The crescent moon is as cold as a hook, hanging alienated and indifferently in the dark night sky. The misty wind and snow howl inside and outside the Daming Palace, passing through every high-rise building, every city wall, every gap in the brick building, far away

From a distance, it sounds like weeping, complaining, or a sad girl singing, and it can't help but cause an inexplicable chill to rise up one's spine.

Gradually, a lonely and lonely figure appeared little by little on the deep and long corridor. Emperor Yuan Cheng, Chen Xuan, wearing a black cloak and wearing shoes, was walking alone on the corridor step by step, holding a bag in his hand.

A solitary lamp weakly but reluctantly illuminates the way forward.

Vaguely, a gust of cold wind whistled past, causing Emperor Yuan Cheng's cloak to fly. The lantern in his hand also swayed leisurely, and the flames in the lampshade flickered brightly and dimly, as if at any time.

They will be unable to withstand the force of the wind and will be completely annihilated and plunge into endless darkness.

Staring at the almost unclear road ahead, Emperor Yuan Cheng gradually felt uneasy in his heart, but there was an inexplicable force that seemed to be pulling him, making him want to work hard to get out of this section of the corridor and take a look at the darkness in front of him.

What exactly is hidden?

"Oooh--ooo--ooo--"

In the cold moonlight, heavy snow suddenly rolled over the ground like an incline, blowing so hard that Emperor Yuan Cheng almost threw away the remaining lantern in his hand. Along with this sudden snowstorm, the creepy, baby-like figure appeared.

However, the cries of Li Nu resounded in the ears again, even sharper and louder than before, with waves of reverberations vibrating throughout the entire corridor. Emperor Yuan Cheng suddenly paused his steps and looked frightened.

The hand holding the lamp was already breaking into a cold sweat.

In the slight coolness, Emperor Yuan Cheng slowly raised his hand. The lantern in his hand overflowed with warm and reassuring light, faintly illuminating the front and illuminating a swaddle lying quietly in the corridor.

At that moment, Emperor Yuan Cheng's right hand, leaning forward with the lantern, froze.

"Wow - wow -"

Gradually, the sound that just filled the ears changed bit by bit, but it didn't sound like a raccoon slave, but more like a real baby crying. It was so painful that it made people feel sad to hear it.

Dull pain.

At this moment, Emperor Yuan Cheng clearly felt that the palms of his hands were getting colder, but looking at the infant lying in the windy and snowy corridor, he still couldn't help but walk over.

One step, two steps, three steps——

Seeing that the baby was getting closer and closer, Emperor Yuan Cheng's breathing almost stopped. When he was still three steps away from the baby, Emperor Yuan Cheng clenched his fist tightly and felt his nails digging into his palm.

Step forward again.

When he stood in front of the swaddling baby, using the lantern in his hand, the moment he saw the swaddling baby, Emperor Yuan Cheng's eyes completely stopped there. The wind and snow in his ears were still howling, but Emperor Yuan Cheng didn't feel the slightest chill.

, just watching quietly like a stone sculpture, looking at a newborn baby lying quietly in the familiar swaddling clothes, with a wrinkled and red face, and his eyes closed, clearly still crying.

Feeling even more timid when he was close to home, Emperor Yuan Cheng poured all his strength and courage into his body. He squatted down little by little, placed the lantern on the floor tiles aside, and tentatively reached out with his right hand. When he touched the baby, he heard a cry.

It gradually became weaker and weaker, and he was surprised by the changes in the swaddled baby. Emperor Yuan Cheng once again mustered up the courage to pat the baby gently, but the crying that echoed in the corridor stopped abruptly.

"Wen Hui——"

Almost at the same time, tears of excitement and regret gradually overflowed from Emperor Yuan Cheng's eyes. The next moment, Emperor Yuan Cheng could no longer restrain himself and knelt on the ground. He carefully reached out his hands and held the soft swaddle into his arms. He looked at that

Such a soft and cute child, Emperor Yuan Cheng couldn't help but reach out and gently caress his cheek, which was followed by the baby's giggles.

"You are Wenhui, right? You are Aye's Wenhui, right?"

Looking at the giggling child in his arms, the red-eyed Emperor Yuan Cheng cried with joy. The complicated emotions in his heart were difficult for him to express.

It turns out that this is his child, the child of him and Yu Niang.

Thousands of regrets fell from the sky one by one like thousands of threads, completely engulfing Emperor Yuan Cheng, but like a spider web, they were tenacious and did not tolerate any flaws in breaking free.

"Aye is wrong, Aye is wrong——"

Feeling the warm touch of the swaddling clothes, Emperor Yuan Cheng could not help but hug the swaddling child tighter again, as if this way he could keep him and this life.

"Aye——"

Suddenly, a clear and clear voice sounded in his ears, and even the wind and snow seemed to have stopped in the long corridor. At this moment, a chill ran down Emperor Yuan Cheng's back, and Emperor Yuan Cheng, who was stiff, let go of the swaddling clothes little by little with trembling hands.

