Xiao Wangye only felt that the bit of hope he had left in his heart was slowly being shattered little by little.
At this time, Yan-daren stood behind the Emperor, about a zhang1丈 – 1 zhang is about 3.2 meters away from him, and he dared not look back again.
The Emperor was the same as usual, and he smiled as he looked at Xiao Wangye. He asked with concern, “Why is Xiao Jiu’s face so bad today?”
There were no reactions on Xiao Wangye’s pale face. Cupping his hands towards the Emperor, he said, “Many thanks for your concern, Your Majesty. This younger brother, your subject2臣弟 – You already know what Chen means, but in case you forgot, it’s what subjects of the Emperor use to address themselves to indicate that they are servants under the Emperor. And di here means “younger brother.” So it’s like saying “this younger brother, your servant.”, simply suffered from a cold a few days ago.”
After hearing this, the Emperor immediately had a fox fur delivered, and he personally draped it over Xiao Wangye’s shoulders.
In the eyes of the ministers off the stage, they all think that the Emperor had deep affections for Wangye.
At the banquet that day, a dance team from the western regions had been especially arranged to perform in front of the Emperor’s seat. The Emperor was very interested, and he seriously watched from beginning to end. From time to time, he would comment about it to Xiao Wangye.
Xiao Wangye replied absent-mindedly. There were too many puzzles in his heart.
He didn’t understand. He was no threat to the Emperor now, and he could die or live in just a word. Why still bother to pretend to be brothers with deep affections?
He also didn’t understand why the person who held his hands and kissed him affectionately the night before could stand behind others in a flash and trample his sincerity.
Xiao Wangye smiled bitterly in his heart. Oh well, just let them go.
At the moment, the people off the stage were drinking, singing, and dancing. Xiao Wangye sat quietly on his seat, his heart surprisingly calm. For a moment, he even felt that everything in this world had nothing to do with him. Life or death, love or hate, it has nothing to do with him.
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Many years later, when Xiao Wangye would recall what happened this night, he would still feel a stabbing pain in his heart.
At this time, he was still immersed in his own world, so when things happened, he didn’t have time to react.
It was that western dancer in the middle of the stage. When the music reached its climax, he suddenly drew a dagger from his boots and stepped on the drums to rush towards the Emperor.
There was a scream under the stage. Xiao Wangye, who was sitting next to the Emperor, got up in a hurry, but before he could stand still, he was pushed away by a figure who came from behind.
Yan-daren’s shout rang in his ears, and Xiao Wangye, who had been pushed to the ground, opened his eyes wide in disbelief.
That was the name of the Emperor.
At such a critical moment, Xiao Wangye’s single-minded head took a detour, and some facts that he had ignored for many years became clear at this moment.
But he had no time to think about it. He struggled to sit up from the ground, then saw a bright dagger flash past in front of his eyes, going straight into Yan-daren’s chest.
Yan-daren spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to his knees in front of Xiao Wangye.
The Emperor was surrounded by guards who came to escort him and left. The assassin lost his advantage and escaped in the chaos.
Xiao Wangye stared blankly as Yan-daren slowly collapsed before his eyes. At that moment, heaven revolved and earth turned, and his whole person seemed to have flown away.
His body trembled non-stop as he shakingly crawled over to Yan-daren.
Blood kept flowing out of Yan-daren’s chest, mixing with the red of his crimson robe, making it hard to see just how much was flowing.
Xiao Wangye’s tears poured out in an instant. He knelt beside Yan-daren and called out his name.
Yan-daren’s vision had turned blurry, and it took a lot of effort to distinguish the face of the person in front of him.
He felt in a trance that the tears falling from that little face might be more than the blood flowing out his chest. He wanted to lift his hand to wipe it for him, but in the end, it powerlessly fell to his side.