I dressed as a princess and cheated on myself

As for who had the upper hand, she couldn't tell.

But soon, the fight between the two turned into a group of people besieging Qin Moyu.

Song Bushi was worried. Qin Moyu's injury had not healed yet, so he couldn't act like this.

These people had no moral principles and actually besieged him.

As expected, he gradually lost the upper hand, with more and more wounds on his body. As old wounds broke open, his white robe was dyed red.

A large amount of blood dripped down, and he looked like a bloody man. Finally, he was hit by a hammer and fell to the ground.

Song Bushi's tears had blurred his vision.

She wanted to yell and ask them to stop, even if it meant kneeling down to beg them!

She couldn't imagine how much pain he was in.

Jiang Li drew his sword and walked towards him, "Boy, don't blame Uncle Jiang, blame your stupid father!"

He raised his sword high, ready to stab him in the heart, but unexpectedly someone shouted, "Spare his life, the emperor must live!"

Jiang Li asked in surprise, "You want him alive? Are you sure?"

"I just want to live!" the emperor replied.

Everyone knelt down in panic, "Greetings, Your Majesty."

"Stand up." The emperor, dressed in plain clothes, walked quickly towards Qin Moyu.

At this time, he still had a breath, but his body could no longer move.

Seeing the emperor approaching, his expression became complicated, blood dripped down his forehead, and his vision became blurred.

The emperor walked up to him, squatted down, and helped him wipe the blood from his eyes.

Asked with concern, "Yu'er, how are you?"

Qin Moyu stretched out his hand and tightly grasped the emperor's robe, "Father...Emperor, why...why do you want to kill...why..."

"You want to ask me why I killed your parents, right?"

He panted, his fingers clutching his robes tightly.

The emperor sighed, "I don't want to either. But the situation forces me to do so. Do you understand? Yu'er, you know that I like you very much. You are very capable, just as capable as your father. In fact, you will be better than him in the future!"

Qin Moyu's tears mixed with blood and flowed down, blurring his entire face.

Even so, it couldn't hide the despair and sorrow in his eyes.

The emperor carefully wiped him clean again, "But you are too stubborn! Why do you insist on finding out the truth about your parents' death? Is the truth important? Is your life important? If you don't find out, how can I bear to kill you?"

Qin Moyu's injuries were already severe, but they were far less painful than his heartache.

It really hurts to be betrayed by the person you trust the most and to be hurt by the person closest to you.

His father didn't know until his death that he was killed by the person he trusted the most. This can be considered a kind of happiness.

"Kill me..." he begged, "Kill me..."

The emperor helped him smooth his messy hair and stroked his face carefully. "Yu'er, my Yu'er! You are the child I raised with my own hands. I raised you like my own son. How could I bear to kill you? Yu'er, have a good sleep. When you wake up, you will forget everything. By then, we will still be like father and son, okay?"

Qin Moyu shook his head, "No... you kill me... kill me! If you don't kill me, I will definitely kill you in the future!"

The emperor sneered, "Don't worry, you can never kill me! Because you are just like your father!"

After saying that, the emperor pinched his mouth and fed him an amnesia drug.

He refused to drink it, but the medicine still flowed down his throat.

The emperor was very satisfied. "Don't struggle anymore. Go to sleep. From now on, you are still my son and you can still call me father!"

Qin Moyu wanted to kill him, but he couldn't mobilize his internal energy at all. It seemed that all the bones in his body were broken, and he no longer had the strength to struggle.

The medicine he drank made his mind gradually become blurred. The moment he closed his eyes, he turned his face to Song Bushi.

His eyes were fixed on her, and his mouth seemed to be saying, "Ah no..."

Song Bushi wanted to rush over and hug him, but his body was unable to move, and he couldn't even respond to him.

I could only watch him being tortured beyond recognition.

It turns out that this is how he lost his memory.

He later tried hard to restore his memory, but failed.

It turns out that these lost memories are so cruel!

Jiang Li said, "Your Majesty, do you still want to keep him? It would be troublesome if he remembers it again in the future."

"It doesn't matter. I have a backup plan!" The emperor took out another bottle of poison. "This is a chronic poison. After taking it, he will have an attack of the poison once a month, but he won't die! If he wants to kill me in the future, I just need to sprinkle the corresponding poison powder on him. Even if he only inhales a little bit, he will immediately die of the poison!"

"Your Majesty is so thoughtful!" Jiang Li admired him sincerely, and everyone flattered him, "Your Majesty is wise!"

The emperor laughed loudly, "This boy is really too good! I need him right now. There are riots on the border and many other troubles that need him to deal with! Killing him would be my loss!"

Everyone was convinced, "Yes, King Heng is indeed powerful!"

"Alright, quickly notify the people from Prince Heng's Mansion to come and rescue them. We are all retreating!"

After saying this, the emperor walked away, and a group of people followed him.

Qin Moyu lay quietly on the ground, bleeding still. He should not be in pain because he was completely unconscious.

Song Bushi still couldn't move, tears flowing like a river.

Soon, Wei Zhong arrived, "Your Majesty!"

He came to Qin Moyu's side, saw him covered in blood, and shouted anxiously, "Hurry up, send a doctor over!"

Soon, many people came, including a doctor, who gave him emergency hemostatic bandage and then carefully carried him away.

The entire canyon fell silent.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Bushi was finally able to move. She pushed away the weeds that were covering her body and crawled out.

The cave was full of blood, and the messy daily necessities were trampled all over the place.

There was more blood outside, mixed with the pungent smell of poison.

Everything proved that what she saw was not a dream.

But that was something more terrifying than a nightmare.

"Qin Moyu..." She murmured his name and walked out holding the tiger skin.

He is not afraid of poisonous snakes, and he is not afraid of wolves.

After walking for a day and a night, she finally came out.

Looking at the vast sky and earth, she suddenly burst into tears.

My heart aches, the scene of him being tortured and killed keeps replaying in my mind.

She didn't know how long she had been crying, but she could no longer shed a single tear and her throat was very hoarse.

She felt something pressing against her head, caressing it gently, and she was delighted, "Qin..."

After calling out a word, he looked up and met the eyes of a white horse.

The horse was licking her head with its tongue. It must have sensed her sadness and was comforting her in its own way.

What a clever and intelligent animal.

Song Bushi hugged the horse's head and burst into tears again.

She didn't expect that the white horse had been waiting here for so long.

It certainly didn't know that its owner was so badly injured.