Wan could see that it was Lindang's wooden house.

This child ultimately did not choose to travel.

Instead, he chose to retreat to the mountains.

The young man in your heart is dead, so don't treat the old man you have now badly.

This is Lin Dang's idea.

[Qing, please go to the back mountain and get me a piece of paper. I want to draw a picture.]

Lin Dang said to the people in the wooden house.

The woman named Qing took out a piece of paper, some paints and pens from the wooden house.

Although ants generally communicate using their antennae.

However, the art of painting also became popular after most people in the Tian'en Empire reached the Golden Light Realm.

After all, pheromones only convey information.

I can’t paint the colorful scenery of the world.

She spread the paper flat on the wooden table and waited quietly for Lin to start painting.

Lin Dang took the pen.

No bright paints were chosen.

He looked at the scenery in front of him, but another picture appeared in his mind.

I saw him lightly picking up his pen and drawing two simple wooden houses on the paper.

Twelve lines of footprints.

The owner of the footprints.

There are four larger Ant-Men and two smaller Ant-Men.

[Your Majesty, what is this?]

Qing looked at the painting, somewhat puzzled.

The paper was covered in white, and there were footprints on it, it was obvious that the person was painting snow.

But there is no snow at this moment.

There are no two log cabins either.

【This is me, this is my father, my mother.】

I often wonder what it would be like if I were born into an ordinary family. My father wouldn't be the famous King Tian'en, and my mother wouldn't be a fanatical Mayan prince.

【That would be great.】

Two tears fell from Lin Dang's eyes and fell on the big Ant-Man who was holding two little Ant-Men on the paper.

He missed his parents a little.

You see, you're a good girl. I think, if we're destined to meet again in the next life, I hope we can be neighbors, childhood sweethearts. You'll no longer be an orphan, nor a tool for killing, nor a queen destined to bear princes, but a real person.

【So, this villain is you. 】

Lin Dang pointed at the painting and said.

Originally just a few tears, but now they couldn't stop flowing out.

He has been drifting around for a lifetime and has seen all the ups and downs.

He hasn't shed tears in over a hundred years.

But in the end, I shed tears for a painting.

He didn't know whether it was a painting that reflected his anticipation for the afterlife or the regrets of the past.

[Your Majesty, if there is a next life, Qing will come find you again...]

Qing also knew that Lin Dang in front of him was only a few years old.

He...is really going to die.

For some reason, Qing didn't know, but two tears fell along with Lin Dang's on his expressionless face.

Lin Dang didn't say anything, and the pen in his hand slowly fell.

Also dropped along with it was a suicide note.

The whole person was silent.

He did not choose to fulfill his childhood dream.

Nor did he choose to retire to the mountains and spend the next ten years of leisurely life with Qing.

He chose to commit suicide.

In this world full of interesting things, I just hope that I won’t be born in an imperial family in my next life.

Qing picked up the pen and suicide note on the ground with trembling hands. The suicide note contained only one sentence that seemed to have been written on the spur of the moment.

There were no arrangements for posthumous affairs, no sweet words, and no hatred.

[Whether you are a dog in times of peace or a person in times of chaos, don't be born into an imperial family.]

A painting, a sentence, this is the relic left to the world by Emperor Tian'en, who ruled the Tian'en Empire for more than a hundred years.