C338

Chapter 338 - The Wind and Rain of the Mentor (1)

Time flew. In the blink of an eye, the second day was already the fifteenth of the eighth month!

Early the next morning, he was about to go to Imperial Palace.

Even Mu Wanjun was a little apprehensive about what would happen tomorrow.

She bent over the desk and wrote the calligraphy on the xuan paper over and over again with the brush. However, the more she wrote, the more flustered she became. The words she wrote were also crooked, faintly emitting a malevolent aura.

Last time, she promised Jin Yulie!

At the same time that she promised him, she was also promising herself that she would completely give up everything from her previous life.

Since she had him in her heart, she had to properly love him, and also properly love their child.

But tomorrow!

He still remembered last time when Chunyu Hong said that all he did was to hope that the Great Qin River would not be destroyed by him.

The meaning behind his words was that Chunyu Hong might know about everything that was happening in the Imperial Consort Yu secretly. Even Chunyu Hao was killed by Jin Yulie.

But now, he was even more likely to watch the battle between Jin Yulie and the Imperial Consort Yu without doing anything, just so that he could see who the true successor was in his heart.

Now there was the Imperial Consort Yu in front, and then there was the Queen, there was the Pure Yufeng Sect, and there was the Pure Yuhong Sect in the shadows!

It could be said that Jin Yulie's every step after that was filled with fear, he had to take it step by step! If there was even the slightest mistake, he would be smashed to smithereens!

He could train an iron-blooded unit like the Black Cloud Iron Cavalry, but the endless schemes and schemes he faced were much more complicated than fighting with his sword.

And in these matters, every one of them were experts who were good at scheming. Fighting with these people was like walking on a tightrope, every step was filled with endless danger.

Thus, even though he knew that tomorrow was a day filled with unknown danger, he would still go. As his woman, she would also go. However, she, who was always so meticulous, started to feel an indescribable uneasiness.

The last stroke was like a thin, cold blade.

When Jin Yulie pushed the door open and entered, he saw no difference.

His amber eyes swept over the thick words piled on the table, and his heart suddenly felt warm. He walked over gently, put his arm around her waist, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

At that time, the mother was still alive. Although the majority of the time mother sat at the entrance in a daze, when she was young, he would often accompany the mother. At that time, the mother would always hold him in her arms and tell him in detail about his father.

"Your father was extremely handsome. His facial features were deep and his pupils were very light in color. It was that kind of beautiful amber color. When he looks at you, you will feel as if your heart has stopped beating and time has stopped. At that moment, he was the only person in the entire space.

"A Lie, your father is very smart. He specializes in mechanical formations. If he was still alive back then, then your uncle wouldn't still be the Great Qin Emperor today. I have a lot of confidence in him, and I know him too well... "However, if he is still alive, how nice would that be? I truly miss him so much. I really, really want to …"

Although the mother's embrace was warm, it carried a bitterness and sadness that could not be dispelled. That feeling was heartbreaking. It was a heartache that made people unable to breathe.

As he thought of the past, his eyes turned sour and he felt a stifling feeling in his heart.

Mu Wanjun put down her pen, turned around, and threw herself into his embrace. She hugged him back, feeling the sorrow in his heart.

She took the initiative to tiptoe and kiss the corner of his lips.

It was a light, sweet kiss, and the corners of her eyes were filled with a smile of happiness as she stared at him. She whispered in his ear, "Darling, I love you, I love you so much."

In his eyes, she had never had such a soft and passionate side to her. The sudden seductive and passionate feeling he felt caused his heart to tremble. He looked back at her.

Was there such a feeling between mother and her father?

Is this love? Can it be love of life and death?

Even though he was used to being cold, this sort of heat was something that he longed for. Even if there was the danger of melting, he would still happily accept it.