Inside the castle.
Zatvanliu stands alone on the balcony, the ashes of his cigarette scattered in his hands, dissipating into dust in the breeze.
In the distance, endless leaves were falling.
Looking at the sorrowful scene, his heart was filled with sadness.
“How wonderful it would be if you were still here!”
Zatvanliu murmured, his eyes glowing with a slight red tinge.
Behind him the butler brought a sable coat.
“My lord, take care of yourself in the cold!”
Zatvanliu waved his hand, “No matter, I’ll be alone!”
After a long time, he returned to his room and glanced at the ink painting on the wall, his face filled with a torn expression.
More than twenty years had come and gone, and that beautiful face had been completely blurred, leaving behind only the fragmented memories.
If Zat Baikha had not taken that picture, Zat Wanliu might never have thought of her again in his life.
Yet fate was so fickle that he saw it and remembered it.
Zatvanliu stared at the painting and then hesitated before stepping forward.
He lifted the ink drawing and twisted the switch.
After a slight tremor in the wall door, a hidden door appeared silently.
Inside the small room, various objects were neatly arranged, but they had been left unattended for years, and the whole room was covered with a thick layer of dust.
On the opposite side of the door was a painting of a delicate woman with a handsome face that resembled Yin Xiao Anaconda.
Zat Wanliu’s body trembled at the sight of the woman on the scroll.
The past was like a dam bursting, memories surging wildly.
Back then, they were as young as flowers, and they knew each other as soon as they saw each other.
Young love is all about spring, and the first time the young Zatwanliu saw Fuchsatruyun, he was moved by it.
The first time the young Zat Wanliu saw him, he was attracted to him.
After a few secret dates, the two parties were engaged to each other.
As a young man, Zat Wanliu thought that this was the love of his life.
However, their status was very different, as one was the eldest son of the Zat family and the other was just a lowly courtesan.
In time, this sweet love was not concealed.
How could the eldest son of the House of Zat look upon a maid of honour!
Even though Zatvanliu fought against it, how could the power of an individual stand up to the family.
After two months of confinement, when he went out again to see Fuchsatruyun, she was already pregnant and had been included as a concubine.
Remembering the weight of the past, Zatvanliu’s eyes grew moist.
Reaching out and stroking a handful of scrolls, he was filled with regret and guilt.
“Blame me for not being able to guard you! Blame me for being too weak, if I had resisted to the death, perhaps you would have been my wife.”
The words fell to the ground and tears fell quietly from the corners of his eyes.
The image of Fuchsia Cuiyun’s tragic death came back to his mind.
“I am too old to have a chance, but our children have an infinite future ahead of them.
Those who plotted against you will not end up well, one by one.”
“The future king of the Wanxiang Kingdom can only be our child!”
Within the quiet dark room, Zat Wanliu’s deep whisper was like the roar of a ferocious beast.
An atmosphere of hatred filled the room.
What no one knew was how much Zatvanliu had to endure in that battle to save the woman he loved.
How much Zat Manliu had to endure to save the woman he loved.
The blow that he delivered to his death for Fusha Chuiyun not only hurt his five organs, but also destroyed his whole body.
The continuation of the Zat family line was completely cut off in his area.
Only the Border Minister’s wife knew about it, and the couple never had intercourse after that.
This was the death of Zatmanliu for life!