Jing Shaoci tightly grasped the dagger, using so much force that his fingertips almost turned white.

"At that time, you were wearing a silver dragon robe and standing with your hands behind your back, and I knelt at your feet like a dog and begged you, how did you answer me?"

Yan Zixiu didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly, his chest hurt as if it was about to split, and he couldn't even stand.

"You don't want to say it? Okay, I'll help you say it."

Jing Shaoci's eyes were mixed with scarlet bloodshot, and his voice was full of coldness, "You said that my father colluded with the enemy and sold out the country, and intended to rebel, and everyone in the Fengwang Mansion should be killed."

Yan Zixiu staggered back two steps, but Jing Shaoci approached again.

"Father and mother were so kind to you, but you used their lives as a threat to force me to confess those crimes. If I don't obey, you will have people take my blood every day and impose 49 days of whipping, and every whip must draw blood."

"Three hundred thousand soldiers of the Western Border Army were buried alive because of your words. In those years, you joined forces to fight against the dissidents, and many loyal ministers and generals died in your hands."

At this point, Jing Shaoci laughed sarcastically, then looked at him and said, "Master Yan, you won't forget all this, right?"

Hearing this title, Yan Zixiu's eyes were full of death, and even his breathing was about to stop.

How could he forget.

For so many years, he carried the unforgivable crime in the eyes of the world, and was finally punished with the most painful humiliation.

Even if it was all fake, he could not forget those hateful looks.

All the past was a punishment for him. In

his previous life, Yan Zixiu never defended himself, but now, he wanted to explain.

Because the person standing in front of him was the one he had loved for two lifetimes, and he could not afford to lose her again.

Yan Zixiu slowly raised his head, looked at Jing Shaoci with dim eyes, and said, "Have you ever thought about why I did those things?"

Jing Shaoci sneered, but his eyes turned redder, "Because you love Lu Wuchen, you have to help him eliminate all threats to his throne, and our Fengwang Mansion has held heavy troops for generations, which is the deepest thorn in his heart."

Yan Zixiu closed his eyes weakly and whispered, "If that's the case, why didn't I just kill you directly at the beginning."

Jing Shaoci looked at him expressionlessly, "If I wasn't used as bait, do you think the Western Border Army would raise an army without an imperial edict to save me?"

Yan Zixiu was silent, because that was indeed what he had planned at the beginning.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Jing Shaoci said, "Why, don't you keep making excuses?"

Yan Zixiu lowered his head, and after a long time he spoke, "Jing Shaoci, you should understand me."

"Heh, I understand you." Jing Shaoci felt that this sentence was extremely ironic, "Yan Zixiu, you always pretend to be compassionate, but your hands are covered in blood. You deserve to die."

Although his heart was numb with pain, his words were still merciless, "The most disgusting thing is that you can still approach me with these memories. You are used to using me as a chess piece, and you can't bear to let go, right?"

When Jing Shaoci was cursing him, Yan Zixiu just stood there in silence.

He remembered that Jing Shaoci had told him a long time ago that as long as he was alive, he would love him every day.

No one would know better than Yan Zixiu that no matter what kind of promises were made, they were useless. As long as they stopped loving, everything in the past would be a joke.

Because in the previous life, this person was also full of love for him, but he burned her to ashes with his own hands.

This is the dilemma of the two of them, and they can never get out of it.

"I didn't approach you on purpose. I owed you this, and I want to make it up to you."

Yan Zixiu's voice kept trembling, but Jing Shaoci ignored it.

"What do you need to make up for me? Your love?" Jing Shaoci laughed a series of times, and then said in a joking tone: "Yan Zixiu, I am not a beggar like you, who only guards those shabby things that no one wants."

Yan Zixiu's eyes were dry. Now he knew that when a person is extremely sad, he can't shed tears.

"What if I say that everything you see is fake."

His voice was very weak, as if he had lost all his strength.

"Everything is fake, everything is fake..." Jing Shaoci sneered and nodded, repeating this sentence over and over again.

"More than 200 lives lost in Fengwang Mansion are fake, 300,000 troops in the Western Territory are fake, and even the fact that you personally poisoned the people in nine prefectures and fourteen cities and caused them to die of plague is all fake."

He pinched Yan Zixiu's arm fiercely and roared angrily: "Then tell me, what is true!!"

