Murong Feixue faced him indifferently at the beginning, then gradually began to look moved as she listened.
It turns out that in addition to his manic and arrogant side, he also has moments of vulnerability and low self-esteem. The dark area buried under his tough appearance may be exposed to the sun for the first time today. The sunburn is a little painful, but it is also the most real.
He is the most free.
"I don't mean anything else. I just don't understand one thing. You..." Murong Feixue was thinking about how to speak.
But before he finished speaking, Long Zimo interrupted in advance. Still self-centered, he continued what he said before: "So, I hate you, but I can't kill you... Yes, all kinds of things are my fault.
I’m behind the scenes and adding fuel to the flames, but I didn’t kill you, and I didn’t use anyone to kill you. Whether you believe it or not, I’m telling you this!”
It seemed that reason had returned to Long Zimo's brain. He threw these words angrily and turned around to leave. Not to his Second Prince's Mansion, but to a desolate and cold palace.
Murong Feixue frowned her graceful crescent-moon eyebrows, feeling extremely confused. After thinking deeply for a while, she decided to follow him to see what was going on.
Entering the dilapidated cold palace full of spider webs, the whole palace was filled with white silk floating around. The dust on the floor was thick enough to hide a few mice. The mottled walls were deserted and desolate. It was completely desolate.
It doesn't look like anyone lives here.
"Is this where your mother lives?" Murong Feixue asked tentatively.
Hearing this, Long Zimo's body that had been walking forward suddenly stopped. After being stiff for a moment, he turned around leisurely and said slowly: "In the past, my mother hanged herself, right where you were standing..."
Murong Feixue's heart trembled uncontrollably, and she subconsciously moved a step. She looked at Long Zimo with an ugly face.
"What else are you doing here?"
"I want to tell my mother that I plan to let go..." Long Zimo said seriously.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw him taking out some sacrificial items one after another from his space ring, and placing them all on the high platform in the center of the Leng Palace Hall.
The cold wind blew open the white silk curtain in front of the high platform, revealing a spiritual tablet with the four characters Situ Qixue engraved on it. Murong Feixue was immediately startled.
"Situ Qixue is your mother? Then who is the Princess Qixue in the palace now?" Murong Feixue was so horrified that her eyes were as wide as walnuts, and even her voice trembled slightly when she spoke.
"Don't you already know that Situ Qixue in the palace just used my mother's alias..."
Long Zimo's explanation made Murong Feixue suddenly realize, but she was even more curious in her heart about what the relationship between Nuwa, pretending to be Situ Qixue, and Situ Longkong was. Why did she go to such great lengths to hide beside them and get what they wanted?
Nuwa Stone wants to destroy herself and Long Ming again...
She didn't know where to start from a series of questions. She just frowned slightly and stood quietly behind Long Zimo. Watching him continue to pour wine and place sacrificial fruits on her mother's memorial tablet.
Pastries. I never thought that by such a coincidence, today would be the death anniversary of the real Situ Qixue.
Perhaps this day was too sad for Long Zimo, so when he was busy, he started talking to himself again.
"The Situ Qixue in the palace is actually the seventh aunt who wanted to snatch Long Fei away four years ago!
