Shen Xiaohan's heart seemed to be broken by something. He was like a taut string that was stretched to the extreme and was suddenly cut apart by a knife.
He collapsed all over and fell to the ground.
I can still seem to hear my mother's sweet words and my brother's laughing voice.
He killed his last two relatives in this world with his own hands.
He looked at Su, and Su looked at him like this, and besides being excited, she felt inexplicably happy.
"Chen Xiaohan, even though you've been scheming for so many years, you never expected this, right?"
Blood oozed from the corner of her mouth, but she didn't care and just kept cursing him bitterly.
"Your mother and your brother will hate you for the rest of their lives. Even if you go to hell, you will never be reunited with them."
Shen Xiaohan couldn't hear anything, as if he had lost the ability to think, and sat on the ground in a daze.
There was a constant buzzing in his ears. He had been preparing for so many years and thought he was foolproof. He thought he could finally let his mother live a good life.
What's the result?
He killed his last two relatives in this world with his own hands.
His mother was angered to death by him, and his brother was poisoned to death by a cup of poisoned wine he drank.
Su's voice still echoed in his ears, like the whisper of a devil: "Why don't you just die? If you die, you can go down to be with your mother and brother. Are you willing to live alone in this world?"
Shen Xiaohan picked up the sword, and Su's smile grew wider. Her eyes seemed to be filled with poison as she stared at his hand intently.
The next moment, he was stabbed in the throat by a sword.
Blood splashed on Shen Xiaohan's face, but it could not arouse any pity in him.
These people deserve to die, all of them.
Since then, Shen Xiaoli and Zhao Qingqiu have become taboos in the palace, and no one can mention them.
From then on, he developed a new problem. He had nightmares every night, and his dead brother would occupy his body for one day every seven days.
He just felt that it was all his fault and these were the sins he should atone for.
If he had been more cautious, perhaps he would not have made such a big mistake. If he had not been so decisive in killing, perhaps his blood relatives would still be in this world.
But it's all gone, all destroyed by himself, without even a trace of thought left.
“Ali!!”
Tang Wan rubbed her eyes and looked at Shen Xiaohan, whose eyes were red and whose chest was heaving violently. She finally understood why he had become so strange, as if he had become a different person.
It turned out that although it was not a different person, there were two people living in one body. The one who asked her to call A Li was probably Shen Xiaohan’s deceased brother Shen Xiaoli.
"Your Majesty, did you have a nightmare?"
She reached out a hand and patted him on the back.
Shen Xiaohan pulled her into his arms.
Tang Wan felt his trembling and her heart trembled.
He is afraid, what is he afraid of?
I guess it was because I wanted to kill my enemy but accidentally killed my own relatives. I'm afraid that even in the underworld, they would not dare to forgive me.
No wonder, no wonder he was so fearless in fighting. It turned out that he had no ties in this world and didn't need to cherish his life at all.
The only two people who were important to him are no longer alive.
Tang Wan didn't move, she could understand him.
Her mother was just a singer, with no name or status. It was only because she gave birth to her that she gained a place in the harem.
Unfortunately, the beauty was so short-lived that she left her early, leaving her alone to survive in the deep space.
They are actually the same person. Shen Xiaohan has no father or mother, and she has no mother either. That father is worse than not having him.
She saw that Shen Xiaohan usually treated most of the palace people with a serious expression, and he was even more decisive and ruthless in the court.
He had never shown such a vulnerable side.
Tang Wan felt a wetness on her back. She didn't say anything and didn't ask why. She just patted his back gently.
Silent comfort.
He was crying, and his tears were clearly cold, but when they fell on people, they burned them.
Perhaps he had never cried like this before. When he was young, he could not show his vulnerability, otherwise he would be treated even more harshly.
When he was young, he was a general who needed to lead troops into battle.
There is a mother to take care of behind me and soldiers to lead in front of me.
He didn't dare to cry and couldn't cry. As a coach, he couldn't show any sign of vulnerability.
Otherwise, not only would his mother be worried, but the morale of the army would also be greatly reduced.
Who would obey a general who cries all the time?
He could only endure it, he could bleed, that was his medal.
But he must not shed tears, because that would be proof of his weakness. How could a commander-in-chief of an army be weak?
When he was young, his position was unstable, the court was in turmoil, and he lost his loved ones one after another. Didn't he want to cry?
No, it’s just that he is an emperor and cannot allow anyone to exploit his weaknesses, so even when his mother was buried, he did not shed a single tear.
He was known to be cold-blooded and ruthless. Although he was not a good son, he was a good monarch.
But no one asked him whether he wanted such praise.
After an unknown amount of time, Tang Wan's arms became slightly numb before Shen Xiaohan finally let go.
He had regained his composure, and there was no other unnecessary expression on his face.
However, probably because he had no experience, the tip of his nose and the corners of his eyes were red, and there were water marks on his eyelashes.
His eyes look very similar to his mother's.
He doesn't like to smile much and always has a stern face. Because of his aura, not many people dare to look him in the eye.
In fact, his eyes were very beautiful, like obsidian, and now washed by tears, they were clear and beautiful.
Because she had just cried, the intimidation of those eyes was much weaker.
His mother, Zhao Qingqiu, was a stunning beauty, so he naturally wouldn't be much worse off. If he didn't have a scar between his brow bones and wasn't infertile, there would be countless noble ladies in the capital who would want to marry him.
She was special. She extended her fingertips and brushed the shallow furrow between his brows. Her voice was very soft, mixed with some heartache: "Your Majesty, if you don't mind, I will also be your relative."
Shen Xiaohan's pupils trembled, and his heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to jump out of his chest in the next second.
He looked into those gentle eyes, as if he was determined to find some calculation in them.
No, nothing, but it was the nothingness that frightened him.
Clean and pure, just like Shen Xiaoli who trusted him wholeheartedly at the beginning. He didn't dare to look at him. It was best to stay away from people like him.
He brushed her hand away, his heart pricking as if by two small needles, but he quickly ignored the feeling. His voice was cold, like winter ice: "Noble Concubine Nuan, you have presumptuously speculated on the emperor's will. From today on, you are demoted to a concubine and your title is stripped away."
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