Help!Jiaojiao in the arms of the tyrant is a black lotus

Chapter 363 Hate This World
The night is as cool as water, but there is no distinction between day and night in the space.

Jiang Tang slept soundly, and was suddenly awakened by a piercing system alarm:
[Ding——Warning: [Xiao Yinhan] The mood fluctuated violently, and the blackening value increased by 1%! 】

When she opened her eyes, she saw the man off-screen with furrowed brows and sweat on his forehead, looking like he was in a nightmare.

Jiang Tang breathed lightly subconsciously: "What's wrong with you?"

On the official road where the heavy rain was pouring, the sky was dark, and the raindrops hit people mercilessly, making them sick and painful.

The clothes of the young man on the horse were already soaked, his wet long hair stuck to his face, and the heavy rain blurred his vision, making it almost impossible to see the way ahead.

"Driving~"

He waved the whip in his hand without hesitation, and kept thinking in his heart: Hurry up, hurry up!
The rain with an earthy smell seemed to rush from his nose into his lungs, and it had become a nightmare he couldn't get rid of these years.

The gate of the vermilion palace was opened wide, and the loud thunder outside the dark sky was like the roar of a beast, and a bolt of lightning as bright as daylight struck down, illuminating the hall with fluttering white silk and the coffin parked in the hall.

"Your Highness, the imperial concubine...is dead!" The old eunuch's mournful cry rang in his ears.

He walked there in a daze, his legs were as heavy as a thousand catties, trembling as if he was about to fall down the next moment.

Inside the coffin, the woman who was as beautiful as a fairy lay there motionless, peaceful and soft, as if she was just asleep.

"Mother, I'm back."

He stretched out his hand to touch her, but the transparent raindrops dripped down his wet sleeves and landed on her snow-white and clean cheeks.

In an instant, grief and despair exploded in his chest, and he rushed forward like crazy, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Mother Concubine!"

It wasn't until this moment that he finally realized that his mother and concubine were gone.

Tears kept pouring out, and he kept begging and crying "Mother Concubine", but he could no longer wait for her gentle response.

The grief of losing her biological mother still remained in her chest, but the world suddenly changed.

"...Then how are you doing? Your mother and concubine have passed away for two years, even if you ask now, who will admit it?"

"If you don't admit it, I'll kill them all!" He looked at the golden dragon robe father in front of him, and his dark eyes were stained with cruel hatred.

"You..." Emperor Huaiwen seemed to be shocked by his words, startled and angry: "Presumptuous! Those people are relatives of your clan who are connected by blood. If you let me kill you, I will kill you! I usually dote on you too much. That’s why you are so disrespectful and utter wild words!”

After he finished speaking, he ordered the guards to ground him: "Come here! The Fourth Prince is out of his mind, shut him into the Buddhist hall to reflect on himself! Without my order, no one is allowed to see him!"

The vermilion door slammed shut, and all the hustle and bustle returned to silence in an instant.

There was no sound in the dark Buddhist hall, only a beam of light fell from the window hole in the high wall.

At the age of 14, he stood in the same place, originally filled with anger and resentment because he learned the "truth" of the death of his mother and concubine, and gradually turned into hatred under the unhesitating protection of his father and emperor for the clan.

Dark and violent emotions spread loudly in his chest, like thick ink that dyed his whole world black, his previous cognition gradually collapsed, and the world gradually distorted and deformed in his eyes.

This world is really boring, everyone is so hypocritical, including his kind and affectionate father.

No matter what he has taught him, once it touches his vital interests, everything becomes empty talk.

He lowered his head and laughed silently, his shoulders trembling slightly, but the light in his eyes became brighter and colder.

Gloomy, disgust, bloodthirsty, all kinds of emotions breed in the darkness, swallowing and drowning him little by little.

Since it doesn't suit his wishes, then, let's all die!
Clan, etiquette, imperial relatives... It's just because the power to destroy them is not in his hands.

One day, he will...

"My lord, where are you?"

A soft and weak call awakened Xiao Yinhan from the abyss.

He subconsciously raised his head to look for the speaker.

At this moment, a warm light slowly lit up in the darkness, and someone came out of the darkness with a lantern.

Yuruan Huarou's small face lit up the moment she saw him: "My lord, where have you gone, I'm so scared."

She threw the palace lantern in her hand to the ground, and the flame instantly burned the paper, lighting up the darkness.

The girl threw herself into his arms like a soft cloud, warmed his cold body like a small sun, and the familiar sweet fragrance wafted from her hair and skin into his nose.

His originally broken and desperate heart was mended and filled little by little by her embrace.

Those dark and chaotic emotions just now seemed to be completely forgotten at this moment, and he subconsciously hugged her tightly, as if hugging his lost and recovered treasure.

"It's not good here, shall we leave here?" The girl raised her head, her starry eyes glowed with a moving light.

He moved his throat and said, "Okay..."

The next moment, Xiao Yinhan woke up from his sleep panting heavily.

His first reaction when he woke up was: "Tangtang!"

Turning his head, the girl was sleeping peacefully beside him, her long black hair against her white and clean face was indescribably cute.

The fear and panic in my heart disappeared in an instant.

He stretched out his hand to embrace the sleeping girl into his arms, buried his face into her fragrant neck, closed his eyes and said aggrievedly, "Tangtang, when did you wake up? Do you know, I miss you so much..."

Standing in the space, Jiang Tang was almost tired, and raised his hand to wipe off the invisible sweat.

Looking at the man on the screen, she yelled "Damn" in her heart, and then she paused, her slender fingers landed on her neck...why did something seem to flow in there?
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The people who were sent to investigate Yun Sihai came back soon, and the silk and satin they brought back had frost marks on them without exception.

On the contrary, the Yan family did not, but this did not bother the person in charge of the investigation.

The current Boss Yan took over the Yan family property five years ago, so the investigators took pains to find the goods bought five years ago in addition to the goods they are currently selling.

And then... almost without accident, there are frost flowers on it too.

At this point, Xiao Yinhan has already believed most of it.

Sitting in the space, Jiang Tang watched the man coldly order the secret guard to go to Hezhou to investigate Yan Jianghe, frowning:

"I sent people to you in advance. This time, you shouldn't go to slaughter people all over the house again, right?"

Saying this on the lips, but seeing that it finally stopped at 43% of the blackening value, my heart was beating drums.

So what happened when she was in a coma to make this guy's darkening value so high?

"Dog system, if you don't come back, why don't you come back at all!" Jiang Tang cursed angrily.

But at this time, the servant left the stage, leaving only Xiao Yinhan and "her" in the room.

Jiang Tang saw that the man stood up and walked towards "her".

(End of this chapter)