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There has never been a moment when the memory of the past life is so clear.

The man's face appeared, and even the hardness of his stubble could be seen. Luo Yao heard his own cries. He was clearly resisting, but his body reacted to the stimulation. The whip marks on his thighs and back. The narrow room where he couldn't see his hand in front of his face was so dark and terrifying. The darkness stretched out its tentacles towards him, constantly eroding his will and piercing his heart...

I even felt the pain at that time!

It hurts!

My heart aches so much!

It’s going to hurt like hell!

Luo Yao hunched over, covering his chest with his hands. Li Qingyun, thinking the princess was hurting him, hurried forward...

The princess stood up... and left without saying a word. Luo Yao's expression was too scary, and the guards didn't dare to get close to him. They could only follow him from a distance.

After a night of relaxation, Wang Guangcheng got up late. He sat leisurely in the main hall drinking tea and saw Luo Yao coming towards him from afar.

Why did the princess return to the palace so early in the morning? Wasn’t she in Qingxin Hall taking care of the prince?

Wang Guangcheng was puzzled.

In the distance, the princess seemed to be running, waving something in her hand, getting closer and closer to him.

When he was lazily preparing to stand up and salute, before he could even get up from his chair, he was hit on the forehead with a brick.

Luo Yao grabbed his collar, pulled him up hard and threw him to the ground...

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

When Wang Guangcheng heard this, another brick hit him on the forehead and he lost consciousness instantly.

Luo Yao was like a madman, with tears streaming down his face, shouting "I'm going to kill you", and kept swinging the sharp stone bricks at Wang Guangcheng's head. He held the stone too tightly and used too much force, and even though his hands were bleeding, he didn't feel the pain.

When Li Qingyun and his guards arrived, they were so frightened that they stood there in a daze.

After reacting, Li Qingyun decisively stepped forward and tried to remove the stone from Luo Yao's hand and subdue Luo Yao. Luo Yao was skilled in martial arts and struggled violently. During the struggle, a brick hit Li Qingyun on the head.

Li Qingyun felt dizzy and took several steps back, blood oozing from his forehead. Zhang Jiji hurried over and shouted, "Why don't you quickly control the princess?!"

The guards had already lost their souls with fear. Luo Yao was still riding on the unconscious Wang Guangcheng, holding the stone, and hitting Wang Guangcheng again and again. Blood splattered everywhere, and the scene was very bloody.

Finally, some guards reacted. Seven or eight guards stepped forward to restrain Luo Yao and removed the stone from his hand.

Luo Yao went mad, yelling and screaming, punching and kicking them. When his hands were restrained, he bit and kicked them. His handsome face was covered in blood and tears, his eyes devoid of their usual gentleness, filled only with hatred and rage. Like a wounded, out-of-control beast, he whimpered tremblingly, treating everyone who approached him as an enemy...

The guards were all injured, some seriously, and it wasn't until Ye Qing arrived and gave Luo Yao some kind of medicinal powder that he was finally subdued and fell asleep...

The guards were exhausted and out of breath. Li Qingyun was hit by a brick and was bleeding profusely. He had already fainted.

Ye Qing looked at the mess on the ground and felt overwhelmed.

There was no time to ask what happened, so he rushed to rescue the housekeeper. Wang Guangcheng's face was smashed beyond recognition, one of his eyes was smashed, and he was only hanging on by a thread. Ye Qing gave him the priceless Lingyue Pill, which temporarily stabilized Wang Guangcheng.

He bandaged Li Qingyun's wound and pinched his Ren Zhong point to wake him up.

The guards who were not seriously injured carried out the seriously injured Wang Guangcheng and Li Qingyun. Ye Qing picked up Luo Yao, who had fallen asleep after smelling Sheli, and took him directly back to Bei Zhenting's East Wing.

Ye Qing could not have imagined that the boy who was smiling yesterday would become like this overnight.

I usually thought the princess was in good health, but when I held her in my arms I found that she was even lighter than some women.

The young man, who was not yet twenty, was lying on the bed, his hands still bleeding, with several bloody holes on his palms and his hands covered in dirt.

A handsome face was covered in blood and tears, as if it was a wild ghost from hell. Its lips were bitten, and its forehead was hit by something, leaving a long cut that was bleeding and looked very scary.

What Ye Qing couldn't understand was that even after hearing Sheli fall asleep, the boy was still crying...

Sighing, Ye Qing asked the servants of Qingxin Hall to help clean Luo Yao's wound, and ordered someone to call the princess's servant to come and take care of him.

When Ah Shi came crying, he saw this scene: basin after basin of blood was being carried out... For a moment, he thought that something had happened to the young master. Ah Shi stood there for a long time before he staggered into the house.

In the room, Ye Qing was sweating profusely as he cleaned Luo Yao's wound. Luo Yao's wound was covered with dirt and gravel, so the cleaning had to be done very carefully, otherwise it would definitely get infected.

After a long time, the wounds on the knees, palms, and head were finally cleaned, medicine was applied, and white cloth was wrapped around them. Ye Qing stood up and handed Ah Shi a bottle of medicine. "If the princess wakes up and is unstable and behaves erratically, this is Sheli. Let the princess smell it and it will temporarily make her sleepy. If anything happens, come to me immediately."

A Shi even forgot to thank Ye Qing. He took the medicine and sat back beside Luo Yao's bed, sobbing softly.

Wang Guangcheng was directly sent to the dungeon by the guards. The princess beat the housekeeper to a cripple without any evidence. They carried Wang Guangcheng to the dungeon inexplicably and tacitly...

Zhang Jiji ordered the guards to investigate the matter thoroughly, focusing on Qing'er's residence in the laundry room. However, Qing'er's room was immaculately clean, and she had burned all the evidence herself. The guards looked at the rain-soaked residue in the copper basin and returned empty-handed.

After Ye Qing cleaned Luo Yao's wound, he headed straight to the dungeon and briefly cleaned the housekeeper's wound. Wang Guangcheng was dead, his injuries were too severe, and the only thing holding him back was the effects of the Lingyue Pill.

The sight of his face covered in blood and one eye being blown out, yet the other eye still open, was so horrifying that even Ye Qing was frightened.

It was a miracle that Wang Guangcheng's brain was not stunned by the sharp stones. He opened his eyes, and the black bricks and stones above his head made him realize that he was in the dungeon of the palace.

The prince was not there and there was no evidence, but these people carried him into the cell. Wang Guangcheng's mind flashed back to the scene he saw that night when he was hiding near the lotus pond.

The prince and princess met secretly in the lotus pond under the moonlight. The atmosphere was so harmonious, and the prince even gently touched the princess's head... Wang Guangcheng stretched out his right hand, which was still able to move, and grabbed a handful of air...

He is the son of your enemy, and he killed your entire family...

The corner of Wang Guangcheng's broken mouth trembled constantly, and tears of blood flowed from one eye.

Through tearful eyes, he saw his parents' spirit tablets. The incense offerings before the dark tablets had burned out, the ashes scattered everywhere, staining the altar. Countless paper money drifted in the wind, and the scene of his parents' burial surfaced before him. The villagers who had attended the funeral had departed, the sound of gongs and drums faded, the wind blew away the dead branches and fallen leaves, and he was left alone on the desolate hilltop...

In the past, he was just an ordinary citizen! He would kneel at his parents' graves and cry cowardly after their tragic death!

It was that boy with eyes full of hatred who ignited the hatred in his heart! But now! The boy has forgotten the hatred!

Resentment filled his heart, and Wang Guangcheng's eyes were bloodshot...