Chapter 394 The Princess from the Cold Palace Who Was Sent to the Throne (5)
The moonlight was like water, passing through the carved window lattices, casting fragments of light and shadow on the blue brick floor, cutting He Liming's charming face into fragments of light and dark.
He walked slowly along the long corridor. From the cold palace courtyards along the way, he could hear the sharp laughter of crazy concubines from time to time. The laughter was like the cry of a night owl, harsh and shrill.
Some women rolled around barefoot in the mud, while others grabbed the iron bars and muttered to themselves. Their golden hairpins were askew and their faces were covered with dried tears. They looked very pitiful.
He Liming looked straight ahead, and the shark silk handle of the Xiuchun Knife in his hand swayed gently with his steps, making a tiny noise in the silent night.
After all, the deceased emperor had been so absurd, so naturally there were many crazy women in the cold palace.
And the little princess who grew up in such an environment...
He Liming thought with compassion that he would be extremely scared and would be a very good puppet of his.
After passing the nine-turn corridor, the palace in the deepest part was shrouded in thick darkness, as if isolated from the outside world, with only a small window emitting a candlelight as big as a bean.
He Liming gently raised his hand and pushed open the creaking wooden door, and years of dust fell down.
The room was filled with a damp, bookish air, making people feel dull and depressed.
When the maids in the corner saw He Liming coming, they immediately bowed their heads and saluted, their skirts making a slight sound as they swept across the ground.
After receiving his command with a wave of his hand, the maids respectfully withdrew, giving way to the girl who was concentrating on practicing calligraphy.
In the dim candlelight, the girl's figure seemed a little blurry, but it could still be seen that she was wearing a pure white dress and was practicing calligraphy seriously.
In the flickering candlelight, the girl's figure was looming. She was kneeling on a mat, her black hair casually tied up, and a few strands of hair hung down on her smooth forehead, making her face even more beautiful and charming.
Her slender fingers gently held the wolf-hair brush, the tip of the brush hovered over the rice paper, and the ink smudged into a small cloud.
He Liming's originally nonchalant gaze paused and stayed where he was, and he was actually a little afraid to move forward.
The days in the cold palace were monotonous and boring. Apart from practicing calligraphy and painting, the girl had almost no other activities.
But it also cultivated her pure and graceful character.
Day after day of practice made her handwriting more beautiful, smooth and amazing.
Sensing the footsteps, Qingwu raised her head as if aware of something, and her eyes, as clear as autumn water, sparkled brightly in the dim light, like stars in the night sky.
The pure and innocent little princess just stared blankly at the beautiful and incomparable Lady Crane approaching step by step, with just the right amount of confusion on her face.
Like a little deer lost in the forest, pure and innocent.
The candlelight stretched the girl's shadow very long, casting it on the peeling wall.
The moonlight filtered through the mottled window lattices of the cold palace, casting a hazy silver gauze on Qingwu's body, making her look like a banished immortal who had strayed into the mortal world.
From He Liming's perspective.
The little princess's skin was as white as snow, as if she had not seen the sun for years, but her cheeks were faintly flushed, like the remaining snow on the branches of a winter tree, adding a touch of life.
Those eyes were extremely beautiful, like the autumn water in a cold pond, crystal clear, with a pure and ignorant light flowing in them. Her innocence and naivety made her appearance even more charming.
The corners of his lips drooped naturally, with a somewhat aggrieved and innocent look.
She had a slender and frail figure, and the loose white skirt she wore looked empty and paper-thin.
The brush in her hand was still dripping ink, but she was unaware of it. She just tilted her head, her eyes as clear as a cold pond, without the slightest fear or vigilance.
——But it just lures people to fall straight in.
This kind of pure white is a brilliance that He Liming, who is used to living in darkness, has never seen before.
It was so beautiful that it almost shattered his soul.
He Liming felt his throat tighten, and the defense line he had carefully built over the past twelve years was crumbling under this gaze.
There were some ink stains on the girl's skirt, and the wooden hairpin in her hair was simple and plain, but more attractive than the golden and jade hairpins of the concubines in the harem.
Even in such a harsh environment, she still maintains her purity.
There was no resentment towards the world in her eyes, only peace and tranquility.
Just like her when she was young...
No, she is even more beautiful than when she was younger.
At this moment, the obsession with revenge and the throbbing in his heart collided violently in He Liming's chest, making him almost forget the purpose of his trip.
A thought suddenly flashed through He Liming's mind - a girl like this really shouldn't stay in such a simple environment.
She deserves to live in a luxurious building and enjoy the best treatment and offerings in the world.
Even though this palace was already the best and quietest among the cold palaces, he had added a lot of things to it over the years.
It also has layers of protection and can be said to be the safest palace.
But he is not worthy of such a precious little princess.
He Liming couldn't quite understand what emotions he was feeling now.
Is it heartache? Is it guilt?
Still, somehow, a feeling of submission arises.
He Liming's life is full of darkness and he has never seen the light.
Or rather, I have forgotten what light looks like.
From the moment the Yongning Marquis's Mansion was wiped out, he plunged himself into the deepest darkness.
The purpose of He Liming's life is to take revenge on the Ning Dynasty.
He also wanted to keep the entire Ning Dynasty firmly in his own hands.
This was his lifelong obsession and the only motivation for his survival.
But now...
He Liming slowly approached the girl and his eyes fell on the words she was writing.
It was a Buddhist scripture with beautiful handwriting and smooth strokes, as if every word contained endless compassion and wisdom.
Such words should make people feel inner peace and tranquility——
However, at this moment, He Liming's mind was filled with all kinds of blasphemous thoughts about gods and Buddhas.
He stared at the girl, feeling an irrepressible desire well up in his heart.
What would happen if such a pure and flawless white flower grew in the hands of someone like him who was full of filth and mired in the mire?
He couldn't help thinking.
Will she fall into this endless abyss with him, or will she...
Let him yearn for the light.
Qingwu tilted her head slightly and looked at the man who was approaching step by step, wearing a crane cloak embroidered with gold thread.
It should be a man.
She was dressed in a brocade dragon and fish costume. Although she was extremely beautiful, she was very tall and looked very oppressive.
In sharp contrast to his gorgeous appearance are his complex and contradictory eyes.
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