Faced with Song Hengjiang's anger, Zhuang Gaoxian remained silent for a long time.
After a long time, he said: "She has become a demon, hasn't she? As a water tribe, she has passed away. What you are raising here now is not her, but a demon."
At this moment, Song Hengjiang felt a huge stone falling from his heart.
No matter how ruthless Gao Xian is, no matter how imperial he is, after all, Wanxi is his biological grandmother, and the blood relationship cannot be cut off. He thought.
"The monarch does not need to recognize her, and neither does the court."
Qingjiang Shuijun, who is already very old and has heavy wrinkles and a stooped figure, said: "She is just my sister, Song Hengjiang."
"She has been raised here for two hundred and eighteen years. She has never hurt anyone or killed anyone. I use the demonic energy to support her. When I leave, I will take her with me."
He looked at Zhuang Gaoxian: "Your Majesty should be able to tell that that day won't be long."
Zhuang Gaoxian didn't speak for a while.
Du Ruhui sighed softly and then said: "Why is Shuijun doing this?"
Song Hengjiang shook his head: "Wanxi was too kind, too clean, and did not understand the dangers of the world. As soon as she left my sight and entered Prince Zhuang's palace, she was bullied and died. I thought Zhuang Chengqian could protect her, but
No. I have to protect her on the road to hell."
Zhuang Gaoxian was silent for the time being, and Du Ruhui could only be the villain. "But it is a risky thing after all. Once it is known, in Shuifu, in Zhuang Country..."
"How could anyone know? I've kept it secret for two hundred and eighteen years, safe and sound!" Song Hengjiang interrupted him abruptly, but his voice quickly slowed down, shrouded in sadness: "It won't take long...
"
Zhuang Gaoxian looked at Song Wanxi in the Liuli Pavilion carefully this time, and seemed to be moved by the emotion that came from his blood.
The edges on his face softened a bit.
"The woman you mentioned who killed her...Gu Yi? How did she die in the end?"
He even used honorifics again.
No amount of respect can be exaggerated. After all, Song Hengjiang was on the same level as him in terms of legal status, older than him, and now he was his uncle and grandfather by blood.
"Killed by your grandfather." Song Hengjiang said.
Zhuang Gaoxian nodded: "In this case...she should be able to rest in peace."
Between Gu Yi and Song Wanxi, Zhuang Chengqian chose Song Wanxi without hesitation and personally avenged Song Wanxi. In the end, it was Song Wanxi's heir who inherited the throne.
In Zhuang Gaoxian's opinion, his grandmother, who only existed in portraits in the past, should be able to rest in peace.
Song Hengjiang frowned, obviously disagreeing. The death of his sister was a lifelong pain. No matter how much he did, it could not be undone. No matter what he did, it was not enough to make up for it.
But he didn't object.
At this moment... keeping this glazed coffin is his biggest plea.
And only Song Hengjiang, who knew Zhuang Gaoxian best, could read the fierce murderous intention from Zhuang Gaoxian's ordinary words!
He believed that his grandmother could rest in peace, so everything Song Hengjiang did later would not be so meaningful.
Zhuang Gaoxian wants to kill Song Hengjiang here, destroy the possessed Song Wanxi, and even kill all the water tribes who know about this underwater demon cave!
"Your Majesty." Du Ruhui took a step forward and stood between Zhuang Gaoxian and Song Hengjiang without leaving a trace: "The ancient magic cave has already exhausted its demonic energy and is no longer known to the world. No one will care about it in a hundred years. Yongchang is newly settled.
The four realms are not stable, and the country has long relied on the Holy Lord. You have been away from the palace for a long time, and it is time to go back."
Zhuang Gaoxian looked at him quietly and understood his teacher's advice.
Finally, he just said to Song Hengjiang: "I've been bothered so much that it's time to go back to Xin'an. Shuijun, please take care of yourself."
Song Hengjiang didn't know that he had already passed through the gate of hell. He still had illusions about Zhuang Gaoxian because of Song Wanxi.
When people are in a desperate situation, it is inevitable to have illusions. Even a once powerful man like Song Hengjiang is no exception.
Zhuang Gaoxian chose to let go of the Underwater Devil's Cave. Song Hengjiang gently let go of his worries and solemnly said: "Your Majesty, don't worry, no fourth person will know about this place."
"I can trust Shuijun's promise." Zhuang Gaoxian nodded and left with his hands behind his back.
Du Ruhui said nothing, only bowed to Song Hengjiang, and then turned around with Zhuang Gaoxian.
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The huge Qingjiang River accommodates countless joys and sorrows.
The Underwater Demon Cave is not known to most aquatic people, but at a certain moment it decided the fate of Qingjiang Water Mansion.
Therefore, the eldest princess's boudoir is naturally decorated in a luxurious and elegant manner.
But Jiang Wang naturally had no intention of watching.
"When will you go back to the Devil's Cave?" he asked Jiang Yan in Tongtian Palace.
"Wait." Jiang Yan only said this word.
Probably judging the situation in the underwater cave requires a lot of his mind.
Why was Jiang Yan able to detect the approach of the powerful God in advance?
Although he was relying on Jiang Yan's ability to escape, Jiang Wang still needed to think about this issue. It is no exaggeration to say that this issue is a matter of life and death!
"I'm worried there won't be much time to wait..." Jiang Wang deliberately showed worry.
"A woman's kindness." Jiang Yan snorted coldly, still dissatisfied with Jiang Wang letting Xiao Shuang go: "I asked you to kill her but you didn't kill her. Do you regret it now?"
The slowly rotating galaxy vortex in the Tongtian Palace is faintly dyed darkly.
Perhaps eternal darkness is the way back to the universe.
Jiang Wang was silent for a while: "I don't want to kill indiscriminately. If I am really unfortunate because of this, it is my choice. I have no regrets. Whatever I choose, I will bear."
The river of stars continues to surge, just like the long river of time, eternal and firm. Those dark colors will eventually be overturned.
"Then just wait. You will remember the feeling of life and death depending on the person." Jiang Yan said.
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Jiang Wang couldn't notice it, but Jiang Yan definitely didn't miss it.
Wearing a gorgeous robe and looking handsome, Song Qingyue walked slowly.
Walking past the beautifully carved white jade pillars, the precious rainbow-lit ever-lit lanterns, the standing guards, and the silent corridor.
His steps seemed heavy.
A burly general hurried over and stopped in front, with a nervous expression on his face: "Where do you want to go, young gentleman?"
Song Qingyue sighed: "Don't worry, I won't be impulsive. I just want to sit in my aunt's room."
He said sadly: "I miss her very much."
Xiaoshuang, who was tiptoeing by, suddenly pricked up her ears.
He turned around in a panic: "Young Master!"
Song Qingyue looked at her: "What's the matter?"
Her eyes were calm, but Xiaoshuang was so nervous that her heart almost stopped beating.
"Um...Master Shaojun. I have just tidied up the late princess's room and lit the agarwood. I won't be able to go there for a while."
Agarwood is an excellent incense, but it can easily be disturbed and dispersed before the "fog settles".
Song Qingyue didn't think much about it. Hearing the voice, he made up his mind and then sighed: "That's fine."
He turned to look at the burly general: "You see, there is always no way to escape, right?"