Even though Yi Chenli had already ruled the world in his previous life, An Yuan'er had never seen him smile happily.
He did not establish an empress or bestow titles upon any concubines. In the vast palace, the person who accompanied him the most was an old eunuch surnamed Li, who was said to have been with him since childhood.
Occasionally, rumors circulate that this tyrant is cursed, dislikes women, and is unable to have children, thus having no interest in sexual relations.
An Yuan'er in her previous life could not verify the truth of the rumors. She felt more awe and gratitude towards that tyrant, after all, it was this tyrant who gave her a place to stay so that she could survive.
But she knew that tyrants never met a good end.
Although he had gained the world, he was never seen to be happy. He was plagued by illness, but even in pain, his face always had a calm and serene expression, as if he were not the one suffering.
When a person becomes numb to pain, even if they are alive, they are just a walking, soulless body.
The tyrant died young, before An Yuan'er had already passed away from illness. However, An Yuan'er's soul did not leave. On the last day of the tyrant's death, An Yuan'er's soul saw the tyrant at her own grave.
His illness left him with only a thin frame, but he didn't appear hunched over. In his deep, dark eyes, there were complex emotions that An Yuan'er couldn't decipher. In the cold wind, the tyrant brought simple food and placed it before An Yuan'er's grave. He said nothing, simply sitting there by her grave, listlessly for an entire day.
The tyrant died the next day.
He died alone, without a wife, children, daughters, or friends. An Yuan'er was very curious to know why he appeared at her grave on his last day. Did he already know that his body was failing and that there would be no tomorrow?
Therefore, the tyrant reserved the last day of his life for An Yuan'er.
Thinking of her past life, An Yuan'er unknowingly shed tears, wetting her cheeks.
Her heart ached terribly, aching for that lonely figure who died alone. Why wasn't there a girl named An Yuan'er to hug him in the cold wind, to give him a final bit of warmth in his lonely and desolate life?
Even when power reigns supreme, tyrants never experience happiness.
Perhaps it was her experiences in this life that gave An Yuan'er a deeper understanding of Yi Chenli. She suddenly had a bold and crazy idea: in her previous life, did Yi Chenli like her back then?
Otherwise, why would the tyrant's palace have no concubines or maids, yet he kept her alone to live there?
The taciturn tyrant and An Yuan'er rarely spoke. An Yuan'er couldn't recall whether she and the tyrant had any other interactions in her previous life.
Unfortunately, An Yuan'er racked her brains but couldn't figure it out.
She didn't know if the tyrant of her past life truly loved her, or whether he saved her because of her father's connections or his own will. There were too many mysteries from her past life that remained unsolved. At that time, An Yuan'er knew far too little about Yi Chenli.
An Yuan'er's head was throbbing. She rubbed her temples. Whenever she thought about her past life, her headache would flare up badly.
An Yuan'er had no choice but to give up.
An Yuan'er suddenly had a flash of inspiration. In this life, Yi Chenli did not continue to choose to endure, but stood up in the disaster relief effort. Was it because of her?
Because of her, he could no longer be a silent wolf; he had to catch his prey sooner to get everything he wanted.
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