Duke Jing's younger sister

The night is late and the rain and fog have dissipated.

The cool breeze mixed with a damp smell blew into the ancestral hall.

Luo Cheng hung his head and remained silent.

Luo Jue Shi Ran stood up, having said everything he should and shouldn't say.

"The sun will always rise, and people will always stand up again after falling down." He glanced at the boy kneeling on the ground and sighed secretly, "You should grow up too."

After saying that, Luo Jue raised his foot and walked away from him.

The corner of his robe brought up a light breeze, ruffling his messy hair that hung in front of his forehead.

The footsteps behind me gradually faded away.

After a long time, he raised his head, his eyes were red, and looked straight at the rows of black tablets on the spirit table.

Yes, because he is not strong enough!

So he will be at the mercy of others, lose his loved one forever, and won’t even have the right to choose his own wife...!

"Wrong, really wrong..." he murmured.

How wrong!

He couldn't help laughing out loud.

The laughter was desolate and painful, containing too many complex emotions that could not be explained, intertwined like a tangled mess, echoing long and long over the ancestral hall.

His shoulders shook slightly as he laughed, until later his voice became choked and he could no longer cry.

The imperial power is so powerful that it can decide life and death at any time.

He didn’t understand before.

Why do those people fight to the death for power and to get to the top?

Now he understood.

Only if you stand high enough and are strong enough!

Only then can you hold the right to choose in your own hands, instead of being passive all the time and not even having the right to say "I don't want to".

If he and Shen Beiqi were in each other's place today, there would probably be two completely different outcomes, right?

What if Shen Beiqi wanted to marry Shen Li?

If that were the case, the prince would not only not stop him, but would also help him to make it happen in order to win his favor, right?

A hint of fierceness flashed across his narrow eyes, and Luo Cheng struggled to kneel straight again.

Even if Shen Li doesn't marry him, Luo Cheng, she absolutely cannot marry Xiao Wenhao!

If the prince takes away someone's beloved, then he must also take away what the other person values ​​most.

The most important thing in the prince's heart is naturally the supreme dragon throne.

Luo Cheng gritted his teeth secretly. He would never let Xiao Wenhao get his wish and would not let him ascend to the throne smoothly!

He must open his eyes and watch, watching the person who was once high and mighty fall from the clouds and become the mud that everyone can step on and trample on at will!

At that time, it will depend on how Xiao Wenhao can control the fate of others!

The white candle burned out and the morning light was dim.

After a night of rain, the sunlight over Jiangdu City became brighter and brighter.

The golden sunlight shines through the open wooden door and directly onto the straight back of the young man in red who is kneeling in the ancestral hall.

today……

It is the sixth day of May.

Luo Cheng slowly raised his eyes, his narrow and long pupils had long lost their former brilliance and had become dark and deep.

It was like a pool of stagnant water, without a ripple or any vitality.

After kneeling for a whole night, my knees were numb and I had no feeling at all.

He supported himself on the ground and struggled to stand up. He staggered and held onto the door frame, then slowly raised his head to look at the rising sun in the sky.

After the rain, the sky cleared up and the clouds and fog dissipated.

Today is indeed a great day.

......

The weather was stormy and thunder was roaring.

The howling wind swept across the earth, as if it was going to swallow up everything in the world.

Lightning flashed across the sky.

In the dark night sky, a winding, bright gap was drawn.

The young man, as beautiful as a peony, stood resolutely on the edge of the cliff, the corners of his red robe rustling in the wind.

"Luo Yan——"

The strong wind blew her wide sleeves, making it impossible for the person to open his eyes. She struggled forward against the wind, calling out his name.

He seemed not to hear her cry. He opened his arms and plunged into the abyss like a weightless butterfly.

She subconsciously reached out to grab him, but only tore off a piece of his red robe that was wet by the rain.

"Luo Yan——"

She called out his name loudly.

In the dark valley, her shrill cries and the sound of the wind howling like a wolf echoed.

The scene changed and the sky became bright.

It doesn't snow often in Jiangdu City, but today it was snowing all over the sky.

On the wide and straight streets, what caught the eye was the paleness all over the streets. Looking closely, it turned out that it was not snow.

But it is the paper money thrown by the funeral procession.

In the long funeral procession, the young man walking in the front was holding a white banner and wearing mourning clothes. His handsome face looked cold and solemn.

The cold wind swirled, blowing the paper money into the air like snow, and some of the money was blown onto the black coffin.

When attending a funeral, descendants are not allowed to stand up straight.

He bent his back, tightly grasped the white flag in his hand, lowered his head in the flying snow, and led the team slowly forward without saying a word.

During the seven days of vigil, she didn't see him shed a single tear.

In other words, she had never seen him cry since entering the Shen family.

But at this moment, she clearly saw the crystal tears falling from his eyes, drop by drop, falling onto the back of his hand with bulging veins.

She stopped where she was, looking at the bent figure, which was walking farther and farther away with the funeral procession amidst the flying paper money.

She burst into tears for no apparent reason, feeling a sense of powerlessness.

She can't help anyone.

She could only watch them fall and walk away...

When Youyou woke up, she felt her throat was aching as if it was on fire and her head was dizzy.

As her vision blurred, she vaguely saw someone sitting on a round stool beside the bed, watching over her.

"Xingping, bring some water."

When she first heard her own extremely hoarse voice, she couldn't help but be stunned.

No wonder I feel so weak all over. It must be because I was caught in the rain last night and caught a cold.

Shen Beiqi stood up, walked to the table and poured a cup of tea. He touched the wall of the cup with the back of his finger, and after confirming that the temperature was right, he returned to the bed and slowly helped her up.

Her throat was almost dry and smoking. When she felt the warm brim of the cup approaching her lips, she lowered her head and took two sips of tea.

As her consciousness gradually became clearer, she saw that the fingers holding the teacup were long and well-proportioned. She knew at a glance that they were the man's hands, not Xing Ping's.

Her eyes followed the finger back and landed on the dark blue robe embroidered with dark patterns worn by the person beside her.

"Why are you here?"