The Emperor's uncle loves me! My paranoid wife, don't run away

The moment Luo Mian said "Ying'er", everyone saw it——

A very rare emotion appeared in his eyes.

Hate.

Extremely obvious hatred.

It was not a sneer, nor a mockery, but a hatred that had been suppressed for years, surging and almost devouring people.

The Queen Mother held on.

"Heh...return your 'old friend'?"

Sneering, hoarse voice,

"Ridiculous! Who knows where you found this bitch?"

"Anywhere—"

"The Queen Mother."

The man spoke, his tone calm, but every word was shocking.

"One inch below your right collarbone,"

"There's a red birthmark."

"It's shaped like a pentagram."

"There are three red moles on the left shoulder blade on the back."

"Am i right?"

The Queen Mother's breathing became disordered.

She stared at him intently, and for the first time, there was obvious panic in her eyes.

"Liu Ping! Shut up!"

The Queen Mother suddenly raised her hand and pointed at the man.

"If you say another word...you."

"Do you want to die again?"

Liu Ping did not retreat.

The expression on his face is always sad.

"Right wrist."

"There's a scar."

"I got burned by the soup bowl you accidentally knocked over."

"You're shy and once asked me to apply the medicine for you."

"That was the first time you cried...in front of me."

The Empress Dowager's pupils suddenly shrank and her body swayed.

Mu Huo's pen was shaking so much that he couldn't stop writing. The ink on the back of his hand had spread, but he was still writing:

——"A red mole on the clavicle is known to old friends."

——"The Queen Mother reacted, finding it difficult to defend herself."

——"His name is Liu Ping, and he is suspected to be one of the male favorites kept secretly back then."

Luo Mian looked at the Queen Mother.

"My name is Ying'er."

"No surname."

"You once said that the harem was your prison."

"But it seems to me that you are living a very comfortable life."

"Hidden a lover, plotted against the emperor, and toyed with court officials."

"Are you sitting in the Empress Dowager's seat... or... the courtesan's chair?"

Luo Mian rarely gets angry and rarely speaks harshly.

This time, every word was like a sharp blade.

Shen Runing had just calmed Shen Kuo down.

In his hand he tightly grasped the jade pendant engraved with the word "Luo Xuan".

She understands.

The time has come.

Perhaps half of all the preparations Luo Mian had made before were for what was to come.

The Queen Mother was speechless.

He gritted his teeth, trying to hold on, but suddenly staggered, covered his heart, and started coughing violently.

“Cough…cough cough cough——!”

Blood seeped out from between his fingers, a bright red sight.

Luo Mian showed no mercy.

He walked forward step by step, stood in front of the Queen Mother, and looked down at her.

Those eyes were so cold that it made people tremble.

Then he leaned over, approached the Queen Mother, and spoke in a low, hoarse voice.

"Back then, my mother did the most wrong thing."

"Just to take you back home."

“She’s so kind.”

“She’s so kind—!”

"——But her kindness was given to the wrong person."

"She felt sorry for you, seeing you hanging out with beggars, starving, covered in wounds, and being bullied."

"She wanted to save you,"

"She wants to give you a chance to live."

"She said - 'Just let her stay in the mansion and give her a home'."

"But how do you repay her?"

Luo Mian straightened up and sneered.

"Oh...you might have forgotten her name, right?"

"Let me remind you."

"Her name is Qiao Zhiyuan."

"Qiao Zhiyuan, who pulled you out of hell."

"My mother, the late queen, Qiao Zhiyuan."

The three words "Qiao Zhiyuan" made everyone stunned.

The Empress Dowager dug her fingertips into her palms, as if she heard something from her dreaded nightmare.

Suddenly, Luo Mian's tone changed and became extremely gentle.

"She's a wonderful person."

"He has beautiful handwriting, is good at painting, and is also an excellent pastry chef. He even once had a black kitten named 'Xuetuan'."

"How strange! It's a pitch-black cat, but you insist on calling me 'Snowball'."

"When Xuetuan died, she cried all night..."

Then the tone became abrupt again.

"How did Xuetuan die? You know best, right?"

"Do you remember?"

"Do you remember?"

The past that had been suppressed for many years surged in Luo Mian's eyes.

"Father, mother, and eldest brother were still alive at that time..."

"It was late one rainy night."

"You were kneeling in the rain, your hair disheveled."

"You pinched Xuetuan's neck like you were holding a rag—"

"Press it hard into the water tank."

Luo Mian paused suddenly, the corners of his eyes trembled slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Xuetuan struggled so hard that his claws dug the entire vat full of blood..."

"Xuetuan doesn't want to die."

"It doesn't want to die."

"You're suppressing it while cursing."

"You said—'That bitch Qiao Zhiyuan will die like this sooner or later!'"

"You said—'She stole your position, the dignity you deserved, and your life.'"

The hall was dead silent; even the wind seemed to have stopped.

Mu Huo's hands were shaking...

Shen Runing's eyes were frighteningly red.

Then Luo Mian's voice became low, and in it was a mixture of... pity.

"I was only three or four years old at the time, and I... I thought it was a dream..."

"If only I had told her to be wary of you sooner."

"Maybe, maybe this is another ending."

"They wouldn't have died, and I..."

"You don't have to suffer for so many years..."

Then he turned around and looked at Shen Runing.

"Ning'er, don't you think so?"

The Empress Dowager's lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out.

Before Shen Runing could speak, Luo Mian turned his head again.

Perhaps, he didn't say this to Shen Runing.

Rather, it was the young Luo Mian who spoke to the present Luo Mian.

Then Luo Mian took out a bracelet from his sleeve pocket.

The sandalwood is warm and the string is old and worn.

Slowly, place it in front of the Empress Dowager.

"On the day she hanged herself, she was still holding... in her hand..."

"The bracelet you gave her."

"She never said a bad word about you until she died."

"Mother...went to look for Xuetuan..."

At this point, Luo Mian's voice became hoarse and he paused for a moment.

then.

Suddenly raised his eyes.

The short blade in the sleeve flashed——

Straight into the chest of the Empress Dowager, Ying'er.

Blood gushes out.

The Queen Mother's throat was choked, and her eyes...

Finally, tears were shed.

But, for whom are these tears shed?

Only she knows.

Luo Mian whispered, word by word.

"She asked me to pay it back."

"She said that even if she died, she wanted to trust you one last time."

“Even if it’s completely wrong.”

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ps ah ps:

Regarding Qiao Zhiyuan, some people may think she is a bit "stupid".

Here is my explanation:

She is not "stupid", but - she must be "so kind".

Her kindness is itself the anchor of the entire story.

Her kindness is selective;

Her tolerance is based on a sense of conviction.

Even though she already knew who was harming her, she never blamed anyone, because that was the path she chose and she was willing to walk it.

Her "stupidity" does not mean ignorance.

It is a kind of determination that says, "I can obviously do it differently, but I choose to do it this way."

Her gentleness did not change fate, but her kindness was truly engraved in the bones and blood of others.

She is Luo Mian's mother.

He is the person who "can be cruel, but chooses to be gentle".

——That’s why Luo Mian hates me so much.

——That’s why this hatred is so deep.

This is roughly the process of conception.

Finally, thank you to all the readers who have been following along. It has reached over 800,000 words. Thank you for reading this far.