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He was finally liberated…

He had waited for so long.

Ever since those bloodshot eyes had been tormenting him day and night, pervading even the darkest of his nights, he had begun to wait. As he had been waiting, he had begun to draw, feeling her presence every second. He felt that she was watching as he drew, he knew he shouldn't have drawn, but he could not help it. He couldn't help but to draw under the surveillance of these pairs of eyes but then came the time where he couldn't draw any longer. Then, his works were finally seen by the passing Emperor, and then he knew… Everything was ending… Really, the ending was beginning.

And then, it ended.

Everyone, regardless if they were kind of evil, suffered. Everyone, regardless, waited for the same thing—the inevitable taste of death.

Old Lu laughed, staring into the eyes that were gradually regaining their calmness and the hand that was steady from the beginning to the end… This little girl that was locked up in a cupboard until she was five finally grew up, huh? She was now strong enough to dig out his heart bare-handed. That year, he had touched her body. Today, she had single-handedly dug out his heart. Fair, fair.

He looked at this cold, cruel world without reluctance for the very last time and then, prepared to collapse.

His gaze suddenly stopped.

In front of him, the man in white… an unfamiliar yet familiar face. That unique body shape. Despite his clothes being dyed in white, his aura was not the least tainted…

Him!

Old Lu suddenly began to tremble. From the corner of his eye, he noticed the third piece of his art, one that he had spent many years drawing to the point that every action, every expression, every person there was engraved into his memory. He saw the young man in the painting standing beside the Empress, walking over slowly, towards this man in white, and then they fused together.

He saw him standing in front of the bed, he saw him open the cupboard, he saw him whisper, ”Before you become powerful, forget all your hatred.”

Him… It's him…

Old Lu pointed his trembling fingers at Zong Yue.

Quivering, he choked as he tried to speak.

Blood flowed out with every word he said.

”… He… He is your… Your…”

Meng Fuyao suddenly pulled her hand away.

She pulled out her hand from Old Lu's chest.

That corpse with countless of secrets hidden in it collapsed on the floor.

The blood flowed gracefully along the crevices of the floor and quietly, vanished into the ground.

For dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return. [Bible, Genesis 3:19]

For a eunuch, who had spent his entire life in the palace, he had played the role of a monster that had locked her up in the darkness. But perhaps he was no evil. He had just been warped by the cruel fate that had led him to the road of a degenerate, and eventually, drawing the curtains of darkness onto the five years of a child's life. Then, he had used the rest of his life to accept the punishment until the sentence was passed.

His trial was over. Regardless of heaven or hell, he no longer had to draw.

But what about the trial of others?

”Old Lu—” a miserable cry resounded as an old lady under the surveillance of Tie Cheng rushed out. Tie Cheng was worried about Meng Fuyao and abandoned his mission. And so, she managed to escape, witnessing the death of Old Lu.

She pounced forward, sobbing over Old Lu's corpse, mumbling of the great deeds and kindness he had when he was alive and cursed a painful death for the one who murdered him. Angered by her words, Tie Cheng stepped forward and slapped her.

Meng Fuyao remained there, without even wiping off the blood on her hands. She only stared coldly at the woman, and then, the corpse. Even this old guy without his manhood had someone to truly love him. What about her mother, the beautiful Xu Wan? Had she even lived a good day in her life? And that man who had personally caused her tragic end was sitting at the top of the throne, protecting the evil woman as he had wiped her existence away in his memory.

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Meng Fuyao stood there, without any expression. Zong Yue took a step closer, she took a step backward. This step made Zong Yue freeze in his step.

Zhangsun Wuji watched her quietly, wanting to pull her over. She moved away, avoiding his hand. Zhangsun Wuji did not keep his hand but instead, stayed there, as if wanting to grab a breeze to calm the roaring pain in his heart.

Meng Fuyao only stood there quietly and coldly.