Marriage of the Ghost Chapter 8

"Almond..." Damien Han cried out in a low voice under the golden light.

Everything was handled very cleanly, not even a hair was left out. No trace would be left behind. He had promised his senior brother. But he forgot Xingren, the rabbit with a pair of gold front teeth. Xingren was naturally fond of money, especially gold and silver. Rabbits could not help but take possession of shiny things. He actually stole the young master's gold lock.

Thinking of this, Han Zhi's expression suddenly changed, and he rushed to grab it without hesitation: "It's none of his business!"

With a flick of his wrist, the Taoist was still as unworldly and unrestrained as ever, putting the golden lock intact into his sleeve, his eyes lowered, looking at him on the ground without any sadness or joy. The ghost pounced on nothing, and his body softened, and he fell to the ground. Outside the courtyard wall, a fire shot up into the sky, and the golden-red flames instantly illuminated half of the sky.

"Linhu..." Han Zhi raised his head with all his strength, and saw the fire. His face was shocked again. The leaves of the ginkgo tree made sharp sounds, like roaring and screaming, scraping his ears. Han Zhi supported himself with his hands, and inserted his fingers deeply into the soft soil, sensing the vibration from the ground. "You brought someone here."

"The blood formation is huge, and it concerns the people of all nations. It is beyond my power to break it alone." Lucas Fu nodded. He looked back at the fire in the distance and said in a flat tone, "There are two blood formations, and there are two formation eyes. One is in the lake, and the other is under the tree. This is called the Yin-Yang formation. The lake formation is in the light, and the tree formation is in the dark. It seems that there is a distinction between the real and the real, but in fact, the real is the virtual, and the virtual is the real. The virtual and real of the two are interchangeable, reflecting each other, and complementing each other. It can be said that there are two blood formations, and it can also be said that the combination of the two is the real formation."

"This is a twin formation, both prosper and suffer, both strong and weak, advancing and retreating together. Oliver is a cautious person, and his mansion is very deep. A single two-yin twin formation is not enough to prevent any eventuality. Therefore, other methods must be added. I guess that the furnishings in the courtyard are similar to the stone pavilion by the lake. It is not accidental, but a mirror with two sides, a symmetrical method. There is a mechanism between the lake formation and the tree formation. If one of them is broken, it will lead to a reversal of the formation. At the least, it will arouse resentment and increase its power. At the worst, the souls in it will become resentful spirits and escape from the formation. By then, the whole city of Qujiang will be destroyed and people will die."

Listening to him leisurely explaining the formation techniques, Han Zhao suddenly remembered that this might be the first time that Taoist Mu had spoken so much in one breath since they met.

"The only way to break the formation is to destroy both centers at the same time." A cold gaze swept across his suddenly raised mouth. Lucas Fu's face was as gloomy as water, and his tone suddenly became stern: "You did it on purpose."

Lin Lake was deliberately exposed in broad daylight, so that people would ignore this simple courtyard hidden in the deep alley. The purpose was to mislead those who wanted to break the formation. Once the lake formation was destroyed and the tree formation was still there, the whole city of Qujiang would be buried with it.

Perhaps, the person who set up the formation already had the intention of massacring the city.

"Lucas Fu is indeed Lucas Fu. Jin Yunzi has not taught you in vain." Han Zhao's eyes were pierced by the fire in the distance, and he had a few illusions, as if he had returned to that night in the past. At that time, the night sky above was also as dark red as blood. "When did you doubt me?"

His eyes flashed, and the Taoist who was talking eloquently stopped talking. Under the severe pain, Gui Mei felt that he was really beginning to be in a trance. He actually saw retreat in Lucas Fu's eyes. What could make that ignorant, fearless and courageous Taoist Mu hesitate?

After a long while, so long that Han Zhi could hardly bear the pain all over his body, he heard his resounding words amid the increasingly harsh sound of the blades rubbing against each other: "Humans and ghosts have different paths, and the devil invades each other. There has never been a good ghost in the world."

