Why did Liang Qingchen become like this?

Jiang Muyu closed his eyes gently, and the tragic abdication scene flashed through his mind, along with the blazing flames, the knocked-down palace gates, and the mess on the ground.

Back then, Prince Jing was reported by Prince Qi for the doctor Pei Yu. The emperor wanted to take the opportunity to depose him, but it forced him to rebel and abdicate in advance.

The King of Qi took the opportunity to lead his troops into the palace. The two of them were like the black and white evil spirits from hell, burning, killing, and looting in the palace.

Emperor Xuan Cang was too ill to escape, so he ordered his men to send the empress and the crown prince through a secret passage and take them out of the palace.

However, the empress was reluctant to let the emperor die alone, so she watched the prince and others enter the secret passage and then she triggered the mechanism outside to completely seal the entrance to the secret passage.

Then the queen dismissed everyone, set fire to the bedroom, and she and the emperor embraced each other on the couch and were burned to ashes.

The fire burned for a whole day and night before it was extinguished, and the entire palace was filled with crying and wailing.

He could only watch helplessly as his father, the emperor, and his mother passed away. He fled the palace with his young brother and hid in a private residence.

Later, he was betrayed and surrounded by the army of King Zhenbei. He watched his brother, cousin, and beloved girl die in front of his eyes. Even his uncle, who had always treated him as his own son, was imprisoned in order to save him.

All the people and things he held dear perished in the rebellion.

At that time, he was less than ten years old.

The hardships he experienced forced him to grow up quickly. If he hadn't been scheming, cunning, and calculating, he wouldn't be alive today.

No one can persuade him to be kind. The world treats him like this, so he can only develop a cruel heart that is invulnerable to swords and guns.

Jiang Muyu understood his ambitions and his difficulties even more.

Even if she was included in it, she couldn't hate him because she knew that she was his only weakness.

Liang Qingchen walked over and held her hand, but she felt a chill.

"Zhao Zhao, why are your hands so cold?" He wrapped her hands with his two large palms, blew a breath of hot air onto her lips, and rubbed them gently.

Jiang Muyu looked at him as if she was the apple of his eye and was treated like a treasure.

This man is really a person that people both love and hate.

Even though she has now understood it, she finds that she has already been deeply immersed in it and cannot extricate herself.

She sighed and said, "It's a bit cold here, let's go down the mountain."

"Okay." He gathered her cloak, untied the straps and tied them again, then held her hand tightly and walked down the mountain.

Jiang Muyu tilted her head slightly to look at him. She happened to be walking on his right side, so she could see his handsome face clearly, even the curve of his jawline was just right.

"Why are you wearing half a mask?"

Liang Qingchen stroked the mask on his left face and pursed his lips: "You will know in a moment."

"Since you are going to take off the human skin mask today, why did you wear it to sleep yesterday?"

"That human skin mask needs to be applied with special medicine to be removed. When I came here yesterday, I didn't think about staying overnight..." He stopped here and looked at her with a smile.

Jiang Muyu touched his nose, looked away, and whispered, "I drank too much last night, and my mind is not clear."

Liang Qingchen smiled and didn't expose her: "Okay, I knew you were drunk, so I took the initiative to stay here and took advantage of your misfortune."

She lowered her eyelashes and smiled slightly.

Well, sometimes it's a good thing to be a bit confused.

The two returned to the courtyard halfway up the mountain. There was silver charcoal burning in the bedroom. It was warm as soon as they entered the room, so Jiang Muyu took off his cloak.

Yunyan closed the door, leaving the two of them alone.

Liang Qingchen sat on the imperial concubine couch. There was a small stove on the table next to her, with a teapot on it that was still steaming.

She poured him a cup of tea herself and placed it in front of him.

"When are you leaving today?"

He didn't pick up the teacup, but just looked at her: "Do you want me to leave?"

She shook her head. "No, it's just that I'm thinking that you have a lot of things to do and you can't stay for long. Please give me a specific time so that I can ask Madam Huang to prepare dinner early."

He held her hand and said, "I'm not leaving today."

This was beyond Jiang Muyu's expectation. She raised her eyebrows: "Oh? You are not busy anymore?"

"One day's delay will do no harm."

Jiang Muyu knew that he wanted to compensate her, so she just let him do it.

"You haven't told me what the half mask on your face does?"

Liang Qingchen lowered her eyelashes, and her tone suddenly became aggrieved: "Zhao Zhao, if... my appearance is no longer the same as before, will you despise it?"

She was stunned for a moment, and had some guesses in her mind. Then she smiled, raised her hand to rub his hair, and said helplessly: "Why? In your eyes, I am such a superficial person?"

He put his arms around her waist and leaned against her gently: "That's good... But, even if you hate me, I won't let you go."

Jiang Muyu didn't comment: "Now, can you let me know what the other half of your face looks like?"

Liang Qingchen stepped back slightly and raised his face.

Jiang Muyu slowly took off half of the mask on his face.

The skin on the other half of the face that was exposed was still fair, and the facial features had not changed much, except for a faint purple mark from the forehead to the brow bone, like a crack on porcelain.

She reached out and touched it. There were no wrinkles at all, and it felt just like skin.

"What is this?"

Liang Qingchen said truthfully: "I was poisoned."

She was stunned for a moment, and immediately wanted to take off his clothes to check his injuries, and asked anxiously: "What kind of poison is it? Is it serious? Will he die?"

He held her restless little hands and said with a smile, "It's okay, it's not serious, it's been cured, but the poison has damaged 50% of my internal strength and left a mark on my face. But don't worry, it will gradually fade. I just don't know if it can be completely eliminated."

No wonder he had fought so hard against Luo Chengguan just now, he had lost 50% of his internal strength.

"Who cares if it will go away or not? The most important thing is to save your life." Jiang Muyu touched the scar on his face again, frowned, and said worriedly, "Are you really okay? Don't lie to me just to comfort me."

"It's really okay now." He held her on his lap and explained softly, "According to the original plan, I was ambushed and should have been taken away by Montu, but an arrow came from nowhere and stabbed me. The arrow was poisonous, so I was delayed for so long to detoxify."

Jiang Muyu stared at his eyes for a long time, trying to find some signs of lying in them.

But there is none at all.

She believed it for the time being: "Okay, if you have anything in the future, please let me know in time."

"Okay..." He raised his voice, obviously in a good mood.

She rubbed her neck and said coquettishly: "Zhao Zhao smells so good."

As he spoke, he licked her earlobe with the tip of his tongue.

Jiang Muyu shivered from the itchiness and subconsciously grabbed his sleeve.

The atmosphere was inexplicably made ambiguous by him.