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A youthful, tender body in his arms. Her contours and outline of her body were clearly seen as the wet clothes clinging to her porcelain skin, rubbing against his body. His body could not help but tense up. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click visiting.

”How… How…” She sobbed in his arms.

He lifted up her face. It resembled a rose, battered by the rain. So beautiful and yet, so fragile.

Who was the one that had broken this flower, causing her to cry in this downpour?

He gently patted her back and consoled her, ”Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. No one can bully you with me around.”

Her sobs immediately stopped.

That night, he hugged her as she confided in him her 'grievances' — the Xuanji Emperor had patrolled around South and had stayed in her family's mansion. He had his eyes on her sister born from a concubine and had decreed that he would marry her once he returned to the capital… His Majesty stayed in her house and didn't notice her yet fell in love with that lowly sister of hers! It was not a humiliation that this noble, naughty lady could stomach. And so, she killed her sister.

Now that His Majesty was here to bring her sister back, it was natural that she should be the one to go. But after all, they looked different. What if His Majesty realized?

As he listened to her, he could feel his heart getting colder by the moment. Her acts were so sinister and unforgivable. He almost wanted to push her away, but it was the first time she was in his arms, shivering in fear.

And then, in his daze, he thought, what's there for him to judge? She had killed her sister to snatch the empress' position. He had killed his senior brother in order to learn the Virgin Boy Technique. They were the same, the exact same.

In his arms, she looked up with her tearful face. ”You promised to… to protect me. You promised!” She sniffled.

He looked at her, at this poisonous rose filled with thorns. ”Yes,” he promised, after a very long time.

A promise for a lifetime.

Epsilon's freedom was now tied down to the bloody, scheming palace of Xuanji.

To this day, he could still vividly recall her expression when she heard her promise—the gleeful, sly look in her eyes.

He knew of her little schemes.

And he knew that she didn't love him.

In her entire life, she only had eyes for authority, power, status, and worldly possessions.

And in his lifetime, he loved illusion, obscurity, the rose in the swamp and the red spider lily that grew in the ruins.

She trembled slightly in his arms, and her eyes twitched a little, as though she was about to wake up.

'Don't, don't wake up.'

There was too much pain in this world to face. Rather than for her to open her eyes and face the pain and shame, it would be better for her to sleep and enter the cycle of reincarnation.

'I know you wouldn't want to face it.'

'So sleep for eternity.'

Epsilon smiled lightly.

The ten over years became but a dream. In this lifetime, her countless vicious deeds, the vicious deeds he had done for her accumulated the bones of the dead, turning into her deathbed.

'It's fine, like this.'

He smiled as he gently caressed her face. Her features he knew by heart, her scent that had not changed the past ten over years were all carved into his soul.

Her eyes… Her nose… Her lips… And then, his hand stopped at her throat.

Ka.

That quiet sound resounded loudly in the room.

Epsilon's expression remained the same. He slowly removed his hand, and the lady's neck collapsed flaccidly.

Her life was silently cut short in her sleep.

Epsilon lovingly stroke her forehead, and recalled an intense fight they had many years ago. ”If you continue like this, there will be a day where you die without a place for burial!” he had yelled.

She had looked up and proclaimed, ”Then, before that, please finish me!”

Rather…

'In this life, I have fulfilled your wishes.'

The rain drizzled down quietly.

Meng Fuyao took a step back with her lips pressed together. For the Xuanji Empress, such a death was way to easy on her. But then again, death was the end goal, and as long she died, there was no need to harp on the means. Often described as ominous flowers that grow in hell, guiding the dead to reincarnation. They are also highly poisonous.