He had never believed it, never. A pious Taoist who had practiced for more than 20 years, the concept of good and evil had long been engraved in his bones. How could his rock-hard character be shaken overnight? That would be too much of an underestimation of him.

Han Wei laughed at himself. Is Lucas Fu still Lucas Fu who easily gave up his moral principles because of a single sentence?

"Then how can you be sure that what you want is on the shelf?" Even he, the store owner, sometimes can't remember what is there.

The flames outside the wall suddenly shot up into the air, and then suddenly fell back and disappeared. Han Zhi knew that there must be a fierce battle going on by the Lin Lake at this moment. Li Ji would not hand over her nest to others so easily. He might as well take this opportunity to talk to him again. Gui Mei knew that he would never have the chance to drink and chat with the Taoist priest in front of him again.

"Evil has no place in the world. The laws of nature are clear and will not be missed. Anyone who does evil will be left with traces." He was still the same serious, calm and resolute man, without any hesitation.

"One last question." Han Zhi blinked, smiling but looking serious, "Why?"

Why did she painstakingly search for evidence when she had clearly seen through it, why did she delay for days to stay in his shop and do odd jobs, why did she patiently accompany this evil ghost and pretend to be affectionate and test him? Wouldn't it be more straightforward to just strike him down with thunder and fire from the sky?

There was another long silence. I don't know if it was because he didn't want to see his face twitching in pain, or for some other reason, Lucas Fu turned his eyes away: "I want to give you a clear proof."

That day, inside the inn, the crabapple blossoms were blooming and petals were falling. It was this ghost, standing among the flying flowers, with eyes as clear as glass, sparkling like lake water, rippling with light, hiding countless tricks. He watched him stab the dagger into the civet cat's neck, he watched him triumphantly ask him for evidence, he listened to him clearly say word by word - even if it is a demon, it must be innocent.

Well, then, he would give him a "clearance" and irrefutable evidence to make him convinced.

"Heh...you're really...really..." I couldn't think of any words to describe him. Han Zhi felt that all the pain in his body was gathered in his chest. It turned out that he had planned it all out long ago.

Taoist Mu, only he has the patience to carefully search through the mountains of waste. It turns out that there are people who would do such a stupid thing as looking for a needle in a haystack.

But it is really this Taoist who is very cautious and calculating in every step.

"You did it on purpose." Laughing softly, the ghost suddenly raised his head, his eyes like knives, shooting straight at him with a solemn face, "First you mentioned the old things, which confused me. Then you pointed out the broken bones under the tree, which disturbed me. Finally, you took out the golden lock, which made me worried and unable to refute."

Lucas Fu fell silent again.

Han Zhao half-prostrated himself on the ground and had to raise his head with all his might before he could see his eyes that agreed.

"Young Master is eloquent, so I have to be careful in dealing with him."

"According to the Taoist priest's habit, it is better for me to say something flattering."

The sky was full of blazing flames, which licked the dark sky. The ghostly fog gradually thinned out with the howling in the trees.

"You admit it?" Lucas Fu asked solemnly. Even at this moment, there was no sign of a crack on his wooden face, only a hint of coldness flashed across his deep black eyes.

The moonlight was obscured by thick smoke. Under the golden red sky, he was in an elegant and heroic posture. The righteousness of the heavenly Gang surrounded him. His wide robe and sleeves fluttered in the wind, showing his majestic demeanor. Even ghosts could imagine how the Taoist in front of him would be when he stood on the top of Mount Zhongnan, with the sky vast and boundless, towering above millions of people! A magnificent scene.

"I admit it." After staring at him for a long time, Han Wei grinned and smiled tremblingly at Lucas Fu.

Grabbing the hem of his snow-white clothes, he slowly climbed up, lowered his head to glance at his hands stained with blood and dirt, and wiped them on his Taoist robe without hesitation, leaving a few glaring palm prints. Then he leaned back against the tree trunk again. The thin blue-gray shirt on his back was already soaked.

