Nobody knew how many tears he had shed, how many sleepless nights he had experienced, alone in his pitch black world, in the silent and still nights.
This kind of matter was already not of importance anymore.
In the Imperial Palace, Wen Mu Yan had already ceased to exist.
Now, in the Imperial Palace existed only a blind concubine. The Blind Concubine wouldn’t shed his tears. Also wouldn’t cry. He no longer had any sense nor responded. Only those blank eyes. Miserably ashen pupils. Face without any expression. Without saying a word.
He was no longer the child at that time who was carrying the carved jade, fair with jet black eyes.
The one who blinded his pair of eyes, was not other people, it was the Emperor himself.
The Emperor’s face became ghastly pale, slowly, he moved his back backward to lean on the chair.
When Rui Ze just met the Blind Concubine, he firmly believed that he must have a very nice name.
“Because the Blind Concubine is a very gentle person. For a very gentle and kind-hearted person, certainly he will have a matching name as beautiful as a jade.”
Wen Mu Yan.
Wen Mu Yan.
Mu Yan.
The Emperor continuously repeating this name in silent.
Indeed, a very beautiful name, as beautiful as a jade name