"Now you know to beg for mercy? Too late!" Mu Beichen glanced at Yu Qianqian casually, then turned his gaze to the guards beside him, his eyes suddenly sharpening. "What are you all standing there for? Escort the Empress back to the palace!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Beichen's face turned from black to white, and even his breathing became erratic and uncontrolled. Only when the intense scene of Yu Qianqian being packed up and taken away by the guards flashed through his mind did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Glancing in the direction of Fengyi Palace, and seeing no trace of Yu Qianqian in his field of vision, Mu Beichen slowly opened his right hand, revealing an exquisite datura flower brocade sachet in his palm. His eyes changed color like a raging storm suddenly rising from the depths of the sea of clouds, and his unusually sharp gaze never wavered from its deeply locked target.
Before Yu Qianqian decided to lure out the mastermind, he went to the crime scene in advance to verify the murder case. In particular, he found several messy and clumsy bloodstains on the necks of the victims, which made it easy to see that the murderer was not good at martial arts. He relied on his intuition to find clues step by step, and from the moment he found the datura sachet left on the ground, he figured out the ins and outs of the whole thing.
As for who the owner of this sachet was, he knew it all too well. — In his memory, Su Ruan used to love perfumery and was skilled at using all kinds of exotic flowers and herbs to make fragrances, each with different effects. One of them was called Love Flower, which could induce dreams as soon as it entered the nose, and dreams within dreams, which could only be resolved by feelings. On the day he first met Su Ruan, he was bewitched by the fragrance of Love Flower and mistook the dream for reality. He slept for three whole days and when he woke up, he found himself in a room with Su Ruan. He had no memory of what had happened before.
Love flower, love flower, lover's flower, enters dreams in an instant, only love can resolve it.
He vaguely remembered that the person he saw trembling in his dream was Yu Qianqian, which was why he had been in a coma for so long. He couldn't even remember what exactly happened in those days. Su Ruan insisted that he had acted too violently when he was in a daze, and thus accidentally ruined her body.
Mu Beichen didn't consider himself a gentleman, nor did he want to be a fool who would bear the blame. He only agreed to marry her in the future because he wanted to repay the debt of saving his life and couldn't bear to see her reputation ruined.
Looking back now, if this incense were used properly, it could bring joy or even bewitch people. It's easy to imagine that Su Ruan's extreme actions against Yu Qianqian, and now that she knows he has ascended the throne and is in charge of the world's affairs, she would not be willing to let it go.
Unbeknownst to him, the datura sachet in Mu Beichen's palm was clenched into a small ball. Looking at the empty sleeve on his left side, scenes of deep pain filled with bloodshed flashed through his mind as if they were yesterday.
Since their disagreement over Su Ruan, a series of tragic events have occurred: a severed arm, a fall off a cliff, amnesia, loss of a child, and disfigurement. As long as Su Ruan, the culprit, remains alive, all of this will become an endless pain in their hearts.
Under the sunlight, a shimmering, illusory light was reflected on the ground of Wuji Palace, and the black figure, like a speck of ink, gradually disappeared into the vast expanse of the field of vision.
Gazing at the shimmering reflections on the ground of Wuji Palace, he suddenly laughed, a laugh as cold as a dark night shrouded in the chill of winter.
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