn't give me a chance, so I stood on the railing in a daze, flashing through my mind one by one the beautiful years of Fame Peak.Did Bai Yan take good care of Murong Jun?Is Liu Cui still tossing about as usual?Murong Jun, would you be curious about Famous Peak?

...What am I afraid of, but a mere little prince... If he leaves me alone for three or five years, there will be Haitang children.

Alas, after three days of farewell, you should look at each other with admiration.Yang Yi knew that I was the heart of Kunlun, so instead of imprisoning me secretly, he put me in the dungeon under the watchful eyes of everyone - he was not trying to succeed to the throne, but to claim credit.

After a moment of silence, someone stepped into the dungeon again, and the sound of footsteps came down the steps. The jailer stood up to greet him, and the key shook.

"Tianzi No. [-]."

The person who made the sound was like Yang Yi, and I sat on the low couch with my robe lifted, pretending to be resting with my eyes closed.

The sound of footsteps came from far to near, heading straight to the end of the dungeon. I squinted one eye, and saw a man wearing a dark red wide-sleeved cannon inlaid with black checks, a jade crown with high beams of gold beads, and gilded thick-soled black boots. , Noble and compelling, arrogant for the rest of my life.

Yang Yi like this turned his head but held his breath to the other person.

The other person is dressed in black, with black feathers hanging on his shoulders. He stands tall and majestic. From a distance, the black jade crown is tied high into a jet-black ponytail, which is more than a head taller than Yang Yi.

The cell was dim, but the man's gaze was still able to lock me tightly, with such ruthless force that he seemed to see through me.

I recognized the person, and without being in a teasing mood, I slowly opened my eyes.In Xuanyuan Continent, besides the Empress, there is only one other woman with such imposing manner: General Wuyuan.

Wu Yuan's eyebrows are full of aggressiveness, and she is not handsome like a woman. Although the bridge of her nose is straight, it is difficult to hide the traces of the passage of time on her face.Yes, she has grown up a lot, but even though she is on the battlefield and is used to seeing life and death, she still looks surprised when she sees me.

No one is the same person as before, but I am like what Haitang said in the letter: I will not die of sorrow.Yang Yi ordered the jailer to open the door, and Wu Yuan walked forward alone. When she finally saw my face clearly, she fell into deep thought.

"Be safe." I smiled.

"You are not her." Heiyuan's eyes regained their brightness and confidence.

"Of course not."

I spread the fan to cover my face, Hei Yuan moved faster than me, and with a hand with sharp knuckles, she brushed away the broken hair on my left forehead.When she saw those two scars, she still felt sorry for herself: "You have ruined such a beautiful appearance like this."

What comes easily is not always easy to cherish.I thought that all mortal women look so beautiful, but I don't know that this is an unforgettable face. Even after many years, Hei Yuan is still recognizable at a glance.

I pushed Wu Yuan's hand away, and said in distaste: "Yang Yi came to catch me, so he couldn't be reminiscing about the past, right?"

It has been more than ten years since the dynasty changed, and I have long since lost my role. I have lived a happy life in Qingming Pavilion, how can I still hinder the eyes of the Empress?

"Yi'er was worried that the general would kill you, so he begged for mercy all the way. What kind of painting is it that made him so interested?" Wu Yuan turned around and glanced silently. Yang Yi opened his mouth to explain, but chose to remain silent.

Hei Yuan turned her back and couldn't see the trace of resentment flashing in Yang Yi's eyes. My face remained calm, but I had already calculated in my heart: "He just wants the truth." Although Wu Yuan knew that Yang Yi couldn't hide it, Still hesitating, I was straightforward: "Yi'er said that the woman in that painting is exactly the same as his mother."

Yang Yi is not the empress's biological son, but his biological mother, every time she is mentioned, the past will emerge in front of his eyes.In an instant, I had stood in front of Yang Yi, looked at his face again, and it gradually merged with the face in my mind: "You really are that child back then..."

I turned a blind eye to the prison, Yang Yi pulled up his sleeves to cover his face and called out to the jailers.Before he finished speaking, I ran back to Tianzi No. [-] without waiting for the jailer to come.

Wu Yuan said: "If Yi'er has offended you, I apologize to you. You know, he was a posthumous child, he was born and lost his mother, neglected to discipline..."

There was something in her words, my smile froze on my face, and I didn't intend to accept it.Why bother to say this apologetic apology that doesn't mean to drink, and hurt Yang Yi's heart again.

Yang Yi stood at the door of the cell with a nervous expression on his face: "Jile, you know where she is, right?"

Yang Yi wants to know the truth, but he doesn't know how cruel the truth is. I touched my face and smiled awkwardly at him.He likes me, how much is because of Oedipus, and how much is out of sincerity?

Seeing me laughing, Wu Yuan's eyes turned red, and she suppressed her anger: "Jile, she... If you feel sorry for Yang Yi, can you tell him where his mother is... Empress, I also miss her sister very much."

"She's dead."

"No! She's not dead!"

"You know." I smiled slightly, "You will live in guilt forever."

Wu Yuan's anger could no longer be controlled, she grabbed my collar, her eyes fluttered with murderous intent: "She escaped from the palace, because you changed faces with her! You used sorcery to turn the world around, two ways How can the sky split be enough!"

Every time they tracked down, they could find some clues about her, but they all disappeared without a trace in the end.For so many years, the glimmer of hope they held on to was finally shattered by their own hands today.

I never took the face-changing matter to heart, just like the other party also had no regrets about the face-changing matter.This story should have ended a long time ago. This situation is because I missed one point. It is true that the woman can grow wildly outside the palace—in the hearts of others.

"Wu Yuan, I have a deal, do you dare?"

Sincerely, I don’t understand, but I understand this cycle of cause and effect. Since the disasters around me were caused by my negligence at the beginning, if I solve this unfinished story and plant another fruit, maybe everything will be restored to its original state.

The empress's throne is not right, and she will not be able to sit firmly after all.

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