Lucas Fu glanced at his robe calmly, without any annoyance on his face. Han Zhi remembered that he was very clean, and would not stop until he wiped away the dust in the corners. This is also considered good self-cultivation. Han Zhi thought to himself. The last thought of joking in his mind disappeared.

"I admit it." After staring at him for a long time, Han Wei grinned and smiled tremblingly at Lucas Fu.

Grabbing the hem of his snow-white clothes, he slowly climbed up, lowered his head to glance at his hands stained with blood and dirt, and wiped them on his Taoist robe without hesitation, leaving a few glaring palm prints. Then he leaned back against the tree trunk again. The thin blue-gray shirt on his back was already soaked.

Lucas Fu glanced at his robe calmly, without any annoyance on his face. Han Zhi remembered that he was very clean, and would not stop until he wiped away the dust in the corners. This is also considered good self-cultivation. Han Zhi thought to himself. The last thought of joking in his mind disappeared.

"That child is also under the tree, with my finger." The little prince of Victor Lu's mansion is three years old this year. He is well-behaved, obedient, smart and cute. He is soft and tender in my arms, with a sweet milky fragrance. "The one who sets up the blood array must sacrifice the most precious thing. The blood array is set up for him, Victor Lu, and it would be unreasonable for him not to pay some price."

"Legend has it that King Victor Lu once sent troops to stay in Qujiang..."

"Dead. The blood formation needs resentment. Soldiers have the heaviest murderous aura and are more brutal. This is also the price." Oliver sacrificed only 5,000 people, and promised King Victor Lu a fighting force of 500,000. Raising his blood-red hand with difficulty, his ghostly expression was completely covered by the shadow of the tree, "Five thousand soldiers, I have to take out their hearts one by one. I'm tired all night."

The ghostly smile became even more intense, his clear eyes curved like crescents, looking at the Taoist with a solemn face: "The young prince was strangled to death by the hands of King Victor Lu. If you are not ruthless, you are not a hero. If you want to transcend the world, you must have something extraordinary. Brother, put his heart in a wooden box, and I buried him under the tree." The most cherished thing... is really ridiculous. If you really love it, you will not give it up easily. Compared with the toddler grandson, the dragon throne on the golden palace is more adorable. After all, you can have more grandsons, but there is only one dragon throne.

"It's always like this. They cut open the body's abdomen, take out the heart, put it in a wooden box, and then bury it under a tree. The blood formation is a yin and yang formation. The heart of the corpse is buried deep underground, and the soul is imprisoned in a lake. The corpse suffered an unjust death, and his body and soul were separated. He can no longer find his home, and he cannot be reborn. Therefore, resentment is rampant, and it condenses into a blood formation." The ghost sitting quietly under the tree, his expression no longer excited, his eyes no longer crazy, and the usual sarcasm on his brows no longer reappeared. He narrated everything truthfully.

The fire near Lin Lake flared up several times, and the strong smell of smoke was carried into the courtyard along with the breeze. There were figures near the wall, and one after another, figures wearing long crowns jumped into the wall. Han Zhi saw that they were all wearing Taoist robes that he was familiar with.

"Clang--" The wind and clouds moved strangely, and the dragon roared faintly. The Youming Sword whistled out, and Lucas Fu pointed his sword with his backhand, piercing the ground. The earth shook, and the vibration from the ground finally broke out. The sky collapsed and the ground cracked, and the ghostly stone tables and stone chairs were all overturned, and countless black wooden boxes turned out from the ground. Between the broken wooden boxes, clumps of black dead meat were exposed to the moonlight. They were once living lives.

"Evil creature!" Lucas Fu shouted angrily.

Han Zhi saw the deep depression between his eyebrows.

"Do you know your sin?"

"I...know my guilt." Han said.

The blue light was dazzling, and the lightning and fire were blazing. He watched Lucas Fu's face getting closer and closer to him, accompanied by the cold flame.

"Have you ever believed me?" Damien Han asked softly in Lucas Fu's ear at the very end.

Blood flowed through his fingers again, winding like a river, but it was cold, coming from Damien Han himself. The Youming Sword pierced through his chest, and he grasped the blade with his bare hands, asking himself, word by word, "Lucas Fu, do you believe me?"

