Sang Yu transmigrated.
She became an illegitimate daughter in a farming family. Immediately after transmigration, she was miserably jilted from an engagement and then married off to a poor an...
When Cang Dongyu heard this, he fell silent. After all, Sang Yu's matter was a pain that he would never be able to erase in his life, and it was also the thing he regretted most in his life.
He looked up and smiled at himself, looking at the dark night, and saw white snowflakes falling from the sky.
"Yes, I have always lived behind my sister. I have always lived under her shadow." Cang Dongyu murmured, as if he was talking to himself, but also as if he was talking to everyone, "None of you have ever seen me. You only see my sister!"
"My sister is so great! She did everything for me, and I was just the one who enjoyed it. And while I was enjoying it, I pushed down and killed the people who helped me. So I should be despised by everyone and looked down upon by everyone."
"But I'm also a person!" Cang Dongyu screamed, "I'm also a living person. I have my own thoughts and ideas. I also want to be recognized by everyone, and I want to do better. But my sister is too great. She does so well. She's so smart. She's like a mountain, always pressing in front of me, always weighing me down. I want to move forward, but I can't."
"Because no one can see me."
"All you see is my cowardice and incompetence, my ignorance. All the good things about my sister, and all the bad things about me."
"I have no choice. I just want to live a better and stronger life so that everyone can see me. Am I wrong?"
"Tell me, am I wrong?"
Cang Dongyu pointed at Qi Ye and shouted, "Can you tell me I'm wrong?"
A howling wind blew in the night, and snow fell from the sky.
The bright night light appeared from the dark clouds at some point, adding a little light to the dark night and illuminating the noisy, messy and blood-stained palace.
It also illuminated Cang Dongyu's dark and dirty heart at this moment.
Qi Ye, who was sitting on horseback at the moment, sneered.
Behind Qi Ye stood tens of thousands of people, the torches in their hands swaying in the wind, creating a desolate yet chaotic scene.
And in this seemingly silent moment, a resounding voice rang out from afar, from above, from all around, from nowhere, instantly ringing in everyone's ears, "You are not wrong!"