"Originally, I didn't have to kill you, but since you, Father, have gone ruthless to kill the Eleventh Emperor, I have no choice but to kill you and bury him with you." The eyes behind Mr. Yun's mask suddenly changed.
Gotta get cold.
"You... you and him...??" The emperor looked at him with an incredulous expression.
"Haha, the Eleventh Emperor and I don't have such a deformed relationship as your father." Mr. Yun sneered twice. When he mentioned the Supreme Good, his voice suddenly returned to its original softness: "It's just that the Eleventh Emperor
Although my brother looks cold and hard to get close to, he has tried his best to save me several times. He despises me but also defends me silently. He is the only person I feel in this world, other than my mother and concubine.
A person who is affectionate and warm.”
Mr. Yun's voice was silent for a moment, and then he seemed to be trying his best to suppress his anger and said word by word: "And you actually tried every possible means to kill him. The two people who are kind to me in this world are both dead."
In your hands, tell me, should I kill you or not?"
"..." The emperor closed his eyes silently. What his son did today was all the result of his own actions.
"Father...Mother and concubine, she has been waiting for you below for a long time. You should go and accompany her." After Mr. Yun said this in a very soft voice, he flicked his wrist and the long sword cut.
The artery in his neck was broken, and blood flowed down instantly like water.
The emperor fell down silently, his body rolled down the stairs, far away from the body of the tenth prince lying in the center of the room.
Mr. Yun looked at the bodies of the two people in the center of the room, sighed softly, threw the long sword in his hand on the ground, and then wailed outside: "The Emperor... is dead..."
For a moment, as if the entire palace was ready and waiting for his words, bursts of mournful horns sounded in the sky above the entire imperial city. The mournful notes went straight into the sky and into the thick night.
Hua Weiluo looked at Mr. Yun who was standing in the middle of the Imperial Study Room with a lonely back, and then turned to look at Mr. Yun who had been lying on the roof with an indifferent expression. She couldn't help but stretched out her hand to push his arm and asked in a low voice.
: "Aren't you going to keep watching here and not go down to save the emperor??"
Zhishan looked at the emperor's body lying on the floor of the imperial study room. After a while, he said in a calm voice: "What are you trying to save? I originally came to seek revenge on him, but now someone has taken action on my behalf, shouldn't I be happy?"
"But..." Hua Weiluo looked at the scene in the room below again, and for some reason she always felt that the emperor was a little pitiful.
"Forget it, he is no longer the man who used to fight with swords and sing songs over wine." Zhishan let out a long sigh, turned his head and looked at Hua Weiluo's moist eyes, and said seriously:
"People will change, especially after they have supreme power, but demons will not."
"Junior brother..." Hua Weiluo looked at the loneliness in his eyes, couldn't help but hold his arm tightly, and whispered: "I will not change, I will always be with you, and I will always love you.
With you."
"Yes." Zhishan nodded slightly, glanced at Mr. Yun's back in the room with his deep black eyes again, put his arm around Hua Weiluo's shoulders, jumped a few times, and left the palace.
