Chapter 4098 Your Highness Returns (4)

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——If one day your husband is not around, I hope you can distinguish between good and evil, distinguish between black and white, take care of yourself, and enjoy your life to the fullest.

Ranbai stared at the handwriting on the letter, as if asking him, but also as if speaking to herself.

"So I don't distinguish between good and evil, and my crimes are heinous, so you don't want me?"

Thousands of years later, everything was burned, and there was nothing left. The only surviving, unknown, and left to her were the few old letters hidden under the peach blossom tree.

Ranbai looked at it for a long time, extremely calm, his voice drifted away with the cold wind, everything disappeared without a trace.

"I've learned everything my husband taught me, even better than you."

"Now I understand the general situation, understand the truth, and understand the trade-offs, so..."

The last sentence was Shen on the blood moon night that was rarely seen in Yeze in 600 million years, and Shen on the first day after the return of His Royal Highness, no one heard it.

That is a few words.

He taught her well, and then he died.

She's back to her original self, more extreme.

The night was drowsy, and it was impossible to wake up the sleeping person. Ranbai lowered his head, his fingers lightly folded the letter, and his fingertips stroked the cold and correct font, just like the daylight came in from the paper window in that year, warm, and the white clothes were like ripples. In front of the table, he leaned over to hold her hand.

She patiently put away the letters one by one along the creases. The paper made a slight noise as it came from where it came from and where it went. Finally she straightened up, patted the dirt on her hands casually, and turned to leave.

He was walking the same way he had come, and when he passed Lyger's palace, he was shouting, what are you shouting for?

"What about her?! Get that bastard out! Get out and meet me!"

The extremely angry roar resounded clearly in Ranbai's ears through the deep night, and it was so clearly heard that it covered the howling of the night wind and the ignorant insects.

As the king of the blood clan, Laige is proud, conceited, and in control. He has never looked on coldly, and has never lost his composure.

Ranbai stopped and glanced at the ancient century palace standing in the middle of the night.

"Your Highness." The blood guard bowed his head respectfully.

"Back off."

She waved her hand, revealing a breezy and tired dignity, her side face had a transparent paleness in the night, like a mural that had been dusty for thousands of years, or more precisely - a devil who broke free from imprisonment and crawled out of hell.

The door of the palace opened from the outside.

Frosty moonlight shines into the dimness.

Legge stood there, his eyes froze suddenly when the door was pushed open and he saw Dyeing Bai.

He has a pair of blood pupils that are exactly the same as those of Ranbai, and the blood in them is as thick as a ghost.

That kind of gaze burned with a temperatureless flame, which had swept through for several years, leaving no grass and no one living in it.

People in the world love to tell jokes and listen to stories. Ranbai happens to have a lot of things at his fingertips, so he treats it as a joke, and sometimes says it with laughter, so casual and so plain.

Her biological father—

would hate her so much.

There was silence for a long time, deathly silence.

"You, why, are you still alive?"

The hoarse voice was as heavy as a thousand catties, and he fell every word. He spoke very softly, and his tone was almost numb and confused. It sounded in the silence, and it was no longer the hysteria just now.

When Ranbai was around, Laige always ignored him. Later, when Ranbai died, he couldn't help thinking about it, and then she came back again, standing in front of him alive.

Is it a wronged soul or a bad fate?

Just looking at each other like this, exhausting all the resentment in the heart.

Ranbai closed the door, and the ray of moonlight also shut out with the movement, dissipating without a trace, leaving only a gloomy and dim.

She smiled slightly: "Unfortunately, this life of this palace was paid for through untold hardships, and I am reluctant to die."

"You shouldn't be alive." Laige sat down on the chair, lost all his strength, his eyes were empty, and slowly fell on the white-stained face.

He thought she would hate him, that she would be complacent, arrogant, and no matter how bad she was, she would vent her hatred.

But no, nothing.

He tried to find traces of past familiarity from Ranbai. She didn't look like Liao Shi at all, but she was more like him. She had been paranoid and suspicious all her life.

Maybe it was a bit similar when I was a child, what was Ranbai like when I was a child?

He forgot.

How can you remember something you haven't seen?

"This hall is tired of hearing this sentence." Ran Bai didn't care, and his tone was loose. Many people told her that she shouldn't live, and she felt the same way after hearing it for a long time, but then someone told her that she should live, not only to live, but also to live in a clean and dignified manner.

As he said, she tried her best to survive.

There was another awkward silence. In fact, counting with fingers, although they are father and daughter in this life, they are just called father and daughter. They haven't met a few times, and haven't said a few words.

Now that we are face to face, we can't even say anything.

"She's dead." Laige suddenly said a sentence without beginning or end. It was a very abrupt, nonsensical, and sudden sentence, which made people have no time to taste the emotions contained in the words.

It was February ice, smashing head-on.

Raig raised his head, fixedly looked at Ranbai, and repeated again: "She is dead."

He seemed to want to see some emotion from the white-stained face, but unfortunately he was doomed to be disappointed, that expressionless face made even Raig feel unfamiliar.

Legge continued to narrate, using a very eerie and steady tone, which was chilling: "Liao Shi, Liao Rusi, your mother died in the second year after you left the blood clan, you should not know about it."

"Let me guess what you were doing at that time? Are you mourning for your poor past? Or are you complacent about being alive? Do you think of your mother, no. You want her to die, and you want everyone to die."

Leger asked and answered, talking to himself.

"What does it have to do with the main hall?"

The white eyebrows and eyes are calm, arrogant, and indifferent, as if painted with a layer of glaze that is difficult to distinguish, and the color smudges into a strange color, unpredictable and indistinguishable.

At a certain moment, Laige's voice suddenly rose, towards the moment when the strings of the piano were broken and shattered in anger. Since then, there was no concern in the world: "Do you really want to laugh? Want to laugh up to the sky? She is finally dead! She was killed by you alone!"

"You killed your own mother with your own hands! Laugh! Laugh!"

"You laugh!!"

Ranbai looked at him expressionlessly. She had never seen Laige like this before. It turns out that the death of one person can really drive another person crazy, such as Liao Rusi to Laige, or...

She smiled suddenly: "You look hysterical now, it's really boring."

Laige suddenly became quiet, as if piercingly cold water had been splashed on his face to wake him up. He was stunned for two seconds, stretched out his hand and slowly touched his face, and fell into some kind of memory strangely. After a long time, he said: "You don't care? Well, let me change something... When you knelt on Siwu's ashes and begged for his ashes, I thought it was so funny!"

A boulder was thrown into the deep sea and gradually twisted in the silent space.

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