Chapter 280
She opened several more in succession, and finally found one at the very bottom that was crudely drawn, clearly made by dipping her fingertip in blood.
“This was drawn on the seventh day after you left, when I set off fireworks at the East Palace,” Song Xuan said softly.
Shen Qingnian's heart skipped a beat: "That night... I saw the fireworks that night too..."
The difference is that for her, the fireworks were like a rebirth, but for Song Xuan, they were more like a curse that would take his life, forever plunging him into darkness.
Shen Qingnian felt her heart start to ache again, and her guilt grew stronger with each passing moment.
But the next moment, she fell into a warm embrace. Song Xuan gently rested his chin on the top of her head and said, "It's so good that you could see those fireworks. They were set off for you. Qing Nian, you don't need to feel guilty or sad."
With just a little thought, Song Xuan could guess that the day he set off the fireworks was the same day Shen Qingnian and the others escaped from the capital.
Shen Qingnian's mind was in turmoil, and tears welled up in her eyes: "Your Majesty, Song Xuan..."
She was the one who wronged him.
"Qing Nian, the past is dark and irretrievable, but with you, the road ahead is bright and promising," Song Xuan said, his voice full of affection.
He didn't blame her, nor did he resent her anymore.
Shen Qingnian turned around and hugged the man tightly. She buried her face in his chest and asked in a muffled voice, "What is the name of this palace?"
When the other party brought her in, she noticed that the palace had no plaque, and the other party had previously said that they had lived there for a period of time.
"Siqing Palace," Song Xuan said softly, which made the woman in his arms hug him even tighter, and at the same time he felt a warm sensation on his chest.
Qingnian cried.
Song Xuan made no move or offered any words of comfort, but silently waited for the woman in his arms to finish crying.
Shen Qingnian cried for only a moment before her nasal voice rang out, trembling noticeably: "I saw a wound on your chest that night, how did you get that...?"
That night, the two slept together. In the midst of the ups and downs, she suddenly noticed a knife wound on his chest. At that moment, she didn't have time to think and sank into the sea of love with the man.
Looking back now, the fact that the other party was willing to draw a blood painting suggests that they had long since stopped caring about life and death.
"The night I set off fireworks was also the night I atoned for my sins," Song Xuan said softly as he held her close.
Shen Qingnian shuddered, then began to tremble, and her tears, which had just subsided, fell again like beads from a broken string.
Endless regret and guilt enveloped her like a large net, and memories from three years ago kept flooding back, each scene revealing her scheming and despicable nature.
Seeing her like this, Song Xuan said repeatedly, "Qing Nian, although I was extremely sad at that time, I also knew that I was the emperor, so I moved the dagger away from my heart by an inch. I will not die."
He was desperate and heartbroken, but he also remembered his other identity, and he wouldn't, and dared not, follow Qing Nian in death...
Upon hearing this, Shen Qingnian felt even more distressed. She murmured, "You, as an emperor, can give your heart so sincerely and go to such lengths, yet I say you don't understand me. It is clearly I who do not understand you. What have I done to deserve such devotion from you?"
At that moment, she felt incredibly despicable and extremely inferior.
She doesn't deserve such a good person as Song Xuan, and she certainly doesn't deserve his true love...
Song Xuan was like a ray of warm sunshine, illuminating her dark life and exposing her darkness and despicable nature.
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