Advising the villains to be kind every day

When we returned to our residence, it was almost dawn.

Along the way, Yan Cheng didn't say a word, but his face was as gloomy as the darkness of an eternal night, and he seemed to have fallen into an abyss.

Zhuang Wan turned around and poured a glass of water and put it on the table. She didn't know how to comfort him. She tried every means to prevent him from knowing her life experience, just because she didn't want him to bear such deep hatred. Now, he is no longer Li Daniu, and he will no longer have a happy face. Perhaps even her place in his heart will be slowly replaced by hatred.

She really didn't want to see him turn into a revenge machine, and she couldn't bear to witness his death with her own eyes. Maybe it was time for her to leave.

Zhuang Wan bit her lip, but she didn't say anything. When she was about to turn around, Yan Cheng held her hand, her knuckles as cold as ice.

"Wan'er..." Yan Cheng raised his head, his eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse and low, like a seriously injured animal.

"Are you still willing to... stay with me?"

"..."

Zhuang Wan's heart throbbed violently. Yan Cheng's eyes were so fragile that she couldn't describe. He understood what he was thinking.

Yan Cheng said in a hoarse voice: "Why don't I have someone take you to a safe place."

He knew that what awaited him in the future was a road of killing and bloodshed. He didn't want to implicate her, but he couldn't live without her. He couldn't imagine how he would go on this journey without her by his side.

"Don't worry!" Zhuang Wan's fingertips gently touched his eyebrows, "Even if we die, we must die together!"

Since God's will is like this, no matter what Yan Cheng will face in the future, she will face it with him, even if he really turns into that murderous demon...

Yan Cheng stood up and hugged her tightly, "Don't worry, no matter how bloody the future is, I will protect you with my life!"

"No..." Zhuang Wan shook her head: "I want you to live! You said that we would also go to the south of the Yangtze River to see the grass growing and the orioles flying, to see..."

"Bang bang bang!" A rapid knock on the door suddenly sounded.

Zhuang Wan quickly got out of Yan Cheng's arms and opened the door.

Zhamu hurriedly rushed in and knelt down on one knee, "I'm here to see His Highness the Crown Prince!"

"General Zhamu, please rise!" Yan Cheng had already accepted his new identity and said, "Speaking of which, you are still my cousin, so there is no need to be so polite.

"I don't dare!" Zhamu nodded and said, "I didn't know His Highness's identity before, so I offended you a lot. I hope Your Highness will forgive me."

Yan Cheng stepped forward and helped him up, "We are all members of our own family, so don't say such kind words. Now that I am alone, my identity should not be exposed, and I must not alert the enemy. The restoration of the country needs to be planned slowly. "

After Zhamu stood up, he said: "Your Highness, don't worry. Yunzhou is actually under our control. Now we only need to recruit troops. By then, His Highness's identity will be revealed to the world, and he will be able to return home from all over the world."

Hearing this, Zhuang Wan knew that the two of them wanted to discuss something, so she made an excuse and said, "I'll make tea for you!"

Yan Cheng originally wanted to ask her to stay, but after thinking about it, he gave up. After all, it would be better if she didn't know these things, and knowing about them would only cause more trouble. After she went out, Yan Cheng looked serious and asked, "How to recruit troops?"

He can live comfortably with the little money he has, but the other Yan clan members are still imprisoned here. When will the great cause of restoring the country be achieved?

"I think...it's better to rescue my uncle, the emperor's uncle and others first."

After all, they are one's own relatives, how can one just watch them suffer.

"No, Your Highness!" Zhamu said: "The uncle and the prince want to be rescued, but not at this time. They have their own use in being imprisoned in the mine, but they will suffer some pain. Don't worry, Your Highness, when the time is right, everything will be solved! Tonight Your Highness will find out if he goes to the mine with his subordinates again."

After Zhamu left, Zhuang Wan came in, and Yan Cheng held her back: "I didn't sleep last night, go and have some rest! We have to go there again tonight."

Zhuang Wan looked at the dark blue under his eyes and said nothing more.

At night, the three of them came to the mine again. All the Yan clan members were already waiting with torches in their hands.

Yan Boyu stepped forward and said, "Your Highness, I will tell you the secrets of Yunzhou and the mine today. Come with me!"

Next, led by Yan Boyu and Meng Qiting, the group walked into the depths of the mine. The excavated chaos was scattered everywhere, and it was very difficult to move in the dark.

After walking out of the pile of rocks, the end of the road is a patch of thorns, as tall as a person, and they are messy and leave no gaps.

Zhamu stepped forward and cut a path with his sword. Several people walked into the depths of the thorns. They found a bluestone slab. Zhamu pried open the stone slab. Under the light of the torch, there were stone steps going down.

"It's been more than twenty years!" Yan Boyu sighed: "Now we have finally waited for this day!"

Yan Cheng looked at the looming steps in the firelight and asked, "Uncle Emperor, what is inside here?"

Meng Qiting said: "My child, this is what your father left for you! Let's go in and have a look!"

Zhamu held a torch to lead the way, and Yan Cheng took Zhuang Wan's hand: "Be careful."

Zhuang Wan looked at the basement and thought about it, seeming to vaguely remember the plot.

The stone steps spiral downward, getting deeper and deeper, and traces of excavations can be seen on the cliff.

At the end of the corridor is a giant door made of fine iron. As a result, the place was cut off from the air, and over the years, it was still extremely bright. However, in just a moment, the brilliance dimmed, and was covered with a thin layer of rust.

Meng Qiting pulled off the wooden hairpin on his head and inserted it into the small hole on the right side of the iron door. The mechanism in the door slowly started. When the Yan clan was exiled to this time, all their belongings were taken away, but no one wanted this worthless wooden hairpin.

As the door slowly opened, a golden light flashed through, and piles of gold dazzled, as if in a dream.