The next morning, the sun rose from the east as usual, and the people of Qujiang City began their daily lives. People were surprised to find that there was a fire last night. A small courtyard in a narrow alley in the north of the city was burned to ashes, and a huge deep pit was dug in the courtyard, with a scorched earth inside. Strangely, the neighbors around couldn't figure out who had lived in that house. Even stranger was that the stone pavilion by the Lin Lake was gone. There were also burn marks by the willow forest. Who would go to Lin Lake to set fire to it? What a fool! Didn't you see the water of Lin Lake surging and surging, wave after wave?

At the end of August in the fifth year of the reign of Emperor Fengtian, Lucas Fu defeated Oliver's bloody battle array in Qujiang City. In September of the same year, the army of Prince Langya defeated Yucheng City. Since then, the situation of the war took a sharp turn for the worse. The morale of the army of Prince Victor Lu was greatly reduced, and they lost four cities in a row. All five cities in Jinzhou changed hands.

The sky was filled with yellow sand and the ground was covered with flames. In the blink of an eye, two years passed, and the bloody battles continued.

In the middle of March in the seventh year of the reign of Emperor Fengtian, King Qin Lanxun of Marcus surrendered to Langya. Afterwards, all the princes, big and small, surrendered with their entire cities.

On the summer solstice of the seventh year of Qining, Gabriel Helian led his troops into the capital. The emperor, dressed in mourning and holding the imperial seal, greeted him outside the palace gate.

In early September of the seventh year of Qining, the new emperor ascended the throne and changed the country's name to Wei, which is known in history as the New Wei.

In the first month of the following year, the founding emperor of the new Wei Dynasty, Gabriel Helian, named the reign title Yongfeng.

In the same year, Jin Yunzi retired and his disciple Lucas Fu inherited his mantle and became the head of Zhongnan. In February, the new emperor issued an edict that Taoism was respected throughout the world and Zhongnan was the leader of Taoism. Lucas Fu was awarded the title of national teacher for his meritorious service.

Lucas Fu's reputation rose rapidly. The new emperor treated him like his own brother. He could ride a horse into the palace, wear a sword into the palace, and speak frankly about state affairs. He was also granted a temple in the capital for his rest and meditation. He was the most famous person at the time. Everyone said that he was second only to the emperor and above all others.

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of autumn again. That evening, when the Imperial Master Lucas Fu entered the Xuanzheng Hall as ordered, Gabriel Helian had been sitting in the hall for a long time.

The emperor, wearing a five-clawed dragon robe, sat on the dragon throne. His expression was obscured by the afterglow and shadows of the setting sun. Only the dragon throne he was sitting on and the dragon pattern on his yellow robe on his chest were shining brightly.

Lucas Fu was about to bow down, but Gabriel Helian waved his hand and said, "Forget it." There was unspeakable fatigue in his tone.

He was only one year older than Lucas Fu. The emperor who had just turned thirty was always full of vigor and ambition in the eyes of his ministers. He ended the years of fighting among the descendants of the Qin family and unified the country. This alone was enough to make Gabriel Helian famous in history. The great cause was just set, and countless important matters were decided by him alone. The new emperor was energetic, thoughtful, and decisive. When it came to state affairs, the emperor's diligence was obvious to all the court.

Only Lucas Fu knew that Gabriel Helian was actually an alcoholic when he was alone. He couldn't sleep without alcohol, and he was even more powerless to face the next morning court. This always reminded Lucas Fu that there was also someone in his memory who loved wine so much. However, Gabriel Helian could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, while that person would blush after just one cup.

Quietly looking up and seeing the wine jug beside him, Lucas Fu waited quietly.

"We just received a secret report and found Oliver's whereabouts." Gabriel Helian said.

"Where?" Lucas Fu asked.

