In the underwater cave.
Facing Song Hengjiang's anger, Zhuang Gaoxian remained silent for a long time.
After a long time, he said: "She has become a demon, hasn't she? As a water tribe, she has passed away. What you are raising here now is not her, but a demon."
At this moment, Song Hengjiang felt a huge stone fall in his heart.
No matter how ruthless Gao Xian is, no matter how emperor-minded, Wanxi is his biological grandmother after all, and the blood and family ties cannot be cut off. he thinks.
"The monarch does not need to recognize her, and neither does the court."
Qingjiang Shuijun, who is already very old and has heavy wrinkles and a stooped figure, said: "She is just my sister, Song Hengjiang."
"She has been raised here for two hundred and eighteen years. She has never hurt anyone or killed anyone. I use the evil spirit of the Yin Demon to support her. When I leave, I will take her with me."
He looked at Zhuang Gaoxian: "Your Majesty should also be able to see that that day won't be long."
Zhuang Gaoxian didn't speak for a while.
Du Ruhui sighed softly and then said, "Why is Shuijun so troubled?"
Song Hengjiang shook his head: "Wanxi was too kind and clean to understand the dangers of the world. As soon as she left my sight and entered Prince Zhuang's palace, she was bullied and died. I thought Zhuang Chengqian could protect her, but No. I have to protect her on the road to hell."
Zhuang Gaoxian remained silent for the time being, leaving Du Ruhui to be the villain. "But it is a risky thing after all. Once it is known, in Shuifu Mansion, in Zhuang Country..."
"How could anyone know? I have kept it secret for two hundred and eighteen years, safe and sound!" Song Hengjiang interrupted him abruptly, but his voice quickly slowed down, shrouded in sadness: "It won't take long... "
Zhuang Gaoxian looked at Song Wanxi in Liuli Pavilion carefully this time, and seemed to be moved by the emotion that came from blood.
The edges on his face softened.
"The woman you mentioned who killed her...Gu Yi? How did she die in the end?"
He even used honorifics again.
No amount of respect can be exaggerated. After all, Song Hengjiang was on the same level as him in terms of legal status, older than him, and now he was his uncle and grandfather by blood.
"Killed by your grandfather's hands." Song Hengjiang said.
Zhuang Gaoxian nodded: "In this case...she should be able to rest in peace."
Between Gu Yi and Song Wanxi, Zhuang Chengqian chose Song Wanxi without hesitation and personally avenged Song Wanxi. In the end, Song Wanxi's heir inherited the throne.
In Zhuang Gaoxian's opinion, his grandmother, who only existed in portraits in the past, should be able to rest in peace.
Song Hengjiang frowned, obviously disagreeing. His sister's death was a lifelong pain that could not be undone no matter how much he did. No matter what you pay, it will never be enough to make up for it.
But he didn't object.
At this moment... keeping this glazed coffin is his biggest plea.
And only Song Hengjiang, who knew Zhuang Gaoxian best, could read the murderous intention from Zhuang Gaoxian's ordinary words!
He believed that his grandmother could rest in peace, so everything Song Hengjiang did later would not be so meaningful.
Zhuang Gaoxian wants to kill Song Hengjiang here, destroy the possessed Song Wanxi, and even kill all the water tribes who know about this underwater demon cave!
"Your Majesty." Du Ruhui took a step forward and stood between Zhuang Gaoxian and Song Hengjiang without leaving a trace: "The ancient devil's cave has already exhausted its magic energy and is no longer known to the world. No one will care about it in a hundred years. Yongchang is newly settled, The four realms are not stable, and the country relies on the Holy Lord. You have been away from the palace for a long time, and it is time to go back."
Zhuang Gaoxian looked at him quietly and understood his teacher's advice.
Finally, he just said to Song Hengjiang: "I've been bothered a lot, so it's time to go back to Xin'an. Shuijun, please take care of yourself."
Song Hengjiang didn't know that he had already passed through the gate of hell. He also had illusions about Zhuang Gaoxian because of Song Wanxi.
When people are in a desperate situation, they inevitably have illusions. Even a once powerful man like Song Hengjiang was no exception.
Zhuang Gaoxian chose to let go of the Underwater Devil's Cave. Song Hengjiang gently let go of his worries and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, don't worry, no fourth person will know about this place."
"I can trust Shuijun's promise." Zhuang Gaoxian nodded and left with his hands behind his back.
Du Ruhui said nothing, only saluted Song Hengjiang, and then turned around with Zhuang Gaoxian.
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The huge Qingjiang River accommodates countless joys and sorrows.
The Underwater Demon Cave is not known to most of the aquatic people, but at a certain moment it decided the fate of Qingjiang Water Mansion.
Therefore, the eldest princess's boudoir is naturally decorated in a luxurious and elegant way.
But Jiang Wang naturally had no intention of watching.
"When will you go back to the Devil's Cave?" he asked Jiang Yan in Tongtian Palace.
"Wait." Jiang Yan only said this word.
Probably judging the situation in the underwater cave requires a lot of his mind.
Why could Jiang Yan sense the approach of the powerful God in advance?
Although he was relying on Jiang Yan's ability to escape at this time, Jiang Wang still needed to think about this issue. It is no exaggeration to say that this is a matter of life and death!
"I'm worried there won't be much time to wait..." Jiang Wang deliberately showed worry.
"A woman's kindness." Jiang Yan snorted coldly, still dissatisfied with Jiang Wang letting Xiao Shuang go: "You didn't kill her if I asked you to. Do you regret it now?"
The slowly rotating galaxy vortex in the Tongtian Palace is faintly dyed darkly.
Perhaps eternal darkness is the way back to the universe.
Jiang Wang was silent for a while: "I don't want to kill indiscriminately. If I am really unfortunate because of this, it is my choice. I have no regrets. Whatever I choose, I will bear."
The river of stars continues to surge, like the long river of time, eternal and firm. Those dark colors were finally overturned.
"Then just wait. You will remember the taste of life and death." Jiang Yan said.
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…
Jiang Wang couldn't notice it, but Jiang Yan definitely didn't miss it.
Song Qingyue, who was dressed in a luxurious robe and looked handsome, walked slowly.
Walking past the beautifully carved white jade pillars, the precious rainbow-lit ever-lit lanterns, the standing guards, and the silent corridor.
His steps seemed heavy.
A burly general hurried over and stopped in front, with a nervous expression on his face: "Where do you want to go, young gentleman?"
Song Qingyue sighed: "Don't worry, I won't be impulsive. I just want to sit in my aunt's room."
He said sadly: "I miss her very much."
Xiaoshuang, who was tiptoeing by, suddenly pricked up her ears.
He turned around in a panic: "Young Master!"
Song Qingyue looked at her: "What's the matter?"
Her eyes were calm, but Xiaoshuang was so nervous that her heart almost stopped beating.
"Um... Mr. Shaojun. I have just tidied up the room of the late princess and lit the agarwood. I won't be able to go there for a while."
Agarwood is an excellent fragrance, but before the "fog settles", it can easily be disturbed and dispersed.
Song Qingyue didn't think much about it. Hearing the voice, he made up his mind, and then sighed: "That's fine."
He turned to look at the burly general: "You see, there is always no way to escape, right?"
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