Chapter 828

The empress of the late imperial concubine looked at her brother full of hatred in front of her. She suddenly felt powerlessness and grief she had never had before. Her eyes were sad and sad. "Brother Wang, what can my sister do to eliminate the hatred in your heart?"

Gu Hengyuan sneered: "you don't have to do anything. You just have to live and keep your eyes open."

"Why? Is that the only way?"

With a bang, Gu Hengyuan threw the teacup in his hand to the ground. With his deep hatred, it was smashed.

"Why? You still have the face to ask why? You... You ask the father and mother who were killed by your baby son, how they died miserably, and why they can't rest in peace? You ask them if they regret giving birth to your daughter and hate you!"

"Why did it become like this, my God, why?"

Gu Hengyuan laughed coldly again. He can't see the late imperial concubine curling up in pain. He can't see the people who blame themselves for grief, because no one is more sad than him in this world! Hatred filled every nerve of his body and his soul!

"Why don't you open your eyes up to now? OK! Let me tell you, because you have a good son who is ambitious to avenge the enemy with kindness and kill relatives and destroy the family!"

"Heng Yuan, stop talking."

Gu Hengyuan pulled the late imperial concubine up, stretched out his index finger to wipe the tears off the late imperial concubine's face, and laughed: "what are you crying for? The father, the mother and the people who were killed by your baby son didn't cry. What's your face to cry?" Gu Hengyuan said here and pushed the late imperial concubine away, Indifferently, he watched his only sister in the world fall to the ground like fallen leaves, with her forehead broken and bleeding.

It was late autumn, and the leaves not far from the window turned yellow.

The autumn wind blows, the yellow leaves fall, the white gauze curtain shakes gently, and the bead curtain makes a small sound.

Gu Hengyuan's hatred filled eyes, calm as a dark deep pool, came to the window and said in a slow voice: "It's autumn. I remember when I was a child, my mother would rush to work night and night in autumn to sew cotton clothes for us. One year, my mother was seriously ill. The harvest was bad that year. My father often stayed up all night and worked hard on state affairs. You got a strange disease. You had a high fever and were unconscious. Regardless of your own body, my mother was always by your side. My father wanted to find something difficult for you Strange medicine, I climbed the mountain myself and met an assassin... "