After the battle of Yucheng, the army of King Victor Lu was obviously not as strong as before. Not only did they fail to capture Jinzhou, but they also lost several cities in succession. Their fighting power was much weaker than before. In the early summer of last year, before Gabriel Helian led his troops into the city, King Victor Lu died of illness. His three sons disagreed on the succession, and the huge family business was divided into three parts, and soon they were captured by various princes. The King Victor Lu family, which once dominated the world, has now become scattered and it is difficult for them to become powerful.

However, in the melee, Oliver escaped again and his whereabouts disappeared.

"Recently, there have been rumors among the people that monsters are sucking human blood. I have sent people to arrest them, but it would be more reassuring if I asked you to go in person."

After hearing this, Lucas Fu nodded and said, "Yes."

"He is in Yingzhou." After a moment of silence, Gabriel Helian said carefully, "Qujiang City."

In an instant, a little light flashed across the emperor's dim eyes, which were complicated and indistinguishable. He looked at Lucas Fu meaningfully.

Lucas Fu nodded, bowed his head again and said, "I accept your order."

There was nothing unusual in his tone and expression.

Gabriel Helian waved his hand in disappointment: "Go away, I'm tired."

Lucas Fu bowed and left. When he was about to step out of the palace, he heard the emperor behind him ask in a deep voice: "Lucas Fu, do you regret it?"

The imperial master stood straight as a pine tree, his snow-white robe was not stained with a speck of dust, and he walked out of the door without stopping: "I... do not regret it." The scene of the corpses and hearts all over the ground was still vivid in his mind. There was a heart in each black box. The black boxes buried under the tree were stacked up to half a person's height, arranged in order, and spread out in the courtyard, leaving almost no place to stand. There were countless wronged souls in the blood array. Even if he went back to the past and the same situation was repeated several times, he would still do the same thing.

On the eve of leaving Beijing, Gabriel Helian summoned Lucas Fu again.

Compared with the last time, within three or five days, Gabriel Helian's fatigue became more and more obvious. The huge Xuanzheng Palace was tall, wide and vast, with golden lacquer and jade tiles, carved beams and painted buildings. At this moment, all the ministers had dispersed, and all the palace maids and attendants were dismissed. Only the emperor sat alone on the steps under the dragon throne, leaning against the foot of the stool and drinking one cup after another.

Seeing Lucas Fu coming, Gabriel Helian waved his hand, motioning him to step forward a few steps. Then, he pointed to the ground and asked him to sit on the ground like himself.

Several empty wine bottles were rolling on the ground. The mouths of the bottles were glistening with water, and the remaining wine dripped onto the ground, soaking the emperor's bright yellow clothes.

Lucas Fu stood at the bottom of the steps politely, not daring to go beyond the limit.

Gabriel Helian didn't care, raised his hand and drank another glass: "You will leave Beijing tomorrow morning?"

Lucas Fu replied: "Yes."

"I heard that you declined the Yingzhou governor's offer and decided not to stay at the government inn?"

"I am a monk, so I shouldn't publicize it."

Gabriel Helian pondered for a while and asked: "Have you found a place to stay?"

"Yes." Lucas Fu nodded, "It's the inn where I stayed before."

"Is it opened by the old couple with their grandson?" Gabriel Helian narrowed his eyes and looked a little dazed, as if he was reminiscing about the past.

"yes."

"Okay." The emperor under the dragon throne smiled, but there was a sigh in his tone.

He handed the wine glass in his hand to Lucas Fu. Lucas Fu took two steps forward and took it respectfully. Gabriel Helian lifted the wine jar beside him with one hand and drank it with his head tilted back. The pouring wine instantly soaked his clothes.

Lucas Fu had long been accustomed to the scene before him, and stood silently by the side. Suddenly, there was another empty altar under his feet. The emperor, who was mighty and wise in front of people, was drunk and melancholy.

"He still doesn't want to talk to me. Just now he sent someone to tell me that he wants to become a monk." The unopened wine jar was smashed to the ground, and the flying porcelain pieces and wine exploded all over the ground, splashing Lucas Fu's Taoist robe and soaking Gabriel Helian's face. His eyes were red, veins on his forehead were bulging, and his red face was full of ferocious and cruel expression, "Don't even think about it! It's not that easy! I won't let him go like this, never!"

