Crossing the bar on the tyrant: the only favorite

Chapter 507
As usual, maybe Cang Mo can dodge it.

But at that time, he was only thinking about Qiu Yishui, he just wanted to find her quickly and rescue her, he didn't take his own safety into consideration at all.

Envoy Zhang hurried over with several imperial doctors to treat the burns on Cang Mo's face.

A very, very long scar ran from the left forehead through the right eye to the right cheekbone. Fortunately, the eye was not damaged.

The scorched scars, imprinted on his jade-like face, were particularly conspicuous.

Ao Yun asked: "Master Zhang, can this scar be removed?"

Court Envoy Zhang shook his head regretfully: "This scar is too deep, I'm afraid it will stay on my face forever."

Those around him who heard this, all felt sorry for Cang Mo.

With this scar, the emperor would be disfigured.Ordinary people would not be able to accept it, not to mention the emperor is still an extremely handsome man.

Originally, he had a peerless appearance that looked down on the world, but suddenly he became an ugly husband who was feared by everyone. Could the emperor bear it?
Cang Mo doesn't have the mind to pay attention to this question now, even, he doesn't know the scar on his face at all.

He only knew what Court Envoy Zhang was busy doing on his face, he only knew that there seemed to be a burning pain on his face, but compared to the pain in his heart, what was that pain?
He sat blankly in the middle of the yard, staring blankly at the wreckage in front of him that was still smoldering.

Is she in there?

The heart is like torn apart.

He hated himself, hated his weakness and incompetence, hated the burden on his shoulders.

Because of this burden, I used to dare not admit my true love for her, dare not open my heart to love her, and hurt her time and time again.

Now, it was because of this heavy burden that she died in the flames.

How nice it would be if he wasn't an emperor.

If he doesn't consider other people's opinions and insists on letting Yishui live in Fengyi Palace, or even Longyuan Palace, can the tragedy be avoided?
The pain gradually turned into intense hatred, and Cang Mo swore in his heart over and over again that he must find out the real culprit.

He wanted to cut the real murderer into tens of thousands of pieces with his own hands to avenge Yi Shui.

(End of this chapter)