"What white-haired woman?" Ouyang Chen grasped the key point and asked again.
"Oh, she is your mother. She is so beautiful. You two have similar eyes. It's just that her hair is all white. Not a single hair is black. It's as white as snow."
After Ouyang Chen heard Lin Rou'er's words, his head buzzed as if it was exploding. He was so shocked that he took several steps back, with disbelief in his eyes.
White-haired woman? His mother, why did she have white hair, and why did she not want him since she was a child?[
Tears could not help but flow into his eyes, moistening his eyes: "She left me in the cold palace since I was born and has never come to see me.
My father didn't like me either, so I pretended to be a cut-sleeve guy and deliberately smeared the royal family, just to attract his attention. Sure enough, he started to pay attention to me, but the way we communicated was that he beat my body hard with his whip.
It made me feel the deep pain, and that woman, the woman who gave birth to me but never looked at me, why was she so cruel to me, even though she was not dead, she never looked at me."
The emotions that have been suppressed for too long need to be vented. The young man who has never been willing to express his emotions in front of others is leaning against the wall, covering his face, crying like a child.
His cry was deafening, a kind of wail. When Lin Rou'er heard the cry, her heart broke. She walked over, opened her hands, and hugged him. Lin Rou'er cooed as softly as a child.
Said in his ear:
"If Chen doesn't cry, maybe your mother has her own reasons. If she really intends to ignore you, she won't say those words to me and wants me to take you out of the palace. You think so? If you
If you really want to cry, just cry a little longer to vent your emotions and don’t hold yourself back, okay?”
In this way, throughout the morning, the sun shined through the small window, illuminating this small thatched house.
The young woman hugged the young man and comforted him softly, as if singing a very soft song. As time flew by, both of them seemed to be immersed in a sad mood and could not let go for a long time.
After a long, long time, maybe he had cried enough, maybe he had figured something out, and Ouyang Chen finally raised his head.
His eyes were a little red after crying, but his gaze was still firm and persistent.
He said: "You don't need to persuade me for her. I will continue with my own ideas. I want to gain the whole world and will never lose to anyone. I want my father to see how I built the Bixin Kingdom."
Incomparably powerful, more powerful than he had ever imagined."
"Does it have to be like this? What are you going to do to conquer the world?" Lin Rou'er asked in confusion.
"Of course I have my own reasons, so I want to return to the palace. I am the eldest prince. Even if I make mistakes that I shouldn't make, my father will never kill me. But if I keep hiding and not getting out, I'm afraid I won't even be able to get out in the end."
The chance is gone, I won't let the madman who harmed us live happily behind him." After Ouyang Chen finished speaking, he turned around and walked out the door.
Lin Rouer's beautiful eyebrows couldn't help but frown. Although she wanted to leave the palace, it seemed that it was not the right time. She was worried that he would go back alone. She decided to go back with him and explain everything to the emperor.
The person she loves is not the second prince Ouyang Xing, she has always liked that person, Ouyang Chen. She cannot let him be in danger alone.