, but saw the swaddled baby opening his eyes little by little. Those eyes were so deep, like a bottomless abyss, that could suck him in at any time, and he would be doomed.

"Aye, why don't you want me anymore?"

At this moment, Emperor Yuan Cheng's eyes shrank in fear, and the infant in the swaddling clothes stared at him coldly, and even calmly asked this question that he could not answer at all.

"Bang——"

With a sound, Emperor Yuan Cheng let go of his hand in horror, and the swaddling clothes in his hands suddenly fell to the ground. Then a strong smell of blood suddenly overflowed, and the baby in the swaddling clothes was gradually stained by the spreading blood.

Red, soaked, but still staring at him as if staring at prey: "Aye, why don't you want me anymore? Why do you want to kill me? Why!"

As if the inner demons that were suppressed in his heart were completely released and rushed into his mind, Emperor Yuan Cheng wanted to escape in pain and fear, but he felt that his legs were being held tightly and could not move, and he could only help himself.

He collapsed to the ground, feeling the thick scarlet blood completely sticking to his palms and his body.

"Aye is wrong, Aye is wrong, Aye will never, never want you again, never again -"

As if his nerves were stretched to the extreme, Emperor Yuan Cheng fell in a pool of blood and kept chanting, but he felt a headache that was about to explode suddenly, and he couldn't help but hold his head tightly.

"It's too late——"

A cold and indifferent baby's voice sounded, and Emperor Yuan Cheng, who immediately fell into a pool of blood, clearly saw the infant child turning into a black cat and leaping out, stepping on the sea of ​​blood step by step. At that moment, Emperor Yuan Cheng

I felt utter fear.

"Aye won't do it anymore, Aye will never kill you again——"

Just when Emperor Yuan Cheng tried his best to break free, countless black cats with green eyes stood on the short walls on both sides of the corridor. They whined and announced, baring their fangs toward him ferociously, and arched their teeth together.

He crouched and rushed towards him like a hunter.

"No, no, no-"

Suddenly, Emperor Yuan Cheng suddenly sat up with his head in his arms, panting with all his strength like a stranded fish. Looking at the familiar bedroom, the quiet moonlight fell softly in front of the bed through the window coffin, Emperor Yuan Cheng lowered his head in confusion.

He held the brocade quilt on his body tightly in his hands, but it was as if he had suffered a disaster. At this moment, he realized that his pajamas were already soaked with sweat, and even his hair was dripping with water.

Feeling the throbbing pain in his forehead, Emperor Yuan Cheng tried hard to suppress his heart that was about to burst out of his chest because of the nightmare. He reached out and pressed his hand tightly between his forehead and head. When he saw the figure lying next to him, he was completely frozen there.

at every turn.

"Yu Niang——"

In the darkness, Emperor Yuan Cheng trembled and tried to make a sound, but he saw that Queen Yang beside him was still sleeping quietly without any response. When he called softly again, but there was still no reply after a long time, the heavy stone in his heart finally fell.

land.

At this moment, he pressed his temples with both hands in annoyance. This was the second time he had such a nightmare since Yongdemen, but tonight's nightmare was more real and terrifying than before.

Is Wen Hui back?

Are you here to find him?

At this moment, Emperor Yuan Cheng's throat was so tight that he could not make any sound, so he could only fall down sadly.

It was clear that Yu Niang was lying quietly next to him, but he was as cold as if he was alone in bed.

"Yu Niang, I'm sorry——"

Emperor Yuan Cheng turned sideways, sadly stretched out his hands to gently hold the sleeping Queen Yang beside him into his arms, and whispered these words in a voice that only he could hear, but he was no longer sleepy.

The wind and snow outside the window were still howling. In the darkness, Queen Yang, who was held in Emperor Yuan Cheng's arms, remained motionless, but quietly opened her eyes. The sadness and despair in them were like the vast sea that completely submerged her, making her unable to breathe in pain.

It turns out that everything was fake.

She has been alive for more than twenty years, and everything around her is fake.

Relatives and bedfellows, they used lies and schemes to trick her into hiding, and killed her children, but they personally weaved happy and beautiful dreams, or prisons, for her one after another.

Fool--

At this moment, Queen Yang couldn't help laughing, she was really a fool.

What is real.

To this day, who can tell her what else is true?

The love between father and daughter, the love between husband and wife, and the love between father and son are ultimately vulnerable in the face of power.

And what is left for her now?

At this moment, Queen Yang suddenly realized that she had nothing left.

Neither the Yang family nor the Chen family is her home.

So where is her home?

Where exactly is——

In the silent darkness, Queen Yang wanted to cry, but she knew very well that she could not cry.

At this moment, she could only suppress the emotions that poured out and surged into her heart.
Chapter completed!