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Su Nuo's eyes were filled with a light of disbelief. She clearly remembered that the person on that night had come to viciously eat her tofu, which had truly made her very angry.

He looked out into the night and said, "Do you know, no, you don't know, that night was the full moon's night, and was the day the Gu worm took effect. I will never forget that night, Prince was in so much pain, so much that he wanted nothing more than to kill himself, do you know what that felt like?" Yan Qingcheng did not know whether it was self-mockery or self-mockery, but she smiled at Su Nuo, "Even I don't dare to think of that kind of feeling, never in my entire life. I really don't dare to think of it. Yan Chen turned around and looked at Su Nuo, "This is the second time tonight, but in order to save you, Your Highness is fighting with that tiger. Although the tiger is dead, you are fine, but Your Highness is covered with wounds, and every injury is fatal. Furthermore, the old wounds that could have healed have all opened up.

Su Nuo just stood there, feeling that everything was impossible, she couldn't believe it, and shook her head, "What you said is all lies, the Third Marquis can't die, and he can't fall in love with me. What he likes are all kinds of beauties, how can he do so many things for a female slave like me, it's impossible."

"Impossible." "Why is it impossible?" Yan Qingcheng's depressed face instantly became sharp again: "Why is it impossible, when the sword reaches the body, because he knows that you love Bei Chen Han, because he knows that you will not let him get hurt, he would rather get hurt himself, and in the end, he will not hurt Bei Chen Han at all. You actually said that he did not want to love you, Su Nuo, let me tell you, in the whole world, there is no one who loves you so much, not Su Nuo, for you he has all sorts of women, he has a concubine, but he has always kept his position with you. Yan Qingcheng felt that everything she said was laughable. It was as though she was playing a lute to a cow, so she stepped forward, intending to pull her away.

Su Nuo immediately struggled, but it was much more intense than before. "No, no."

"He's going to die. He's going to die. It's a pity that I can't let you die." With that, he pulled Su Nuo closer to him.

Su Nuo's face was filled with fear, "I won't go, I can't go. My master will be angry, my master will be angry." Actually, Su Nuo was just subconsciously saying this. Right now, her mind was completely blank.

Suddenly, Yan Qingcheng stopped all her movements. She laughed out loud at Su Nuo, "If you're not going, then you're actually not going." Laughing, her tears fell again: "Su Nuo, you are not a human, in your eyes other than that Bei Chen Han, there is no one else."

Su Nuo was like a broken doll, just there.

Yan Qingcheng stared at Su Nuo, her eyes filled with hatred as she enunciated each word, "Su Nuo, you will definitely die a horrible death." He then turned around and disappeared into the night.

At the corner of the room, a bright yellow Xue Rou walked out from the darkness with a smile on her face. She then turned around and left as well.

The cold wind just poured in from outside the door and all of it fell onto Su Nuo's body. Su Nuo didn't feel anything, she didn't understand why that girl would say that to her. She didn't understand, she really didn't understand.

Su Nuo was like a lost child. She seemed to be unaware of the open wounds on her body, as well as the thin undergarment. She walked out barefooted.

She didn't know where she was going, she didn't know, but after hearing those heart-wrenching words, it was as if she had lost her ability to think, and could only walk on like a doll. She couldn't even feel the sharp pain under her feet, and she just walked on, until she saw her cabin, she seemed to come to life, as if she had found a direction, and hurriedly pushed open the door.

When the dim light shone upon the simple and crude table, Su Nuo found it difficult to breathe. She slowly extended her hand and opened the box.

Inside was a plain white cloth, and one could faintly make out the ink.

Su Nuo took it out and opened it bit by bit, and those images seemed to have come to life in front of her, pulling apart bit by bit. She knew those pictures, it was that person, at that time, that person would always stick behind her and draw for her, once or twice, it would never end, she could never understand why that person was always drawing her, why he was still so interested, even she was starting to get tired of it, but that person still had to wrap around her.

Why?

The hand holding the painting began to tremble. It was uncontrollable in the capital. This kind of painting seemed to be inexhaustible no matter what!

