Chapter 278
"These...these paintings, why are they all made with blood..." Meng Yun felt that the whole hall was filled with the smell of blood, and there was still a trace of fear in his eyes.
He was so certain because of the strong smell of blood that had hit his nostrils in the cabinet earlier. These portraits were all made of blood, and they were both eerie and terrifying.
He couldn't imagine what the person who created this painting was thinking.
Xia Qianjun regained her composure and sighed, "These blood paintings must have been made by the Great Xuan Emperor for the late Empress."
These blood-stained paintings, though horrifying, carry an indescribable sorrow.
Upon hearing this, Meng Yun's expression turned blank: "It is said that on the day Emperor Da Xuan ascended the throne, his late empress also died in childbirth. He was depressed for a long time because of this, and even his personality changed drastically."
When he first heard these rumors, he felt they were exaggerated and didn't take them seriously. But now, however, a sense of absurdity arose in his heart.
He was born into the Chongmeng Royal Family, where not only was there no genuine affection between his father and brothers, but even the inner quarters of the noble mansions were devoid of true friendship.
Meanwhile, the emperor of their neighboring country, Da Xuan, was able to paint a blood portrait for his late empress, which, besides being absurd, also moved him somewhat.
Chongmeng was utterly rotten; everyone in it was driven by self-interest, while the Great Xuan Dynasty was different...
Meng Yun and Xia Qianjun didn't say anything more. They had taken too long. They put the paintings back into the wooden cabinet and left in a hurry.
The hall fell silent once more, but Shen Qingnian, perched on the roof beam, was lost in a turmoil of emotions.
After a long silence, she finally spoke, her voice trembling: "Those paintings, were they all made with your own blood...?"
Her feelings at that moment were indescribable; she felt both guilty and terrified.
Song Xuan's body stiffened, and he answered in a low voice, "Yes, after you left, I always felt that I was not able to stay by your side, and I felt that it was my fault."
Back then, he could only find solace and forgive himself by hurting himself...
Shen Qingnian felt as if something was tearing at her heart. Warmth welled up in her eyes and turned into tears that fell down her cheeks. She choked out, "It was my fault. I'm sorry. I was too selfish."
She always thought that her departure was nothing more than the death of the Empress, and that even if Song Xuan had feelings for her, he wouldn't be too upset.
The other party is the emperor, the most powerful man in the world. Even without her, he has gained an empress who is more outstanding than her.
But she overlooked the other person's true feelings...
Seeing Shen Qingnian crying, Song Xuan couldn't help but hug her tightly and whispered, "It's all in the past, Qingnian. Those days were indeed the hardest for me in all these years."
But whenever I think of the days you spent in the Shen family mansion, I feel it's nothing. Compared to the suffering you've endured over the years, the days after you left are nothing. And now you're back..."
As long as she can come back, he feels it's all worth it, everything is worth it.
Hearing the man's deep narration behind her, Shen Qingnian could no longer hold back. She turned around and hugged him tightly.
Both of them were on the roof beam. Shen Qingnian was excited and turned around a bit too much. She also hugged Song Xuan very tightly.
Song Xuan felt a force rushing towards him, and the next moment, he grabbed Shen Qingnian and fell headfirst into the air—
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