C48

The crescent moon was like a hook. The pitch-black night sky was dotted with a few wisps of light fog. The swaying Gardenia Gardenia flower was emitting a chilly fragrance. Third Prince sat on the bed, quietly watching his sleeping face.

"Third Prince, we have such a good relationship, the person I like the most is Third Prince …"

A sentence that Third Prince casually said when he was in a hurry lingered in his heart, like the fragrance of the flowers in the night, lingering on for a long time.

Could he really lose his memory? He forgot the humiliation and torment he had given him; he only remembered that he was his savior. If that was the case, the words that Mu Xueshi said earlier and that sweet corner that he gave to him with sincere eyes not long ago had a reasonable explanation.

Should I be flattered? Should he be lucky? Because he didn't even want to give me a word.

Third Prince sneered. It was obviously impossible. He was not the kind of person to be easily induced. At the age of fifteen, when Third Prince led his troops to resist the attack of Lu Bei and met with an accident, Su Ruhan sacrificed half of his life to carry him on his back to fight his way out of the siege, cutting off his own arms in the wilderness to quench Third Prince's thirst. At that time, Third Prince merely smiled calmly and said nothing more.

He retracted his hand that was in the air, Third Prince hated himself for getting addicted to it. Mu Xueshi's body was covered in sinful blood. If he wanted to be easily forgiven, he could only drain his body of all the blood.

There were some things that needed to be resolved.

Third Prince had changed into a white robe before he left. He looked cool and handsome under the moonlight. He then used the best Silver Threaded Film he had ever worn on Mu Xueshi's face, similar to a mask. However, he couldn't find anything out of the ordinary about it. Moreover, if he wanted to be plucked from the silver silk membrane, he could only use the sacred water from the Ling Zi Lake to exchange for the pollen from the Ruo Zhi Hua in Third Prince's courtyard.

If Mu Xueshi ventured out of the courtyard and entered the eyes of an outsider, no one would be able to recognize him. This was because he had changed his face. This face was something that Third Prince had specifically bestowed upon him for this month alone.

Since Third Prince came to visit a few days ago, Imperial Consort Mu's illness had worsened day by day. Third Prince specially sent someone to Imperial Consort Mu to bring a cure for the cold medicine Imperial Consort Mu also daily, obediently quoted. This was because she could feel a pair of eyes staring at her from the dark corner all the time. Even if it was extremely poisonous, she could still force herself to drink it.

The oil lamp in Imperial Consort Mu's room was extinguished and the room was shrouded in darkness. Imperial Consort Mu's eyes swept across everything in the room. Those black shadows of varying shapes seemed to turn into sinister monsters in her eyes, constantly staring at her.

The talisman under his pillow was still there, but it was completely useless. The face that Xi Ri had poisoned for tens of years appeared in his dreams one day at a time. Imperial Consort Mu was startled, and her vision blurred as she saw a figure.

Was he hallucinating again? Imperial Consort Mu muttered to herself. Suddenly, she felt a face appear in front of her eyes. It was extremely pale, with two protruding eyeballs facing Imperial Consort Mu's eyes, emitting a hollow gaze. Imperial Consort Mu's mouth was wide open, and before she could even make a sound, she spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

Third Prince threw aside the servant girl in his hand who had lost her life in one slap. Then, he pointed at Imperial Consort Mu's shoulder and forced her to wake up.

Imperial Consort Mu opened her eyes a crack due to her incomparable fear. The dead man's face had already disappeared, but now there was another face. Although this person's face was extremely familiar, it was much more terrifying than the dead servant girl from before.

Imperial Consort Mu fell off the bed, threw herself at Third Prince's feet and cried loudly: "Since I've called you my son for so many years, please grant me death! True... So many years … I've had enough! "

"It's not up to mother to decide whether it's enough or not."

Third Prince's eyes were extremely deep under the pitch black night. Imperial Consort Mu couldn't see his expression clearly, but she could feel the chilliness from head to toe.

"However, I really don't want you to live until tomorrow morning."

Imperial Consort Mu's haggard face finally showed a trace of emotion when she heard these words. She had never thought that she would ever have a day like this where she longed for death so much. She had once been arrogant and stubborn. Not to mention kneeling and begging for death, even if she was asked to speak a soft word, she would have just flicked her sleeve and left. Now that she was under the control and ridicule of others, she might as well seek death.