Those malicious schemes and vicious traps are like hideous scars etched into Luo Yuning's life.
It was also etched deep into his soul, filling him with guilt and self-reproach.
But when he suppressed the turmoil in his heart and tried to untangle this mess, he was shocked to find that the real root of the problem seemed to be far more than "Wen Ruo".
His thoughts drifted back to that dim afternoon many years ago, when the matriarch of the Wen family stepped into the mansion.
With an unyielding toughness and self-righteous shrewdness, he unilaterally orchestrated this identity swap.
At that time, he was immersed in the joy of regaining what he had lost, completely unaware of the turbulent waves hidden behind it.
If she hadn't been blinded by greed and acted recklessly, how could "Wen Ruo" have stepped into this world that didn't belong to her and started this life full of lies and struggles?
Wen Ruo could have lived a peaceful life in her own world, but fate ruthlessly dragged her into this vortex, making her an involuntary pawn, sinking deeper and deeper into the quagmire of lies.
And what about himself? Now that he thinks about it, Luo Qi'an is filled with regret and resentment.
He was a complete idiot, blinded by so-called love and trust, and bewitched by the sweet words of the matriarch of the Wen family.
Over the years, the differences between "Wen Ruo" and his real wife in their words, actions, and attitudes toward life have become too obvious.
A true wife is gentle and graceful, displaying the demeanor of a lady from a distinguished family in every gesture.
She was well-versed in poetry and prose, and at literary gatherings, she always delivered witty remarks that drew praise from everyone.
When conversing with others, one speaks tactfully, with wisdom and refinement, and every word is like a gentle breeze.
As for "Wen Ruo", she always felt uneasy and avoided eye contact when faced with the same situation.
He often finds himself clueless about poems and allusions that he once knew by heart, and when asked, he stammers and stammers, revealing his embarrassment.
When handling family affairs, a true wife is meticulous and thoughtful, always managing to arrange complex matters in an orderly manner.
However, "Wen Ruo" is often hesitant and indecisive, looking back and forth when making decisions, and even doing some absurd things that are hard to understand.
These flaws are like torches in the dark, which should be extremely conspicuous.
But he seemed to be under a spell, blindly believing the one-sided words of the matriarch of the Wen family, and suppressing all his doubts in his heart.
He questioned himself, why was he so foolish? He couldn't even tell the real person from the fake one in his bed.
Is his professed love truly from the bottom of his heart, or merely a self-deceiving fantasy?
At this moment, Luo Qi'an stared at the light screen above King Jinrui Zhao's head, his heart filled with confusion and helplessness.
He could no longer distinguish who he truly loved, whether it was his wife who had shared many years of life's hardships with him, yet whom he had personally lost.
Or is it this "Wen Ruo" who has accompanied him through countless days and nights, yet has always lived in a lie?
Anger surged within him like a raging tide; he hated the conspiracy, his own stupidity, and the cruel tricks of fate.
But with nowhere to vent his anger, what right did he have to blame "Wen Ruo"?
She was also a victim of this conspiracy. In this seemingly magnificent mansion, she lived in constant fear, each step as if on thin ice, enduring immense psychological pressure.
During those countless sleepless nights, she may have been filled with regret and struggle, yet powerless to break free from the shackles of fate.
Thinking of this, Luo Qi'an's lips curled into a bitter and self-deprecating smile, a smile filled with disappointment and mockery of himself.
He slowly closed his eyes, and images from the past few years kept flashing through his mind.
Those details he overlooked, those truths he missed, were like heavy hammer blows, striking his heart hard.
He cursed himself inwardly, realizing how foolish he had been all these years, deceived by false appearances, and had let down so many people.
He not only destroyed the happiness of his real wife and daughter, but also dragged "Wen Ruo" into an abyss of pain.
Now, everything is beyond redemption. He can only taste the bitter fruit of his own making in endless regret, and spend the rest of his life in guilt and self-blame.
Wen Ruo stood frozen in place like a wooden or clay sculpture, her mind replaying everything that had just happened in a loop.
Her eyes were empty and confused, her lips trembled slightly, but she couldn't utter a single syllable. She was completely immersed in shock and bewilderment.
For a long time, she was shrouded in fear, worrying day and night that the secret she had kept hidden for so many years would be exposed.
Every quiet night, she would wake up from nightmares, her bedding soaked with cold sweat.
In her dream, she saw angry accusations and disgusted looks from others; the images were so real that they terrified her.
But when that terrible day finally arrived, King Jinrui Zhao's reaction was completely unexpected.
Contrary to her expectations, Qin Qianluo did not adopt a condescending attitude and use sharp, harsh words to criticize her mercilessly.
Or they might ruthlessly push her into an abyss of no return.
On the contrary, Qin Qianluo simply expressed her thoughts in a calm and understanding tone.
The empathy conveyed in those words was like the warm spring sun, gently shining on her long-frozen heart.
It instantly shattered the strong psychological defenses she had painstakingly built up over many years.
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