C798 798 The Letter

The pair of black eyes that had been emotionless and cold had now lost their only light. It was so dark that it seemed as if there was no more light.

At this moment, he had already retracted all of his edge. He was as calm as still water without any ripples.

The sword in his hand fell off. He tightly pursed his lips, trying his best to hold on. However, he was afraid that if he couldn't hold on any longer, he would lose control of his emotions.

Some people, you lose her, but you don't dare to think about her, because he puts her in the deepest place in his heart, takes root, moves when he thinks about it, hurts when he moves, hurts when he hurts, it's a pain that's pulled out by the roots, no one can feel it.

"Sixth brother."

It was as if half a century had passed when Yan Yuan suddenly spoke in a low voice, his voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible. He raised his eyes and looked at Yan Xiao, "Bring me to her."

Yan Xiao's body stiffened, he knew what he was referring to and furrowed his brows. He pursed his lips and said: "This place is several hundred kilometers away from the place where she met with trouble. Why don't you wait until your body is better before going?"

"Alright."

Yan Xiao thought that he would be too stubborn to listen to his advice, but he didn't expect her to reply so easily. Instead, it made Yan Xiao stunned for a moment, and the unease he had felt over the past few days grew even stronger due to his peaceful cooperation.

After muttering to himself for a moment, he took out a letter from his chest pocket, handed it over to Yan Yuan, and said, "The emperor handed it to me this morning.

Yan Xiao knew that no matter what kind of plans he had right now, the only one who could change his decision would still be Liu Ruo Qing.

He hoped that the letter she left behind would make Old Ninth think a little more clearly.

The Ninth Brother in his impression was a person so calm that he had no heart. However, the more heartless a person was, the more deeply engraved his heart and soul would be once he was moved.

What could he do to extricate his feelings from his heart without harming it in the slightest?

Yan Xiao sighed in his heart and shook his head.

Yan Yuan quickly reached out and snatched the letter from Yan Xiao's hands with a calm expression. However, the hand that was holding the letter, and the strength that could make out the veins on the back of his hand, as well as his slightly trembling body, still betrayed him.

"Thank you, Sixth Brother."

He took the letter and turned to leave, not even raising his head to look at Yan Xiao.

He returned to his room and closed the door. All the emotions that he had forcefully suppressed in his heart had completely collapsed.

His hands trembled as he opened the letter. On top of the letter were the familiar beautiful words.

[Yan Yuan.

I'm sorry, Qing Er went back on her words. She once said that she would live forever with you, but I still left before you.

I am originally from People from the Divine Artefact Hall, and from the moment I married you, I have been trying to approach you as Liu Tian Xin, in order to obtain useful information from you.

Don't blame the Emperor. He is a wise king that is worthy of your assistance, whereas I, am someone who approached you with ill intentions. Now that my identity has been exposed, it is understandable for me to execute him according to the rules.

Qing Er is grateful to you for protecting him at every turn.

You once told me that when we become old, you will let me go first and help me be buried, so that I can be at ease. Right now, I have only left a few decades ago, so you must promise me that you will help me be buried and let me be at ease.

You said, this is your way of spoiling me.

Therefore, Yan Yuan, please pamper me again. Live well and let me feel at ease.

Qing Er bade farewell.]

Yan Yuan clenched the letter tightly. The originally flat piece of paper was now crumpled into a ball, as if he was going to crush this letter into powder.

"Do you think that I would believe you just because you left such a letter for me?"

He gritted his teeth, as if this would ease the pain in his heart.

"Live well, live well …"

His eyes were red as he looked at the four glaring words on the letter.

"Why are you so selfish? Why did you leave so quickly while forcing me to live well!"

Without her world, there was no color. It was dull and without light. There was only a deep loneliness everywhere. He did not know if he had the courage to live in this dark and gloomy world.

He locked himself in his room and did not eat or drink for three whole days. He looked like a wisp of green smoke. When the wind blew, he could disappear into the air.

"Royal Father! royal father! "

A young and tender voice sounded out from outside the door as a small fist knocked on the door behind him.

Yan Yuan's heart skipped a beat as he powerlessly turned around and opened the door.

The boy in front of him, who was carved from jade, was currently looking at him with a pair of worried eyes.

Her distinct black and white eyes carried ignorance and innocence that did not know the truth, but it still stung Yan Yuan's shattered heart.

Suddenly, he let out a soft laugh. Then, his laughter gradually became louder. Following that, he raised his head and laughed out loud. All of the pain was buried deep within this hopeless and tragic laughter.

"Live well, you should live well …"

"Wuuwaa ~ ~ ~"

Suddenly, the young son cried out loudly. He pointed at Yan Yuan and started crying non-stop.

At this time, Yan Jue, who had brought young son back to the King Jing Palace, was also dumbstruck by the scene before his eyes.

The person before him was filled with endless loneliness and despair. He had long, ink-black hair a few days ago, but now, his silver hair was as white as snow.

In the end, what kind of grief would cause a person's head to turn white overnight? Yan Jue couldn't empathize with him, but he could see it clearly.

"Father, why is your hair so white? Father …"

young son hugged Yan Yuan's leg tightly, his crying revealed his worry and fear.

Yan Yuan stopped laughing and slowly lowered his head to look at the child in front of him, forcing the light in his eyes to fade.

Squatting down slowly, he stretched out his long arm and pulled the small body of the child into his embrace. Tears rolled down his face as he said, "Heng Er, from today onwards, there will only be the two of us at home."

As Yan Jue listened from the side, his eyes couldn't help but turn red.

The young son seemed to understand a little. He raised his head from Yan Yuan's embrace and asked innocently with his bright black eyes: "What about mother?"

Yan Yuan's body trembled violently, and hugged the little guy even more tightly. "Royal father didn't protect her well, and she's angry. He doesn't want to bother with Royal Father anymore."

"Then when will mother not be angry?"

"When Heng Er grows up and Royal Father goes to apologize to Mother, Mother will forgive her."

young son didn't understand the meaning behind Yan Yuan's words, but hearing him say so, he nodded his head seriously, "Alright, then Heng Er will eat more and quickly grow up. This way, Royal Father can go see Mother earlier and apologize properly to Mother."