Chapter 282

As the year draws to a close, the city of Bianzhou is covered in deep frost and is terribly cold.

It was still dark and quiet before dawn.

In a wing room in the backyard of the prefectural government.

Xie Wan Ning had her eyes closed, still asleep, but her brows were furrowed, as if she was in a nightmare.

She was indeed in a nightmare.

Ever since that time when she dreamed of Er Qing being beaten to death and vomiting blood in anger, she had only briefly dreamed of Lu Ziyan with her old clothes hanging on the head of his bed and his eyes looking empty and dead.

And now, after many years, the long-lost dream comes again.

This time, Xie Wan Ning had no entity and was light and floating.

Because she is already dead.

She witnessed her own death.

The picture is blurry and incoherent.

First, there was chaos in the Lu family's backyard.

She saw Lu Ziyan holding her body tightly, and because of the force, blood seeped through his clothes. Everyone realized that he was actually injured, and it seemed that the injury was serious.

The wound burst open, but he didn't care at all, his expression was so crazy that he lost his human form.

Even the ladies of the Lu family were not allowed to get close to him.

For two whole days and nights, he sat on the bed, holding the person in his arms, muttering to himself, until his old injury relapsed and he fainted, but he did not relax the strength in his hands.

The scene flashed, and thousands of soldiers and horses broke into the imperial city.

The general who had lost his biggest weakness no longer had any scruples. He was like an evil ghost, and the imperial city was a bloody mess.

Kill his brother, kill his father, and ascend the throne.

Even his identity as the legitimate prince was never made public.

In the eyes of the people of the world, he is a complete traitor.

But none of this mattered to him.

What matters is when the girl in the ice coffin will wake up.

He fell into madness and refused to accept the fact that she was gone. He even wanted to kill someone when he heard the word "death".

Countless extraordinary people entered the palace.

Countless extraordinary people died.

Day after day, winter goes and spring comes.

The effect of the ice coffin became less and less, and the stench of the corpse became more and more obvious as summer approached. It was rumored that the emperor had gone mad.

The Xie family members knelt together at the palace gate, begging to let their beloved daughter be buried in peace.

In this dream, Xie Wan Ning could not leave Lu Ziyan's side, so this was the first time she saw her parents and brother after the accident.

Seeing her old and haggard father and mother, she felt guilty and distressed.

Logically, she should blame Lu Ziyan.

Everything is his fault.

But when I look back at that man who was only in his twenties, but had tortured himself to the point of being in a miserable state, with gray hair and living like a walking corpse, I can't even feel any resentment towards him.

Only powerlessness.

Only powerlessness remains.

It turned out that everything he said was true.

He punished everyone who had hurt her, including himself.

On the second day after the Xie family members knelt at the palace gate and could not get up, Lu Ziyan gave in.

Xie Wan Ning also breathed a sigh of relief.

She could only follow Lu Ziyan, and Lu Ziyan had to guard her body every day.

It's really scary to see your body covered with corpse spots.

She thought that now that her body was buried in the imperial mausoleum, this person should be able to become more normal.

But no.

The screen flashed again.

The yellow sand was flying, and the sky was still blood-red.

This time, the gongs and drums were noisy.

The sound of horse hooves, the clash of swords, and the roars of soldiers, one louder than the other, resounded through the sky.

Broken walls and bones can be seen everywhere.

This is...the northern border battlefield.

The Khan's soldiers are massacring the city.

The sword was chopped down again and again, and as the slaughtered Jin people continued to curse, blood splattered in the air, and was swept into the air by the strong wind, and slowly fell down.

It was as if it was raining blood.