Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

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Then the scene changed, showing the young man Chu Ziyu who was seen from afar at the palace banquet. He was dressed in the clothes of a prince, with clear eyes and eyebrows but could not hide his aloofness.

How could he have felt at that time that those bottomless eyes contained a whirlpool that could drag him into hell?

For countless days and nights, he worked tirelessly to cultivate the life-extending Gu for him and to nurse his weakened body after being ambushed and poisoned.

Under the candlelight, Chu Ziyu's face was pale. She held his hand, and her tone was gentle and dependent that he had never heard before: "Ci'an, if it weren't for you, I would have been a handful of yellow earth long ago."

He believed it and was so foolish that he revealed his whole heart and offered all the secret witchcraft of his clan.

It was in the dark dungeon that he fed himself to a poisonous insect in order to eliminate his political enemies, enduring the agony of being eaten by thousands of insects. After he succeeded, he fell to the ground weakly, and when he looked up, he saw his cold and scrutinizing gaze, without any warmth.

It was the night when his value was exhausted, a cup of poisoned wine, and a piece of paper accusing him of witchcraft and sorcery to kill the king.

He was thrown into the deepest part of the imperial prison, where he was tortured in every way and asked in a hoarse voice why.

Chu Ziyu was already the emperor at that time, wearing a yellow robe, looking down from above, his eyes as indifferent as if he were looking at an ant: "You, the Gu Master, are sinister and filthy. Keeping you here will only bring disaster."

If there is an afterlife... If there is an afterlife... I must...

The last bit of consciousness was completely swallowed by darkness.

The hand, stained with his own blood, fell limply to the ground. Under the fingertips, the blood-stained porcelain fragments flashed a cold and faint light.

Inside the cell, the only sound was the soft sound of blood dripping onto the ground.

despair.

despair.

Dead silence.

Lin Ci'an took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, but there was no heart-wrenching pain as expected. Only a light smell of alcohol mixed with ambergris lingered at his nose.

The glaring light made him squint uncomfortably.

What I saw before me was not a cold and smelly prison cell, but a magnificent palace with carved beams and painted rafters.

The sounds of stringed instruments and wind instruments were melodious and pleasant, the dancers' sleeves fluttered in the wind, and the princes and nobles sitting at the tables on both sides were dressed in elegant clothes, toasting each other and talking and laughing loudly.

It's a palace banquet.

Moreover, it was five years ago, when Chu Ziyu was still a prince, that was when he had just recovered from poisoning and the emperor specially held a celebration banquet for him!

The intense sense of time and space dislocation made him dizzy. His fingertips were cold and he subconsciously clenched his fists, but what he touched was not cold broken porcelain pieces, but warm jade chopsticks and a slightly cool porcelain cup.

He lowered his head stiffly and saw that he was wearing a moon-white brocade robe with Gu pattern, which was complete and clean. His wrists were smooth, without any horrible wounds caused by the rope.

The lightness of the body is a sign of long-lost health that has not been destroyed by cruel punishment.

This is not a dream...

"Beloved?"

That deep, pleasant voice that penetrated into the bones sounded again, with just the right amount of gentleness and concern, nearby.

Lin Ci'an looked up suddenly.

Chu Ziyu was sitting at the main seat not far from him, dressed in the prince's uniform, with handsome features. His face was a little pale from the recent poisoning, but it added a bit of fragile nobility to it.

He was leaning slightly, holding a golden cup with clear wine in it, and handing it to Lin Ci'an.

There was a faint smile in those bottomless eyes, like spring water reflecting the warm sun. Anyone who saw him would think that he was a wise king who was courteous, gentle and kind.

"Boss, the blackening value is 99.999%, it's really better than 24k pure gold."

The voice of 6872 sounded in Chu Ziyu's mind.

Chu Ziyu came to this small world long before the palace banquet began, but he didn't expect that he had not had time to fully understand the plot.

He was hurriedly called over by his nominal mother, Concubine Liu, who was of low status but was a little ostentatious because her son had recently "recovered from illness and regained the emperor's favor." She sent a eunuch to call him over.

In the side hall, the scent of incense curled up, but it could not suppress the anxiety and a hint of greed between Concubine Liu's brows.

"Yu'er, you're well now, and His Majesty values ​​you. But do you know that useless cousin of your maternal grandfather..."

Concubine Liu kept on nagging, but the core of her intention was to ask for favors for the relatives who had caused trouble in her family. She also hinted that he needed to be more "respectful" to his mother's family in order to be filial.

Chu Ziyu maintained a meek and listening expression, his mind rapidly integrating the fragmented information just transmitted by 6872.

The original owner's poisoning was probably related to this "kind mother", or at least she knew about it or even condoned it, just to put the blame on the queen's legitimate son and win the queen's favor.

Now that they see that he is "getting better and gaining power", they can't wait to reap the benefits.

It's just...disgusting.

He sneered in his heart, but his face showed a bit of weakness and embarrassment at the right time: "Mother, this matter requires long-term consideration.

Although my son seems to be getting better, he is actually weak inside. The imperial physician has advised that he needs to rest, so it is really not appropriate at this time..."

Before he could finish his words, Concubine Liu raised her eyebrows, clearly dissatisfied with his evasion, and her voice became sharp: "What? Have you grown independent? Have you forgotten who risked their lives to give birth to you and plan for you..."

She became more and more excited as she spoke, and she suddenly stood up. The waving of her long nails painted with red nails accidentally knocked over the cup of freshly brewed, piping hot Gongmei tea on the small table beside her!

"Crack-pop!"