C567 The Family Was Very Small but Xu Was the Only One

They stood in the noisy crowd and gave the newlyweds a hundred years of good wishes, and were pulled by the enthusiastic groom to write a pair of red couplets, giving their future children a name full of hope.

The bride's face was as beautiful as the clouds in the horizon. When she and the groom thanked Jian Xiuheng hand in hand, the brilliance in her eyes was even more dazzling than the luminous pearls.

She said to him, "Big Brother Xiu Heng is a good person. A good person is protected by the heavens. You can definitely find your own family."

The villagers were self-sufficient. There was no teacher. Everyone had never read before. Jian Xiuheng was the first scholar they had seen in so many years.

Ignorance did not mean that they did not crave knowledge. They craved the outside world, but they cherished the lives of themselves and their families more. The chaotic world was uncertain, and going out now was courting death.

They were illiterate and did not even know what his "Xiu Heng" word was. But calling him Xiu Heng was even more touching than any words he had heard before.

He lied to them that he had been robbed by bandits and his family had been separated. He had also been seriously injured, so he could only stay in the village to recuperate. When he could leave, he would leave the village to find his family.

No one doubted him. Everyone felt that they were extremely pitiful. They even thought that he was a good person, like the bride. He was a good person who would teach them how to read and name their children.

But how could Jian Xiuheng be a good person? The number of people who died in his hands was innumerable. The corpses of those who died because of him could be piled up into mountains, and he killed people like flies. He was the tyrant of the Dayong Dynasty. He was the one who made it so that they could not leave the war in the village.

But even so, he still smiled and congratulated them on their wedding. He wished them a happy and harmonious marriage for a hundred years.

He did not want to be like the Empress of the Dayong Dynasty, who looked like a god but had different thoughts.

In fact, Jian Xiuheng had always been curious about what the Empress meant by the words she said to him before she died.

The Empress's throat had been slit by the assassin's knife. When she breathed, it sounded like a broken bellows. She covered her windpipe with both hands and could not even let her say a complete sentence.

However, her bloodshot eyes were staring at Jian Xiuheng, and her lips were mumbling, repeatedly saying only three words: Sorry.

Jian Xiuheng thought about it for a long time and did not understand until that night, he drank too much of the wedding wine on a whim. He was so drunk that he threw up and dirtied his clothes. In between the hazy clouds, he wiped his body and changed his clothes.

In the hazy haze, a thunder exploded beside his ear.

Xu knelt beside his bed. The suppressed crying was like a lost baby beast. He cried while using his clumsy left hand to wrap his messy clothes.

He should have been drunk, but he clearly heard Xu's muffled roar. "You are not the emperor, you should not be the emperor. You are the princess, the princess of the Dayong Dynasty."

His body was drunk like mud, but his thoughts were clear as if they had just been washed by spring water. He knew why the Empress said sorry to him, and why the Emperor did not like him. He knew why no one had served him since he was young.

He just didn't know what he was now, was a person? Was he a monster?

He should be a monster. He looked like a man, but in reality, he was a woman.

He looked at Xu, who was kneeling in front of him and crying like a child, and asked, "Are you going to leave me?"

Xu cried and used his left hand to pull him back. His hand was placed on his forehead, and just like the first time they had met, he held his index finger, bit it, and drank his blood.

"Xu will always be your only Xu. No one can separate me from you."

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He looked at the broken roof and thought of the bride's words.

You can definitely find your own family.

His home was very small, with only two people. One was him, and the other was Xu.