mtl008 Chapter 602 You are his descendant
Chapter 602 You are his descendant
Her knees slammed heavily onto the jade floor, but Mingruo seemed to feel no pain. She lowered her eyes in a panic and trembling manner.
His eyes stung and ached, and his throat felt like it was being squeezed tightly, almost suffocating him.
He fell to his knees in a disheveled state, his fingers unconsciously gripping the hem of his clothes tightly, his knuckles trembling slightly from the force.
A single tear slipped unexpectedly from the corner of his eye. He frantically raised his hand to wipe it away, but a metallic taste suddenly welled up in his throat, and he vomited blood.
His reaction caused Yin Yueling, who was standing next to him, to quickly jump back two steps. "Hey, what are you doing? Don't try to scam me! I didn't touch you! What do you mean by this?"
Mingruo raised her hand to wipe the blood from her lips, lowered her head and knelt on the ground, her eyelids trembling slightly, and apologized in a slightly hoarse voice: "I'm sorry, please forgive me, King Yuechuan, I lost my composure."
"You dare not look up at me, but..." King Yuechuan looked calmly at Mingruo kneeling on the ground: "Who do I look like to you?"
"Please forgive me, King Yuechuan," Mingruo said softly.
King Yuechuan looked at him and said, "Raise your head and let me see you."
Mingruo's body stiffened slightly for a moment before she slowly raised her head and met Yuechuan Wang's gaze.
However, after just one glance, Mingruo hurriedly lowered her eyes.
“He does resemble him somewhat,” King Yuechuan said, helping himself to his seat with the help of his maid. “Stretch out your hand.”
Mingruo extended her hand.
King Yuechuan moved his fingertips, and a silver needle pierced Mingruo's palm, which had turned red from exertion. A drop of blood was carried into the air and fell back into King Yuechuan's palm.
"You must have heard something to find this place," King Yuechuan said, staring at the drop of blood in his palm, seemingly lost in a daze. His soft voice carried a hint of etherealness. "The Yuechuan royal family's surname is Mingyue. I have an older brother named Mingyue Qi, and you are his descendant."
Mingruo's voice trembled slightly, "Yes, he is my... maternal grandfather."
Mingruo raised her eyes again, her gaze falling on King Yuechuan's face, her eyes instantly turning bloodshot.
He only learned after he left the capital that his mother was not of royal blood from the Great Zhao Dynasty.
Zong Que told him that his mother was actually the daughter of Prince Mingjing, Ming Qi, who was adopted by the late emperor and thus became a princess of the Great Zhao Dynasty. Prince Mingjing, Ming Qi, whose original name was Ming Yueqi, came from a foreign tribe in the southwest.
After her mother passed away, Li Duan took her back to the Mingjing Prince's Mansion for her coffin and burial. From then on, she was no longer the Zhaoyang Princess of the Great Zhao Dynasty, but the daughter of the Mingjing Prince, Mingyuezhi.
King Tsukikawa's face looks exactly like his mother's.
Even though they are a few years apart and have completely different temperaments, their faces are so, so similar, as if they were carved from the same mold.
It has been a year since my mother passed away.
Throughout the year, he thought about the past countless times, about his turbulent and painful first half of life, about many things, but he dared not think about the day when he watched his parents, who had never been able to reunite for even a day, die tragically before his eyes.
That was the only day the three of them were together.
That day, no matter how much time has passed, remains a nightmare he dares not recall.
He especially dared not think about his mother.
He had hated his mother for not keeping him by her side, even though he knew she had many reasons not to. But the suffering he had endured made him constantly wonder if his birth was a mistake, and because of this mistake, they were all in pain.
His mother was coerced by the dog emperor because of him, and although she loved his father, they could not stay together until their deaths.
As for him, he was abandoned and poisoned as a child. The dog emperor wouldn't let him die, but he wouldn't let him have a single good day either.
Every moment of his life was filled with pain, immense suffering.
He had also been jealous of Li Duan and hated her. He hated her for being able to live such a happy and carefree life, living by his mother's side and receiving all of her love. In particular, she was the bloodline of his enemy. He didn't understand why his mother could give all her love to the bloodline of her enemy, but what about him?
Does he deserve to suffer endless torment, be covered in wounds, and wander aimlessly?
He hates.
He hated every day he lived in this world.
So even though he knew his father was going to his death, and even though he knew there was no way to undo it, he still took advantage of it all without hesitation. At that moment, all he wanted was to die together.
They all died. Since they couldn't reunite while alive, could the three of them live an ordinary life like everyone else in the underworld after death?
As he had hoped, he watched helplessly as his parents died tragically before his eyes, as the things that Li Duan cared about most were destroyed, and as everything was annihilated before his very eyes.
But at that moment, he regretted it.
He regretted it.
He had never regretted anything so much, more than he had regretted coming into this world.
But no one resented him.
He knew why Zong Que had taken such a great risk to save him, and he also knew that his mother's greatest expectation for him was that he could survive.
For the past year, he has been thinking every day about how to survive and how to live up to her expectations.
He could never find himself.
Lu Yangyang's appearance was like a ray of light. First, she cured his poison and ended his years of suffering. Then, she told him that his mother had always loved him and had never shown any favoritism. She wanted to untie the knot in his heart.
His inner turmoil can be resolved, and he can try to find direction in life and strive to live on. However, the debt he owes, which he has no way to settle, is separated by the distance of life and death, and can never be made up for.