Cang Qiao raised her head and looked at the sky.

The sky was dark and gray clouds were floating in the sky.

Not long after, water began to fall.

The icy rain, with a bone-chilling chill, fell on his pale face.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the rain on his face, his eyes complex and blurred.

"The sky is about to split. If I didn't still have attachment in my heart, I would really like to have a heavy rain, a violent wind, and a fire, and burn together with them in this dirty palace. Come and go without worries, and die a clean death."

He took revenge, but he was not happy.

When Lao He rushed over, he happened to hear Cang Qiao's low murmurs, and his heart suddenly tightened.

I have always known the misery and suffering in my little master's heart, and I also know that he has a strong tendency to self-destruct.

Living is too tiring and painful for the little master, but this is the first time I heard him say it.

Betrayed and betrayed by close relatives...

All the pain Shangguan Hongye suffered was only one-tenth of what he endured.

Sure enough, the closer to the time of complete "change", the harder it is to suppress the negative emotions in the governor's heart.

Lao He's mind was spinning, and he immediately stepped forward and whispered: "Master Governor, the queen has sent a message. She will be leaving in two days. When will you find time to go over and have a meal?"

Cang Qiao paused and slowly lowered his eyes, the gloomy and sad look hidden in his eyes: "Lao He... Lao He, I won't die. Don't worry, at least I won't die now."

Lao He's eyes were slightly red, and he said softly: "Little Master, Lao He is with you, and you have gone through such difficult days, right?"

Cang Qiao lowered her head and sighed softly: "Yes, if I die, won't it make that girl sad and make you sad?"

A winter rain covered the entire capital.

It rarely rains so heavily in winter, and the streets of the capital are full of people who are in a hurry and seeking shelter from the rain.

But there was a figure, like a puppet, walking stiffly on the street, without any intention of trying to avoid the rain.

The subordinates could only follow him from a distance, not daring to get close because of King Qin's order.

The icy winter rain brought a biting chill that could almost seep into the bones.

However, Shangguan Hongye walked step by step in the heavy rain as if he didn't notice it at all.

His stiff palms kept shaking and he couldn't hold them tightly.

The courage he had to kill his father in Qingyun Palace disappeared at this moment.

All that was left in his mind was confusion, panic, pain and boundless sadness, which made him tremble all over.

At this moment, he didn't know where he came from and where he was going.

He suddenly stumbled and fell to his knees with a bang.

The rain seeped into his eyes, causing him to burst into tears and screamed loudly: "Ah——!!!"

Cang Qiao's questions echoed in his mind, forcing him to face his own selfishness and weakness.

He killed his father, and no matter how high-sounding he was, he could not hide the fact that he was unwilling to give up his own life and his grand hegemony.

If something big happens, you can kill your loved ones regardless of trivial matters.

But the feeling of truly killing a loved one turns out to be so painful...

But my father, why on earth could you abandon him and the close relatives around you so simply?

He raised his eyes drowsily and looked not far away, when he suddenly saw a few big words on the mansion - Ming Fei's Mansion.

Shangguan Hongye suddenly laughed, and it hurt his heart.


Chapter completed!