"Why don't I remember her?"
“…”
The person under the influence suddenly looked up at Han Qingrang and stammered, "Master, have you really forgotten Queen Usuda?"
"Should I remember her? Or..." Han Qingrang asked word by word, "She's been dead for hundreds of years. What happened between her and me hundreds of years ago? Is it recorded in ancient books?"
"No, Master, you said that you only needed to remember it yourself and did not agree to record it in the ancient Kshatriya books."
The purple-gold eyes gradually returned to their original color.
Han Qingrang seemed to have the answer in his heart. He slowly opened his eyes and said, "Her photo."
"Yes, yes."
The image on the projection changed, and another figure appeared.
The woman sat on a throne surrounded by roses, wearing a crown and a deep burgundy gown. Her curly hair was beautiful and elegant, flowing behind her...
Her grey-blue eyes were so beautiful that they drew all his attention to her.
Looking at her face, so familiar and so close, Han Qingrang felt a headache, as if he was being pricked by thousands of needles. He frowned and let out a low, hoarse groan.
pain……
My head suddenly hurts...
Han Qingrang raised his hand and pressed his temple. His veins were throbbing and his mind felt like it was about to explode.
Slowly, he knelt on one knee, and finally on both knees. He bent his waist and buried his face in his palms. The whole room returned to silence.
"Oh……"
Until a light and clear chuckle broke the silence. Han Qingrang slowly raised his head. In the darkness, his face was only a vague outline. A hoarse voice penetrated the entire room:
"So, that's how it is..."
So that's how it is...
She is Usuda, she is Usuda.
The woman he had never thought he could be related to.
No wonder... No wonder she has feelings for him. It's not for no reason, nor is it that she provoked him. Instead, he provoked her first...
"Oh……"
There was mockery in the low laughter. He was mocking himself, knowing nothing and forgetting everything he shouldn't have forgotten.
"How much more do I still not remember...how much more...?"
The person in the image said tremblingly: "Master, are you missing your memory?"
Han Qingrang slowly stood up and looked at the person in the image. "How much do you know about me? How much of it was recorded by me personally in the Kshatriyas?"
The person in the image replied respectfully, "Master, there's no record of you and Queen Usuda in the ancient Kshatriya texts. All I know is that after Queen Usuda's death, you guarded her for hundreds of years until you went to Dongjiang and then to Xihua. I don't know the details."
"Who else knows?"
The person in the image hesitated.
Who else knows?
It seems that only you know the meaning of home!
As he was hesitating, Han Qingrang became furious, his eyes darkening as he asked, "Let me ask you, who else knows?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the person in the image knelt on the ground and said, "Telling the master, it was Yan Zhi. Yan Zhi knows something. Yan Zhi is also the only one who knows anything about the master's deeds in Dongjiang and Xihua."
As soon as the person in the image finished speaking, the image disappeared the next second.
Han Qingrang crushed the projector with one hand, blood seeping out of his hands...
The crackling sound sounded creepy in such a closed and dark night.
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