Handsome Prince, Come to my Embrace

Wei Qing Yin, was he talking about Wei Qing Yin? Was it the name that had appeared in her mind time and time again in her dreams?

"Qing Yin, open your eyes, I won't allow you to die."

"Yin'er, wait for my return."

"Kill her, kill Wei Qing Yin, kill her!"

Just whose voice was this, and whose memories were these? Who was Wei Qing Yin? Who was she? What did it have to do with him?

Back then when Princess Chaoyang was very ill, when she was practising medicine, he heard this person's name echo in his ears. That voice seemed to be calling her as if it was real. However, Ah Yu had personally told her that Wei Qing Yin was only a distant relative and wasn't worth worrying about. It was precisely because of this that she had buried this name deep in her heart.

But when Tang Ao brought it up again, she still felt a stabbing pain in her nerves, as if his entire body was numbed by lightning. Luo Shang raised his eyes and asked: "You know her? "Who is she?"

Luo Shang did not dare to say what kind of relationship she had with that person, but she was sure that the relationship between Tang Ao and her was definitely not that of an ordinary person.

After she asked this question, all the suspicious points had gradually formed into a line and formed a clear possibility. Tang Ao looked at her eyes, he had left the Acropolis City for many years, and before he left, Qing Yin was still young, but she looked at him with eyes full of love, as if he was looking at Luo Shang, who was confused and looking for an answer.

How could there be an identical pair of eyes in this world? If it was really like this, then there was only one possibility, and that was that she was not dead in the first place.

Nearly a year ago, when he had just obtained Yue Dongyang's trust, the news of the victor of the border war, the Acropolis Empire's General and Prince Consort Prince Qin Muge's death in battle had spread throughout the entire capital of the Acropolis Empire. The last female Ninth Princess of the Wei Family, who was wearing a veil as he stood tall in the imperial city, rang his own bell before jumping into Darkya.

However, no one was able to find her corpse, and even Tang Ao himself was unable to find any results. Now that he thought about it carefully, that day, the first one to pass by the foot of Lang Ya Mountain was the National Guardian General Lo Ke and his million strong master.

The General Family had always emphasized martial arts and gentle writing, and furthermore, they emphasized talent and virtue. Furthermore, Luo Shang was simply too special, and made people feel suspicious.

After Tang Ao pondered for a while, he inhaled deeply. Without the impulse just now, he became rational and even his expression became a little gentler.

"You don't remember anything?" he asked again.

Luo Shang nodded lightly, and she answered honestly. I don't remember anything since I woke up. "

Hearing her words, Tang Ao was even more certain of his guess that Qing Yin did not die, but Luo Shang was definitely Qing Yin. It had been many years since they last met. The destruction of the Acropolis, and the fact that she was still alive, was a matter that the heavens wanted him to repay the Wei family's kindness.

"Young Master Tang, can you tell me, Wei Qing Yin is …"

"He's just an old friend." He looked at her and gave her a short answer, but his eyes were filled with heartache. He lifted his right hand involuntarily, wanting to touch her cheek, but he put it down quietly instead.

If she lost her memory, it would be good to forget everything. Otherwise, she would only be able to live in pain for the rest of her life. If she knew of her own identity, how much of a despair she would feel if she married the Wu Zhou Prince, how she was enemies of a dead nation, and even carried his child.

Once, when she had cried and died to protect her country, the heavens had given her a chance to live a heavy life. She definitely could not return to this nightmare.

"But …"

Seeing that she wanted to ask further, Tang Ao groaned in pain and picked up his sword. Only then did Luo Shang remember that he was heavily injured, he did not ask anything else and immediately helped him enter the room.

Mo Yun's sword technique had always been a sword to the side, but this time it was intermittent, luckily Tang Ao moved to the side, if not, he would not be able to preserve his life. Luo Shang removed the bandage on his back and helped him change the dressing. The clear water in the basin was drenched in blood and the room reeked of the stench of blood.

Tang Ao observed her every movement carefully.

"The thing you want is in the hands of a farmer's wife in the outskirts of the capital, and her name is Su Mo." Luo Shang explained as she bandaged him up.

The reason why she gave the box to Su Mo before the city gate was because she was afraid that something would happen to her and that she would fail the mission Shen Changqing gave her with her life.

Tang Ao's lips were dry, and some of the skin on his face was sticking up, but he actually laughed: "Now tell me, aren't you afraid that I'll kill you and silence you?"

The bandaged hand stopped, it did not answer him and continued to bandage Tang Ao's wound. If Tang Ao really wanted to kill her, the sword would not have pierced him just now.

After handing the clothes over to him, Luo Shang wiped off the blood on the table and picked up the basin, walking towards the door. She heard the man behind him say, "I can take you to a safe place, Wei Guo."

He could not keep Luo Shang by her side. That way, this woman would be in danger at any time, and once he took back everything that belonged to him, he would definitely give her the home she wanted. This was what he owed the mother and daughter.

Luo Shang was quiet as she reached out to push open the door.

Just as the blinding light from outside the door shone into the room, the basin in her hand fell heavily at her feet. The water in the basin splashed onto her skirt and her face suddenly became pale.

She pursed her lips and her eyelashes trembled. She slowly moved back, not even daring to breathe. Her eyes were filled with tears. After a long time, they finally slipped away.

Feeling that something was amiss, Tang Ao turned around. Seeing the man standing at the entrance, he tightened his fist and immediately grabbed the sword on the table. A flying leaf flew past his wrist, and instantly revealed a long red scar.

Behind the man, Mo Yun slowly retracted his actions from before.

Luo Shang looked at his inky black eyes that were tightly locked on top of her body. The deep and cold eyes under his sword-like eyebrows were capable of freezing everything. She wore a white robe that accentuated his tall figure. Every step she took, she would appear dignified and cold.

He folded the fan elegantly in his palm and looked down at her with the cold arrogance of someone standing before her.

It was a cold that did not belong to the human world, freezing everything in its path. He leaned over to her ear and whispered, "I said, no matter where you run, I will find you."

Her cold, tearful eyes looked at him, her long eyelashes wet with dizziness.