Chapter 2246 The White Moonlight on the Heart of the Tyrant (34)

Those who have no sky and no sky, whose life is better than death,

is her.

"An Yi." Bored, Chu Huai dropped the instrument of torture, glanced at the person who had fainted from the pain, and looked away in every possible way.

"Your Majesty." The second after Chu Huai finished speaking, a figure suddenly appeared, kneeling on the ground.

"Give this the kid who came in today." Chu Huai said casually, as if it was a simple matter, and the outline of his eyes was a bit lazy and cold, "She likes this gift very much."

An Yi silently thought about the corpse that had been hacked into a shapeless body, and said yes.

"How many people in the harem are obviously abnormal?" Chu Huai asked.

"Three of them behaved strangely by visual inspection, and four of them didn't find any problems for the time being, and two of them had a drastic change in temperament." The dark guard replied sternly.

"Continue to observe, not letting go of a single minute." The corners of the young emperor's lips curled up into a sinister arc, and those cold black eyes were full of inhumanity.

"As ordered."

When the guards outside saw the young emperor coming out, they quickly greeted him and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, do you want to continue the interrogation?"

"For so many years, she only said some illogical things occasionally, but she didn't say a word about others."

"Continue." Chu Huai said as he walked, standing in front of the door of the dark prison, as if standing at the junction of light and darkness.

The deep darkness and bright light and shadow were intertwined, falling on the young man's body, reflecting his face flickering, and his expression seemed to be separated by a layer of veil, making it difficult to see clearly or understand.

After Chu Huai walked out of the dark prison, he returned to the imperial study.

He slowly pulled out a piece of clean white rice paper, and the black sleeves embroidered with light gold were lightly rolled up, revealing a delicate porcelain white wrist.

The young emperor stood there with his eyes lowered, his eyes covered by long eyelashes, his white and slender fingers held onto a brush, and he drew his expression on the immaculate white rice paper, which was smudged like ink, reflecting the clear and slender joints of the young man's hands.

He wrote down three words unhurriedly.

The interweaving of snow white and pure black is particularly conspicuous on the rice paper.

— Raiders.

Chu Huai stared at the three words, remained silent for a few seconds, and then casually continued to write.

One stroke and one stroke, the strokes are natural.

He wrote down these pieces of information separately,

three years ago.

Cheng Guo perished.

Cheng Yaner.

Chu Huai's eyes were deep and treacherous, he looked at the black and white words,

He smiled lightly, not knowing what he was laughing at.

at last,

He actually crossed out all the words he wrote, and the pen and ink smudged like ink-colored lotus flowers, and those words were already blurred.

Only two new words were left.

Impressively——

Yu Bai.

All the words have been crossed out, and only the name remains.

The young emperor lightly stroked the outline of the handwriting with his icy fingertips, and murmured softly, not knowing who he was talking to.

"Don't be you..."

Do...

At this time,

The chief eunuch bowed and knelt down on the cold obsidian floor, screaming: "Your Majesty, Mr. Yu has arrived at the palace."

Chu Huai paused slightly while writing, and after a few seconds, he casually threw the brush aside and leaned back lazily.

The remaining ink on the brush touched the name, slowly eroded, and finally blurred.

"where?"

The chief eunuch knelt on the ground tremblingly, and said: "Young Master Yu is at the Eleventh Prince's place, and needs a servant to go..."

"No need." Before the chief eunuch could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Chu Huai's laziness and wickedness. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and the movement of picking up the pure black sleeves was somewhat cold and melancholy, "I'm going to find him."

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