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However, he was so shocked by the verdict that he stumbled back. He held the tree to support himself, and for a long while, he could not speak.

At that moment, he gazed at Feng Jingfan, who looked like she was in a daze. He saw the cold and malicious expression on the small girl's face, and it was an expression similar to that of Xuanji's Empress. This child had killed another child—she was so evil at such a young age. Furthermore, she had even tried to deceive him. What use was there to allow her to live?

He extended his hand, but he was blocked by Epsilon.

Epsilon had always been the protector of the mother and daughter. Having stayed in the Xuanji Palace for a long while, he had not stepped out of Xuanji in years. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click visiting.

Because of Epsilon's presence, the young him was not able to kill who he wanted to get rid of, and he could not further investigate the truth of what had happened that night in the palace. This man, who was powerful yet loyal to the malicious woman, was a protective wall that could not be shifted. Neither he nor Feng Xuan could cross that wall at that time.

As such, he left quietly. Even if his martial arts was not as powerful, he had other methods as well. At the very least, he could not want that fake Lotus.

After that, he had used all means to break the engagement. As for the secret request that the Xuanji royal family had raised, he had been nonchalant about it. No matter what, Feng Jingfan would never ever become his wife.

However, for that tiny girl, his instincts had told him that she was still alive.

He would not believe that she had died. The unique and bright girl, whose personality still shone even after five dark years of suffering, definitely had her role to play in the universe. She should not be silently subdued by fate and die at such a young age.

That moment, he had made up his mind to find her, and then allow her to decide on whether she wanted to take revenge personally. If he could not find her in his lifetime, he would help her get rid of her foes before they died.

Later on, he had not been very diligent with political affairs. When he had time, he would tour around the city in plain clothes, hoping that he would have the chance to meet that girl etched in his memory.

Then, on that fateful night at Mystic Essence Mountain in Taiyuan, he had been practicing his sword skills under the moonlight. When he had turned back, he had coincidentally seen the woman who had been pushed down the cliff slowly rising up.

He had seen the expression on that woman's face. It had been sharp and cold, and she had seemed as though she had lived through many changes, which was a sight uncommon amongst her age group.

That expression had been solemn and out-of-place on her young face - she resembled the five-year-old child from years ago, who expressed the sorrowful feelings of a 20-year-old.

At that moment, his heart had slightly wrenched as he had recalled the overlapping expressions that had been buried deep in his memory.

As such, he had made an exception to get close to her; ever since he had met Feng Jingfan, he had not been very willing to be near to women.

However, he had neared her, understood her, and fallen in love with her.

She had changed too much in these few years. It included her appearance, figure, and energy, and even the structure of her bones was completely different from before. However, the gleam in her eyes had not changed. She still bravely persevered even after suffering from torture, remained resilient even under bad circumstances, and was still slightly awkward and embarrassed after being teased.

But from then on, he had understood the feeling of being in a dilemma.

He was both happy and worried about her losing the part of her memory that happened before she was five. It was much better for her to just forget such a depressing past, the pain that she had suffered and the act of him not keeping her promise. At least, she would remain well-protected. However, he was worried that there would be a deadline for her memory being locked. If she were to recall it one day, how would she face it? And how would he face her?

There had been countless times that he had told himself not to tell her. It was because he had always felt that her happiness was much more important than taking revenge. However, was that really what he thought? Or was he more afraid of her further distancing herself from him when the truth was revealed, because he had not saved her from such a depressing and deadly suffering, and therefore resulting in a huge gap between him and her?

He was Zhangsun Wuji, a man who was known to have superior wisdom, would calculate each step he took, and create revolutionary change. Everyone in the universe said he would never commit mistakes, and he was the Wuji Crown Prince who was forever careful and detailed. Yet, only he knew that he had missed a chance in his whole life.

And that one time was a sin that could never be compensated.

When he had seen Old Lu drawing the scene of the second drawing, he had suddenly felt cold.

He had fallen into the coldest ice cellar of the first floor.

He knew that the small Nameless Feng had lied to him. But he did not know that what she had been through was such a humiliating torture.

In that drawing, the cupboard had been present behind the curtain. He knew, including what the eunuch had done… a royal like him fully understood.

He understood what she had been through back in those days.

For five years… it was almost about 1,800 days, and she had to live in such a manner. She had not only been hungry but also freezing during the winter and burning in summer. There had been dark days that daylight couldn't be seen, the suffering she had been subjected to every day, and there was also the mental torture which superseded all pain.

Yet him, at that moment, had abandoned her after giving her hope. He had left her to be tortured by Old Lu once again, and face the cruelest ending in this universe.

He had left her crying and screaming for help in the darkness. She had personally witnessed her mother's tragic death, but no one had answered her calls for help.

How could he face her?

He had made a grave mistake.