Hao Lan knew very well the reason why Jing Shu handed this token to him without saying a word. Logically speaking, he should not hesitate, but when he saw this ornament, an unprecedented fear enveloped his whole body.
Yes, he was afraid. He was afraid that the truth of the matter was really different from what he thought. He was afraid that he had done the wrong thing and killed the wrong person.
At first, the Preceptor met with him privately several times, but he was reminded all the time that Jin Qing's father was his enemy.
At first, he didn't believe it either. He could still feel the Imperial Master's loving care for him, and it was not a false sentiment at all.
Moreover, even though he is not related by blood, his treatment in the Imperial Master's Mansion is no less than that of his biological children. In fact, he does not mind Jingshu's excessive closeness to him at all.
If he is really a despicable person who doesn't mean what he says, why shouldn't he be wary of him? This is completely unreasonable.
But in the eyes of the precepts and guardians, these are just ways to let yourself relax your vigilance.
Gradually, although I have not fully believed in the words of precepts and Dharma protection, there is still a shadow in my heart.
As for when did he fully believe it? Or when he returned to the guard camp and learned that the descendants of the servants of the mansion were also trained in this camp, and they were also one of the only remaining witnesses in the world.
He also swore that it was the national master who killed his biological father. It was also because of this that he did not hesitate to endure the humiliation and learn a skill under the eyes of the enemy in order to take revenge.
He spoke so sincerely and filled with righteous indignation that his whole body felt as cold as an ice cellar and he could not recover for a long time.
It was when he was preparing to know the life of the Imperial Master that he asked him again. As one can imagine, the Imperial Master's silence aroused his long-hidden resentment and hatred.
Hao Lan sat at the table with mixed emotions and put the object in his hand on it. If he had protected that man's life during the war, maybe he could take him to his hometown for a confrontation at this moment.
Then he can know who is lying and who is deliberately deceiving him with ulterior motives.
Even if one day, the truth of the matter comes to light, will he really let go of his hatred? Or is it that he doesn't even know what he hates?
I couldn't help but hold my forehead and sneered lowly...
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"After your mother died, my father was deeply shocked. I couldn't believe that Nanzhi really left me. He even went to the extent of being crazy. Those who bullied your mother and harmed your mother during his lifetime suffered all the consequences after their death.
The torture is being sent to the eighteenth level of hell just to force your mother to show up. But all of this is in vain and is just for self-comfort. She really will not come back."
Xia Niechen was filled with jealousy. Who would have thought that the man he hated so much in the world was actually the most pitiable.
"So, you also blame me for your mother's death, thinking...thinking that my appearance...killed your mother?"
Mo Li blamed himself and closed his eyes. The moment he opened them, tears were shining in his eyes, and his bottom was scarlet.
"Yes, because of Nanzhi's death, I was angry with you and neglected you since childhood. He turned a blind eye to you being bullied. It was only after you left the ghost world that my father suddenly realized what unforgivable things he had done.
I thought of Nanzhi’s instructions before he died.”