Such a long painting, just how long would it take? Just how long would it take?

Three years? Three years?

Suddenly, Su Nuo tightened her grip on the picture, but she could no longer look at it. Her fingertip could not stop holding on to the picture.

Suddenly. A tear fell on the ink painting.

Yes, why did that person pester her when she was young? It was because that person loved her, just like how she loved her master!

How could she not know? How could she not know?

That year, under the peach tree, that person had forcefully held his hand and asked him what he wanted to do the most. At that time, he was still young and did not care about worldly matters, so he told that person that he wanted to see the scenery outside.

Never, never, only one person could think of what he wanted and what he liked, and she would always tell him without any warning, and every time that person gave her those things, she would never think deeply about it, because only those eyes of her master, the nimbleness of living for her master, would allow her to do it, and she would never know what to do.

Su Nuo slowly crouched down with the painting in her arms. Her tears fell like a broken string to the ground.

She was so selfish, so selfish. It had been seven years since she first met that person, seven whole years. She had been selfish for seven years, ignoring that person for seven years, making that person suffer for a whole seven years.

Seven years!

As long as she thought about it for a bit, everything was very clear to her. Why did that person give her such a blank gift for three years before she left, why did she feel a bitter taste when that person kissed her that night, and why did her eyes recover the next day? Why did she get hugged by a completely different smell from her master before she was knocked out by a tiger, and why did she not want to think about it, she just believed that her master had saved her.

In fact, everything was just because that man had always covered his past with a bad smile and he just so happened to need it. That was why he always lied to himself and others.

Su Nuo was trembling from crying.

It had always been like this, never changed, she was so selfish, so selfish.

But she didn't want that person to die. She didn't want him to die at all. She wanted him to be alive and well, still acting like a person who couldn't eat candy! Sometimes he would feel wronged, sometimes he would laugh naughtily!

What she wanted was this. She wanted that person to be fine.

She was just thinking that that person couldn't die, even if she had to use her own life, it didn't matter even if she gave him everything. As long as that person didn't die, that person couldn't die, he still had such a beautiful life, how could he die because of a lowly, selfish female slave?

Then, he tripped over a rock on the ground and fell down heavily with a thud. That fall was extremely fierce, and as his entire body came into contact with the ground, his wound opened up even more. A large amount of blood flowed out, and his face was covered with bloody marks on the stone.

The pain was intense, but it was as if Su Nuo could not feel it. She wanted to get up from the ground, but the moment the hand touched the ground, an intense pain surged forth violently, as if it wanted to swallow her whole.

Su Nuo bit her lips. As she bit down, her lips were instantly torn open, and bright red blood immediately flowed out. Only this time, Su Nuo stood up and continued walking forward. As she passed through the corridor, the guards that were on night duty all looked at her strangely. However, their eyes were filled with disdain and disgust.

Su Nuo didn't see any of this, she just hurried towards the main entrance like a dead body.

Bei Chen Han got down from the horse carriage and saw Su Nuo walking out dressed in her undergarments. His eyebrows creased and he shouted, "Nuo'er, why did you come out?" There was dissatisfaction in that tone.

Su Nuo subconsciously raised her head. The moment she saw Bei Chen Han, her pupils suddenly contracted. At that moment, her face was full of complex expressions. Then, like a broken doll, she fell backwards.

Bei Chen Han took a big stride forward and hugged Su Nuo.

Steward Zhou walked over just in time. He was a bit confused when he saw Beichen Han carrying Su Nuo, but he still called out, "Your Highness."

Beichen looked at Housekeeper Zhou in anger: "Didn't I tell you not to let her out, are you deaf?", after roaring, he carried Su Nuo to the main room.

Housekeeper Zhou was scared silly. Originally, he had gone to get up for the night, but the moment Bei Chen shouted at him, he was no longer in the mood to pee. But he could not understand, since when did his prince want him to keep an eye on that female slave? But no matter what, that prince just now was really — Thinking about Bei Chen Han's previous appearance, Steward Zhou immediately broke out in a cold sweat.