"His father killed my entire clan! My parents! My brothers and sisters! More than a hundred of my clansmen! Just because my uncle didn't want to work for the Langya Army, his father set fire to the entire village on the pretext of harboring a bandit leader. All the clansmen were slaughtered, and I was the only one who survived. I will never forget all this! I will never let him go so easily! Alexander Qin, forget it!"

The alcohol had dyed his entire face red. Gabriel Helian was breathing heavily, anger still lingering in his eyes, bloodshot like spider webs: "I will not let him go, I will not..." He kept muttering to himself over and over again.

Through the dim light and shadows that shone into the hall, Lucas Fu discovered that Gabriel Helian had become much more haggard in just a few days. His eyes were sunken and his chin was covered with uneven stubble.

Alexander Qin's father, the old prince, was famous for his ruthlessness on the battlefield. There was a rumor that when he led his troops to suppress bandits, he slaughtered an entire village, even the gray-haired old men and crying babies, because someone in the village was hiding the bandit leader.

"If my mother hadn't hidden me in the water jar, I would have been dead long ago." Holding the heavy wine jar, Gabriel Helian's tone gradually became calmer, "I once told you that people who have nothing don't care about the only one, they want everything."

"But now, I have everything, but I still feel like... I have nothing."

Lucas Fu listened expressionlessly, without saying a word. It was just like the time in Qujiang City when he saw Alexander Qin holding Gabriel Helian's sleeve and walking into the same guest room. The Taoist who didn't care about the world also stood quietly behind them, watching the self-confidence on Gabriel Helian's face and the shyness that flashed across the young prince's open and smiling face.

"I can only tell you these words. No one except you knows that he is still alive. Lucas Fu, I have no one to talk to." Gabriel Helian raised his head, his drunken face was blank and helpless, "What about you, Lucas Fu? I am very curious, you seem to have never had any worries."

Without waiting for Lucas Fu to speak, the drunk emperor laughed to himself: "I forgot that you don't like to talk. You are frank and straightforward, so you won't get entangled in mundane things. He said this when we were in Qujiang City. Alexander Qin said that you are the most boring person in the world, and I am the second. Haha...hahaha..."

He smiled foolishly, his eyes were even more lonely. Looking around the world, only this man would mention the name that has become a taboo. The emperor who was up and down between the past and the present could not see that for a moment, a crack appeared on the cold-faced state teacher's indifferent face. If it were not for Gabriel Helian's ridicule, the words would have come out without thinking. Yes, he had also been so persistent in drinking and chatting with that person under the moon. When that person lamented his dullness and honesty, he clumsily tried to defend himself - I have also been to the cliff of repentance. Master ordered me to check whether my junior brother is truly repentant.

So the man laughed happily, almost falling off the stone bench while holding his stomach. When he laughed, he always bent his eyes, his eyes sparkled, his lips curled up like a cat, three parts comfortable, seven parts satisfied. That man was a ghost, that man called him the Taoist priest, that man... had countless blood debts on his hands.

Finally, Gabriel Helian said, "Go and see him. Go and see him for me..."

He was really drunk, holding the jar of wine in his arms and closing his eyes as if he was about to fall asleep.

Lucas Fu quietly accepted the order. When he stepped out of the palace, he turned back inadvertently. The emperor on the jade steps was struggling to stand up with the dragon throne. The candlelight in the empty hall was flickering, and the golden dragon throne was emitting a dazzling and cold light. Gabriel Helian stood deep in the palace with his back to the palace door. The man who was born as a military general was tall and strong, but at this time he was hunched over, his arms were shaking, and he faintly revealed a sense of desolation and hopelessness.

There is a remote courtyard in the southeast corner of the harem. It is said that it was very deserted during the previous dynasty. Several unpopular Concub!nes lived there, but they all died of sudden illness within a few years. The old people in the palace said that it was haunted. So no one was willing to come there.

Now, Alexander Qin lives here.