Yan Zixiu did not look at him, but lowered his eyes and said: "You forgot that I am a Taoist priest. With my cultivation, I can set up a sky-covering illusion formation with just a flick of my hand."

His words made Jing Shaoci waver a little.

"If you really just want to avenge your master, then you can achieve your goal by killing Lu Wuchen and his son. Why do you have to attack all the loyal ministers in the court?" He questioned fiercely.

Yan Zixiu raised his eyes and looked at him, saying word by word: "Because I want to destroy the national destiny of the Daxuan Dynasty and make the Lu family never stand up again."

In order to achieve immortality, Emperor Hong actually cut open his master's abdomen to take out the elixir while he was still alive. After

his master died, his uncle also committed suicide.

Lu Wuchen's father and mother took away the most important person to him, so he would overthrow the entire Daxuan Dynasty and make them have no chance to survive.

But if there is national destiny to protect him, even if Lu Wuchen and his son die, the master of the world will still be surnamed Lu.

Whether it is a loyal minister or a good general, they all exist to prosper the national destiny, and to end the destiny of a dynasty, the people of the world must live in misery.

But he created a false impression from the beginning to the end. He never missed a single person and even personally sent the king and the princess to the Western Border Camp.

But Jing Shaoci didn't know all this.

Maybe he knew it later, but he was already dead by then.

"You said it was an illusion, okay." Jing Shaoci looked at him and said coldly, "Then what about when you took my heart's blood and tortured me to death, was that also a fake?"

Yan Zixiu said indifferently, "I will sprinkle all your heart's blood on the dragon veins, and then use my spirit as a guide to send down the Purple Star Emperor to change your fate."

At this point, he looked directly into Jing Shaoci's eyes for the first time and said, "Because the people of the world need a wise ruler like you."

It was only now that he remembered where the purple aura on Jing Shaoci's body came from.

It turned out that he created it with his own hands in the previous life.

Jing Shaoci looked at the eyes that he had been infatuated with and was silent for a long time.

He loved Yan Zixiu deeply, with a true heart that he had hidden for two lifetimes. Even if he forgot everything, he would still fall in love with this person.

But he also hated Yan Zixiu, deep in his bones, and could not redeem himself.

Every scene in the previous life seemed to be engraved in his bones and blood, and no matter how long it had been, he would never be able to let it go.

Everything happened truly in front of him. How could he let go of all the national hatred and family feuds just based on a few words from Yan Zixiu?

"I almost got fooled by you again."

After hearing this, Yan Zixiu lowered his eyes and smiled.

His eyes passed over Jing Shaoci's right hand, and he raised his head and said, "Since you still hate me so much, then do it." As

soon as the voice fell, Jing Shaoci's dagger stabbed into his heart. The sharp tip of the knife sank in, and the blood soon soaked Yan Zixiu's shirt.

But before the handle of the knife went deeper, he put his hand down.

The dagger fell to the ground with a harsh sound.

Yan Zixiu lowered his eyes and looked at the wound on his chest, muttering, "You still can't bear to do it, right?"

Jing Shaoci didn't understand why Yan Zixiu still said such words to provoke him now.

"You want me to kill you with my own hands, but you don't deserve it."

His cold and ruthless words were even sharper than a dagger, constantly tearing at Yan Zixiu's flesh and blood.

"You only deserve to live in this world, hiding in a dirty corner, and never getting half a bit of sincerity."

Yan Zixiu smiled and whispered, "Yes, even I hate myself."

At this moment, Jing Shaoci was heartbroken and couldn't breathe.

If there were no previous lives, then the two of them would have lost and found in this life.

But such a repetition, whether for him or Yan Zixiu, was ultimately redundant.

"Go away, I never want to see you again."

Yan Zixiu stood still, he just lowered his head, like a teenager who had made a mistake.

Jing Shaoci really didn't want to look at him any more, nor did he want to say another word.

He closed his eyes and turned away.

"Jing Shaoci." Yan Zixiu raised his head, his eyes revealing extreme fragility.

"You said you wouldn't chase me away, you said you would love me no matter what, you said..." He kept mumbling, but his voice suddenly choked, and then he said with a sob: "Give me a home."

He thought about how they would get married countless times, and thought about the rest of their lives.

But the person he wanted to love for his whole life was leaving like this.

