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That young man bowed silently.

Meng Fuyao suddenly slammed the cupboard door open.

She slammed it open with such force that the door split into pieces, landing on the floor noisily.

This cupboard that had locked her up for five whole years, containing her childhood darkest fears and traumatic memory, finally shattered 14 years later.

Without turning back, Meng Fuyao headed straight to the bedside. That bed was completely black due to Xu Wan's blood, and the skeleton of the bed frame was rotten to the core. She lifted up the black bedding that soaked in Xu Wan's excessive blood and started to fossick through the bed.

After a while, she found a tiny pouch. There were words sewn on the pouch, and inside contained the bud of a jade lotus.

The jade lotus no longer resembled its original form. It was dyed in red, soaked in that fresh, metallic blood, turning into a blood lotus.

Meng Fuyao clutched that tiny lotus in her hand, and then coldly threw the flower out. That blood lotus bounced slightly on the floor and rolled along, stopping right at Zong Yue's feet.

Zong Yue watched the blood lotus attentively. Somehow, his hand was trembling. Meng Fuyao walked straight over, right passed Zong Yue, and squeezed her way through the door. The narrow door, decayed from its core, fell apart into pieces as Meng Fuyao pushed her way through. The frame creaked and then collapsed over them. Zong Yue immediately reached his hand over to cover Meng Fuyao while he himself was covered completely in the dust. But without even looking up, Meng Fuyao continued walking forward.

She headed right to the entrance of the palace and kicked the wall. A door sign hanging on the palace door dropped and crashed onto the ground. With her foot, Meng Fuyao attempted to sweep the dust aside. Two huge words were revealed — Yan Ling.

Yan Ling Palace.

Meng Fuyao kicked the wall once more with more force. The dilapidated wall, unable to withstand the impact, instantly collapsed into shambles.

The palace wall crumbled into its own foundation as dust and smoke rose. Meng Fuyao did not run nor avoid. Instead, she stood there as her eyes searched for something.

Her gaze suddenly stopped.

At the corner of the palace walls, there was a cloth bag peeking out from beneath the soil.

Looking at the bag, Meng Fuyao trembled. Even so, she bit down on her teeth and strode forward.

She squatted down and started the dig with her bare hands, till she could remove the bag from the soil. She undid the knots on the cloth bag.

A white, battered skeleton revealed itself.

Xu Wan.

The Xu Wan that had been buried at the corner of Yan Ling Palace for the past 14 years.

14 years later, she finally saw the light of the day and finally reunited with her daughter once more.

A breeze blew from afar. It turns out, the spring breeze could be so chilling to the bone, bringing with it the nightmare from 14 years ago.

With that bag of bones in her hands, she stood there dumbly. That icy cold bones seemed to press on her heart, slowly dismantling the calm demeanor Meng Fuyao had put up. And so, she began to tremble uncontrollably, falling down to her knees, right in front of where the bones were buried.

Suddenly, tears flooded her face.

That night, when she had found out the truth, she had never once shed a drop of tear. But now, with her defense stripped and having the first tear broken free, tears rushed out like an unrestrainable river. A cry of desperation and pain escaped as her shoulders trembled. Her silent screams pierced through the hearts of those who saw, leaving them with a heavy heart.

'… For so many years with that wall pressing on you… It must have been tiring…'

'… That vicious b*tch really died in shame… Your daughter has taken revenge for you…'Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click visiting.

'… I am very well… The most honorable and noble… king… of the Five Regions Continent…'

'… I am sorry… I used to blame you for abandoning me and didn't want to look for you… Sorry…'

'… In your next life, I hope you don't have anything to do with the palace…'

The moon gradually made its appearance. The gentle moonlight shone on the lady in black, carving out a faint silhouette on the debris of the wall. It illuminated the desolate back view of the majestic, renowned leader in the Five Region Continent.

After a very very long time, she quietly tied the bag up, carried it in her arms, and stood up.

And then she turned back.