According to historical records, Langya King Alexander Qin died after the battle of Yucheng. The exact year and month are not mentioned in detail. It is only said that he was shot by a stray arrow during the march and died of poison that night. Alexander Qin had no children. The next day, General Gabriel Helian could not bear the kneeling requests of the generals and proclaimed himself king.

So I turned my head and looked back to the past. In the first day of July in the fourth year of Ningyou, the army of Alexander Qin, the king of Langya, arrived at the city of Yanshan. In one day, he successively conquered the three cities of Yanshan, Yanshan, and Yanshan. He took control of the twenty cities in the three states in the southeast. At the same time, the Imperial Astronomical Observatory reported that a comet was colliding with the sun in the southeast. The whole country was in an uproar, saying that it was the appearance of the emperor's star.

This battle was the work of Gabriel Helian.

The Emperor Star and so on have always been confusing.

"He asked you to come." Alexander Qin was sitting in the corridor watching the sunset when he entered the door. When he saw Lucas Fu, he asked with a firm tone.

It was late autumn, and he was still holding a paper fan in his hand, covering his chest with it. He had delicate features and a calm expression, as if he was still the handsome young man in the old days who sat in the teahouse and sighed for the people.

Lucas Fu could not say, "Your Majesty misses you very much." He could only stand beside Alexander Qin silently and watch the gorgeous sunset beside the west wall with him. Alexander Qin watched intently, his eyes never turned away, and he did not ask any more questions. Only when the last ray of afterglow at the end of the sky gradually dimmed did he lower his eyelids and stare at the red maple in front of the corridor in a trance.

Since being placed under house arrest by Gabriel Helian, he gradually became less talkative. The warm and amiable prince would still greet people with a smile when he saw them, but after the greetings, he would just sit there stupidly, with a blank look on his face as if he had lost his soul.

In addition, Alexander Qin's legs were crippled. It was said that it was because of the poison on the arrow. He no longer had any feeling in his legs and could no longer stand and walk. Alexander Qin also remained calm about this. He reached down and touched his knees and said, "No wonder it doesn't hurt."

There was nothing else, no resentment, no hatred, no care. She didn't care about anything. The ownership of the world, the betrayal of the old ministers, Gabriel Helian's ascension to the throne. And, the ladies from various families, princesses from foreign races, and peerless beauties who were sent to the palace one after another under various pretexts... Alexander Qin didn't care, or maybe she didn't even hear them.

"When you come back, come and give me a lecture." Lucas Fu said that he was about to leave for Qujiang City. Alexander Qin was also dumbfounded. After a long time, he slowly said, "I have read some by myself recently, but it is better to find a teacher to teach me. Master Fu, would you be willing to condescend to give me some advice?"

Lucas Fu nodded solemnly and agreed. His face was slightly brighter, and he spoke more: "Decades of war and chaos were all caused by the greed of my Qin family's descendants. It caused the nine states to fall apart and the people to suffer. I want to pray for their souls, whether they are soldiers who died on the battlefield or innocent civilians. This also includes his clansmen."

When saying this, Alexander Qin's expression remained calm, and her tone was flat, without the slightest ups and downs.

Lucas Fu bowed sincerely and said, "Your Highness's kindness is a blessing to the world."

Alexander Qin smiled faintly and nodded. His eyes stared at the maple tree in front of him that was gradually turning red and green. The rich color reflected in his calm dark pupils, arousing a trace of vitality for a moment, and then disappeared in an instant.

"I don't hate him for taking the throne. The throne has always been occupied by the capable." Lucas Fu heard him say this before leaving. Sitting on a specially made wooden chair, Alexander Qin tightly grasped the thin blanket covering her legs on her knees, "I only hate him for cheating." The half-opened folding fan fell to the ground with a "click".

The stone path was winding and the moss was slippery. Lucas Fu stumbled for no apparent reason and quickly took a breath to steady himself. He reached out and held onto the railing to avoid falling. For some reason, the Taoist felt empty inside, as if he had suddenly fallen into an abyss.