After the words fell, Jing Shaoci's eyes instantly turned red, his thin lips trembled, and he finally said nothing.

After he left, Yan Zixiu seemed to accept his fate, and laughed in despair and self-mockery.

Then, he collapsed to the ground, tears falling unconsciously.

"I just want to be with you for the rest of my life..." Yan Zixiu muttered to himself with empty eyes, "Why is it so difficult..."

It turned out that everything was determined by fate, and no one had any control over it.

He lay on the ground like this for two whole days, until Li Fengzhi received the news from Gu Shiyi and rushed over overnight.

From the first second he stepped into the courtyard, Li Fengzhi was shocked.

The whole garden was destroyed beyond recognition, as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had split. The original appearance was no longer recognizable.

Li Fengzhi's heart tightened, and he quickly came to his senses and immediately began to look for Yan Zixiu.

At this time, Yan Zixiu was lying in a dark room, with only the faint moonlight coming in from the window.

He really felt very tired, so tired that he lost all his strength, so tired that he couldn't even move a finger.

At this moment, it seemed that even breathing was superfluous.

When Li Fengzhi pushed the door open, he saw Yan Zixiu curled up on the ground.

"Zixiu!!"

He strode over and wanted to help him up, but found that Yan Zixiu's eyes were closed.

"Zixiu, what's wrong with you?"

Yan Zixiu didn't say a word, and even his pupils didn't move.

There was no light in the room, and Li Fengzhi couldn't see the other person's situation clearly, so he gritted his teeth and carried Yan Zixiu from the ground, and then ran all the way out.

After carrying the man to the car, he found the blood on Yan Zixiu's chest.

"Zixiu, are you injured?!"

There was no response to his words. Yan Zixiu just closed his eyes and leaned his head against the car window.

Li Fengzhi did not have time to continue asking questions. He immediately started the car and drove to the hospital.

After arriving at the hospital, the doctor in the emergency room treated the wound as soon as possible.

Li Fengzhi waited anxiously outside the door until the doctor came out.

"Doctor, may I ask how he is?"

The doctor replied: "The wound has closed, so there is no stitches, but it looks like he was stabbed by a knife or something sharp. As a family member, please consider whether to call the police."

Li Fengzhi was shocked, but when he thought of Yan Zixiu's other identity, he stammered and couldn't speak.

The doctor knew there was something inconvenient to say, so he didn't ask any more questions. After giving a few words of caution, he turned around and left.

After Yan Zixiu was pushed into the ward, Li Fengzhi looked at the dull look in his eyes and began to wonder.

Logically, if Zixiu was injured, even if Mr. Jing was in trouble, he should have been notified at the first time. Why was it Xiaoyi who sent him a message?

If Mr. Jing was in a coma, Xiaoyi would have explained the situation to him, but when he called, the other party's tone seemed to be hiding something, and hesitant and unclear.

What happened?

Li Fengzhi pondered for a while and decided to call Jing Shaoci.

He walked out of the ward and dialed the number.

But within a few seconds, he heard the prompt tone of the phone being turned off.

Li Fengzhi thought for a while and dialed Gu Shiyi's cell phone.

"Hello."

"Hello, wife."

When Li Fengzhi heard Gu Shiyi's timid tone, he knew that he must be hiding something from him, so he asked seriously: "I ask you, what happened between Zixiu and Mr. Jing."

Gu Shiyi on the other end of the phone licked his lips and lied carefully: "I, I don't know..."

"Gu Shiyi!" Li Fengzhi's tone was a bit serious. Gu

Shiyi frantically pulled his hair and said bluntly: "My brother and Brother Yan seem to have broken up."

Li Fengzhi suddenly widened his eyes, and was stunned for several seconds before saying in disbelief: "Then the injuries on Zixiu's body were inflicted by Jing Shaoci?"

"Huh?" Gu Shiyi was also shocked, "This is impossible, even if they broke up, my brother wouldn't be so cruel, right?"

Li Fengzhi's breathing was a little rapid, and he immediately said: "Go and ask now, and call me when you have figured it out."

After hanging up the phone, Li Fengzhi returned to the ward.

He looked at Yan Zixiu on the bed, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

After an unknown amount of time, he whispered: "Zixiu, Mr. Jing..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Fengzhi clearly saw Yan Zixiu's eyes move.