That deep voice of the lady said again: “If so, just blind his eyes then cast him away to the Cold Palace, assign someone to strictly watch him. His Majesty is already at the point of death, he could only barely live for several days. Deal with this matter carefully. After the new Emperor ascends the throne, even if someone found out about this matter, they would be unable to do anything anymore!”
That cold voice of a youth which he heard first also said: “What are you waiting for?! Act quickly!!”
After saying that, he didn’t stay for any longer, waving his sleeve, he walked out of the room.
Wen Mu Yan’s hair was grabbed tightly to make him immobile. They forced him to face upwards. The limpid as autumn waters eyes were filled with tears. His mouth repeatedly cried out with his sorrowful cries.
That woman’s voice was coldly laughing, her bright red nails were passing through the youth’s cheek. Leaving traces of deathly pale marks on that cheek, “It is too bad for these pair of beautiful eyes.”
Wen Mu Yan was tightly held. He could only look on helplessly at the coming to damage his eyes pliers with the bright red charcoal from the distance getting closer and closer. He continued to plead, his voice was both miserable and sorrowful, his whole heart was filled with despair. The severe pain that was raided on his eyes, his entire self was as if was being roasted and rolled in a burning frying pan. With each and every one of his pores, he screamed out in a horrible shriek of pain. His whole face was covered in the charcoal’s ash. The bloodshot crimson red eyes were covered by the ash to the point of being black. The flesh and blood of his pupil were turned over. The pain felt like it was tearing into his heart and lungs. The pair of sharp and beautiful eyes, from then on were blinded by the burning charcoal.
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Jue Yu faced the swaying in the wind with unpredictable movement of the tongue of the flame on the table. His voice felt as if it came from a very distance place: “After that, Wen Mu Yan was thrown into the Cold Palace, to let him live and perish by himself. Also, the one who is taking care of him, Xiao Bao, is none other than one of the Empress Dowager’s people who was assigned to watch Wen Mu Yan under the Empress Dowager’s order.”
Time was really capable of burying everything. Devouring everything. Concealing every existence and making it fade away. the former Emperor demised, the new Emperor succeeded the throne, the raising war on the borderline seven years ago, who else could remember on that very day, in that icy cold palace, there was a youth that suffered this kind of dreadful thing.