In the study of the Yu Chun Palace, the atmosphere fell into a deathly silence for a moment.
The crown prince in white stood behind the desk, his back straight, like a silent and cold sword.
The Great Witch continued to speak, “Originally, this minister didn’t plan to tell you about this.”
Yesterday, the King of Beining made another trip to the Great Witch Shrine, just to threaten the Great Witch again, telling him to keep his mouth shut and not to let this matter out.
However, just the night before, the Great Witch observed the stars and found that the original king star was not only dim, but also covered with a faint aura of death.
When Yu Beizhou came, the Great Witch had reminded him that this trip to defend the country was more dangerous than auspicious. But this person completely ignored it, doing as he pleased, which greatly angered the Great Witch.
Not to mention before the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony, the Great Witch was definitely old enough to be considered a grandfather. After the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony, he had lost a lot of his lifespan.
But even though the Great Witch had seen more than Yu Beizhou, he had never seen someone so eager to rush to their death.
Only those who practice witchcraft know what kind of monstrous fate was previously surrounding him. As the Great Witch said before, even if the spiritual energy declined, as long as the Son of the Heavenly Way wanted, the Heavenly Way could open a path to cultivate immortality for him alone, and then he would truly live as long as the heavens. But he was good, not only did he hand over his fate, but he also gave his name, identity, and even his life. It’s just a matter of your feelings and my wish, but when it comes to death, it’s still a bit unbearable.
A long, long time ago, when he became the Great Witch, he had very little emotional fluctuation.
Now looking at it, he could only sigh at the tragic fate.
“It’s just that the King of Beining is going to the Wei Country, and I’m afraid there is a destined death tribulation. If he can’t avoid it, I’m afraid…”
“What does that have to do with me?”
Yu Beizhou knew best why Zong Luo was in pain. It was for the truth revealed that night.
Indeed, as the party who hates, Yu Beizhou did nothing wrong in revealing the truth.
The mistake lies in fate, the mistake lies in the Yu family exchanging their identities.
Zong Luo didn’t blame him. Although Yu Beizhou kept saying he hated, he really didn’t hurt himself.
He only blamed Yu Beizhou for using all means to keep him here. He blamed his mouth for always speaking words that were not human, but rather hated the knife that hurt both of them, leaving him exhausted and heartbroken.
The Great Witch seemed to have not expected Zong Luo to say this, and said helplessly, “His deception, perhaps, is still not wanting you to feel guilty. If you knew about the replacement of the wooden plaque, you would not have this reaction.”
If Zong Luo had known all along that all of this was a self-directed performance by Yu Beizhou, even if he died in the main hall, causing the emperor’s anger, and failing this earnest expectation, he would fight to the death to clarify the truth to Emperor Yuan.
“Originally, even if he had a handle in his hand, this minister didn’t plan to participate in this matter.”
The Great Witch sighed. “It’s just that when the King of Beining found me, he said to me, if this isn’t done, you would definitely seek death.”
The Great Witch would always remember that night.
At that time, the Third Prince was still on the way back from Hanmen Pass. The King of Beining returned to the Imperial City one step ahead, and the first thing he did was not to return to the palace to report, but to run to the Great Witch Temple to threaten him.
Previously helping to repair the time reversal formation, after all, it was also related to the number of lives in the world. Since going back in time, the past wouldn’t be remembered. Even if Yu Beizhou didn’t say it, the Great Witch was willing to take action.
However, changing the wooden plaque of the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony, this matter involved the foundation of the country’s fortune, and it was not a child’s play.
Even knowing that the person in front of him was the former Son of the Heavenly Way who he couldn’t afford to provoke, and held a handle in his hand, the Great Witch didn’t plan to take action, but only said coldly, “This minister is the Great Witch and should avoid the world. For this matter, His Royal Highness should find someone else.”
The King of Beining was silent for a long time before finally raising his head.
At the foot of the snow mountain of Hanmen Pass, facing Zong Luo, the other party’s sorrow was greater than a broken heart like dead water, not as careless as Yu Beizhou showed, leaving no ripples in the heart.
On the contrary, his eyes were red, and his dark pupils were full of bloodshot eyes.
Obviously, being able to come back before the Third Prince was the result of rushing day and night.
“If not doing this, he will die.”
Yu Beizhou said in a low voice, “The death decree of the previous life is true. He has no way to explain why he knows all this in front of Emperor Yuan. After the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony, he will die.”
His voice was hoarse, like dry sandpaper rubbing, full of pain and confusion. “I don’t know what’s going on with this feeling, I just don’t want him to die.”
The white-clothed crown prince who was staring at the wooden plaque lowered his eyes and stopped.
He looked at the wooden plaque in his hand for a long time, and then squeezed out a cold laugh from his throat, “Since Yu Beizhou can do such a thing, let him deceive to the end. Whether it is life or death, what does it have to do with me, Zong Luo?”
“If he knows that I will feel guilty, why does he have to force these things that don’t belong to me. He knows that I will feel guilty, why does he have to weave such a lie, deceiving me that our blood is blended, making me unable to argue, so I won’t feel guilty?”
Zong Luo was not that kind of person.
Even if Yu Beizhou deceived him that their blood was blended and there was no room for argument, Zong Luo never considered himself as the rightful crown prince of the Great Yuan in his heart for a day.
What didn’t belong to him would never belong to him.
Even if Yu Beizhou exchanged all his blood for him, Zong Luo could not overcome this hurdle in his heart.
It didn’t even have anything to do with the exchange of identities. It’s just that this matter was like a stick, waking him up completely.
