“Even if… the punishment was so severe that I couldn’t sit on a stool or get out of bed… I was willing to bear it… for fear that… my own dullness would tarnish my mother’s reputation.’
The crown princess lowered her eyes, Feng Qin’s body trembled slightly, and Junxu calmed down. She was deeply impressed by Shen Da’s handwritten notes
“It took ten years to hone a sword. Shen Yao, the nanny who had been with me for ten years, told me that he had returned to his hometown… Shen Da mingled in the military, under the guise of mobilising 100,000 troops, but in fact he could only mobilise 5,000 light cavalry… During the Battle of Yizhou, because I did not have my mother’s order, 50,000 troops watched as my Yizhou City was destroyed.’
Jun Xu took a breath, his voice a little shaky
‘I bear the hatred of my parents’ death and the hatred of my husband’s death. I have withstood the arrows in the court and the hidden daggers on the battlefield. Coupled with this face, can I be considered to have repaid the kindness and righteousness of her upbringing? !’
Under the bright candlelight, the silver mask was gently removed, and a face with intersecting scars appeared before everyone. The shallow scars were different, and the winding and twisting scars covered the entire face. The crown princess was shaken, and Feng Qin even took two steps back, his face pale. Jun Xu’s eyes were slightly misty, and he looked straight at the crown princess
‘Or does the Crown Princess think that I am not qualified to be your sword, and that I can only go back to being the shadow of the daughter of Yao Yue, the man I once loved, after Shen Yao usurps the throne! ! !‘
The Crown Princess took two steps forward to help Jun Xu up, frowning
’When did Dar learn about his origins?‘
’My adoptive father was my father’s younger brother. He left a blood letter under the sycamore tree in the courtyard. After he left, I went back to the courtyard… When I was little, he often left messages like this under the sycamore tree… Alas… Perhaps at that time, my foster father knew that he would not live long.‘
’Where is the blood letter?‘
Junxu lowered his head, and tears fell from his face
’I was afraid that Shen Yao would find out… I didn’t dare to keep it, and burned the last thing my foster father gave me…