Marrying a concubine to seduce him and lure him into the game

Su Rao's heart was in turmoil and the doubts were still there.

“Could there be something inside that we don’t know? Maybe those people were not killed by him personally. You have followed Prince Yi for so many years, you should know him well. What if he just lost control at some point, and it was not his nature, but he was manipulated by others?” Her voice was pleading, trying to find a ray of hope.

Fang Mo's eyes flashed with surprise when he heard this, but he quickly returned to his indifference: "There is no need to excuse him. The fact that my brother was killed cannot be tampered with. Sooner or later, I will personally seek justice and let Cao Feng's soul rest in peace."

After saying that, Fang Mo turned around resolutely and left with heavy steps, leaving Su Rao standing there alone, unable to let go for a long time.

The journey back to the palace seemed particularly long. Su Rao was in a state of confusion, with all kinds of emotions intertwined and entangled, almost suffocating her.

After entering the palace gate, Su Rao hurriedly changed out of her dusty coat and headed straight for Jingxin Pavilion.

There, waiting for her was the man with a cold face and eyes as deep as the sea—Prince Yi. She couldn't believe that he would be the one who crazily slaughtered his comrades, and she firmly believed that there must be an unknown secret hidden behind it.

The only way to solve the mystery is to face him personally.

"Your Highness, I met Fang Mo today." Su Rao stood in front of Prince Yi and told him what happened today straight away.

Upon hearing this, Prince Yi's originally calm lips suddenly tightened, as if he had foreseen how heavy and complicated the upcoming conversation would be.

The truth about the battle of Yunyao Mountain lies between these two people.

Prince Yi stood up suddenly from his seat, the legs of his chair making a dull sound as they rubbed against the ground. He turned around and tried to leave, his steps hesitant but determined, unwilling to delve further into this painful topic.

Seeing this, Su Rao's slender hands were as fast as lightning. She instantly grabbed the edge of Prince Yi's clothes with a firm force.

"Your Highness, are you going to take escape as the only answer?" Her eyes penetrated the air and struck deep into Prince Yi's heart.

Faced with such questioning, Prince Yi slowly raised his hand, his fingertips were cold, and his movement revealed an imperceptible resistance and helplessness.

He began to pry open Su Rao's tightly clasped fingers one by one. Every time he loosened one finger, it was like pulling out a piece of entanglement from his heart.

His face was stern, but in Su Rao's eyes, hidden beneath the coldness was the helplessness and heart-wrenching fragility of a child.

Finally, he turned around resolutely and walked towards the scripture room with firm steps. The quaint wooden door closed gently behind him, isolating him from the disturbances and entanglements of the outside world.

Outside the door, Mo Yi was confused, with a puzzled look on his face: "Miss Lin, did you say something to upset the prince? He was clearly reciting scriptures just now."

Su Rao sighed softly.

She walked towards the closed door of the scripture room with light steps.

"In my memory, Prince Yi was a warrior on the battlefield, shed his blood and sacrificed his life for the country, fearlessly. Although he is now devoted to Buddhism and indifferent to the world, I find it hard to accept that the prince who was cruel and ruthless in Fang Mo's mouth would be the one I know. If the prince chooses to remain silent, there must be his unspeakable difficulties behind it."

Inside the house, Prince Yi held a scripture in his hand with a blank look in his eyes.

He was immersed in his own thoughts, and everything in the outside world seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Su Rao's voice came through the crack in the door, with a bit of urgency and sincerity: "Perhaps in your eyes, silence is the best way to solve problems, but sometimes, speaking your mind may lead to an unexpected way out. Your Majesty, if one day you really transcend the mundane world and no longer get involved in worldly troubles, I will not stop you, but I, Su Rao, must find a way out for my future. Please at least give me this chance."

As she finished her words, the door opened quietly, and Prince Yi's figure appeared vaguely in the interweaving of light and shadow. A hint of surprise flashed in Su Rao's eyes.

The two men sat opposite each other in the Zen room, their eyes meeting, and a subtle tension filled the air.

"Yes, I ended it myself." Prince Yi's words were calm, but they made Su Rao's heart ache.

"Why? Why did the prince want to take those people's lives?" Su Rao's voice was obviously trembling as she tried to find a hint of answer under Prince Yi's cold face.

"I don't understand it myself." Prince Yi's answer was brief.

Su Rao frowned, puzzled: "I don't understand? How can someone take someone's life when they are unconscious?"

Prince Yi's voice was so calm that it seemed unreal, but his eyes seemed to be shrouded in invisible blood, and his chest seemed to be pressed by an invisible weight, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Su Rao's mind turned quickly: "Could it be that I lost myself at a certain moment, and when I woke up, everything was irreversible?"

She tried to find a reasonable explanation for Prince Yi's behavior.

Prince Yi nodded slightly, but this tiny movement was of great significance in Su Rao's eyes. She realized that things were far more complicated than she had imagined.

Is it the effect of the medicine?

Or was it that the evil poison caused him to become mentally confused, causing him to accidentally hurt his comrades?

Or is the vision deliberately misleading, and the truth about those dead is hidden behind a thick fog?

But where in the world does such a strange power come from that can manipulate people's hearts and distort facts?

Su Rao's knowledge base seemed pale and powerless at this moment, and she could not give an answer immediately.

"Your Highness, did you become a Buddhist to alleviate the guilt you felt inside?" she asked persistently.

Prince Yi remained silent, his face cold and hard, but there seemed to be undercurrents in his eyes, and his emotions were churning.

Su Rao seized this fleeting opportunity tightly: "If we can prove that the deaths of those people have nothing to do with the prince, then the prince will not have to bear this heavy sin anymore, and perhaps he will not need to seek spiritual liberation through Buddhist practice, right?"

There was a hint of hope in her voice, even if the hope was slim, it was worth a try.

Prince Yi's response was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing all fantasies.

"Su Rao, you don't have to waste your efforts. No matter what the result is, as the King of Yi, I will never go against my oath."

After saying this, Prince Yi's gaze returned to its usual calm and resoluteness, leaving Su Rao with a heart full of shock and astonishment.

What does this mean?

Su Rao's heart was in turmoil and it was difficult to calm down. For Prince Yi, was the practice of Buddhism really driven only by the unspeakable guilt deep in his heart?

Or are there more complex emotions and motives hidden behind this?

Her brows were slightly furrowed, and every word seemed to float slowly in the air, searching for traces of the answer.

He pursed his lips, and between those thin lips, it seemed as if he had built an indestructible wall, locking all the secrets inside.

No matter how Su Rao tried to hint at it, or how gentle and persistent she was, he remained stubbornly silent and would not reveal any information.

Those deep eyes filled people with awe and pity.

It seems that there is really nothing that can be asked.

A trace of helplessness flashed across Su Rao's face, but her heart was tangled like a tangled mess.