The First Genocide's Grudge

  "Second brother, I... it's been too long since I called you, so I forgot!" Mei Yu's face suddenly changed, and she subconsciously avoided Shang Liyou's inquiring gaze.

  Will the title of a person change over time?

  Shang Liyou didn't believe it naturally, although he had many doubts in his heart, but he didn't want to delve deeper into this matter. Of course, he couldn't have imagined that the sister in front of him was actually an imposter.

  "Mei Yu, you should also go to Fengchen Palace for a long time. Go with Second Brother and take a look!" He thought that with Mei Yu's relationship with Chen Er, at least Mei Yu would agree immediately.

  But Princess Mei Yu didn't just refuse, she looked like she had been scared out of her wits, shaking her head in horror: "Second Brother, I, I won't go, if you want to go, you go yourself!"

  Before Shang Liuyun could react, she had already turned around and ran away!

  "Mei Yu..." Shang Liyou wanted to call out to her, but in the blink of an eye, Princess Mei Yu had already run far away. He thought it was strange that Mei Yu would have such a big reaction, but he couldn't find any reason to explain it.

  The sky was still early, so he walked to a pavilion on the side and sat down. At this time, the imperial garden was in full bloom, with flowers intoxicating people, and looking around, it was a colorful scene!

  By his ear, the familiar laughter seemed to come again. In a daze, he saw that white figure fluttering and dancing among the flowers, laughing and singing, performing all the poetic and picturesque scenes.

  "Chen Er..." Gently closed his eyes, and with a touch of his hand, it seemed as if her voice, appearance, and smile were right in front of him!

  Open your eyes, and the flowers in front of you are still there, but everything has changed! No matter how much you think about it, you can't get back the person who's already gone.

  A gentle breeze blows by, the fragrance of flowers wafts everywhere, petals of longing flowers fall to the ground, no one admires or pities them, leaving them to sigh alone in the wind...

  The days in the palace were dull and simple. Mei'er had just arrived, and she didn't know or want to go visit other concubines. And since her place was next to Fengchen Palace, where strange rumors often emerged, no one dared to come to her either, probably for fear of being tainted by bad luck. She was happy with the peace and quiet anyway.

  The day passed quickly, and Mei'er made her preparations before sneaking into the Fengchen Palace.

  For three years, the empty and uninhabited Fengchen Palace appeared so desolate in the dark of night, as if it were a dead palace, which was indeed the case. Who would dare to step into this unlucky place, especially at night?

  As she stepped into the Fengchen Palace, a gust of cold wind blew in her face, making her hair stand on end and sending shivers down her spine. Despite not believing in ghosts or gods, Mei'er couldn't shake off the eerie feeling that made her subconsciously wrap her arms around herself.

  Every time she walked through a corridor, every time she passed by a place, she seemed to see the bloody scene of Fengchen Palace that year. Although there had been a big cleanup afterwards, yet, with a light sniff, it seemed as if the smell of blood from that year still lingered!

  That day, corpses were scattered all over the place, everywhere were the bodies of Fengchen Palace's slaves and palace maids, their blood merged together, forming a river!

  No one cared about those mournful cries and screams, Xiao Qian, the maid who was closest to Wu Chen'er, also died in Wu Chen'er's arms with her body covered in blood...

  When the former vows all turned into slaughter, Wu Chen'er only knew that she was self-righteous and clever, but did not think that being clever for a lifetime would be confused for a moment. Her biggest mistake was marrying Shang Litian.

  A gentle wipe of the hand, and a thick layer of dust instantly clings to my fingers. With a wave of my sleeve, the dust scatters everywhere. It's clear that no one has ever taken care of this place before. When the wind blows by, the dust flies about, carrying with it a hint of musty smell that fills my heart with countless sorrows.

  The Fengchen Palace was as resplendent as it had been in the past, only stained with blood and dust. Every step she took, Mei'er seemed to see those vengeful spirits waving at her, as if asking her to avenge them.

  Inside is very quiet, quiet to hear the sound of wind blowing leaves falling, but also gives people a sense of restless unease, as if there are many people appearing around, not far or near, not coming or going, invisible and intangible, yet can be felt.

  "The vengeful spirits of Fengchen Palace, rest assured that I have returned and will definitely avenge your grievances. The blood debt must be repaid with their own blood! Their blood will be used to make offerings to your souls beneath the nine springs!" Mei'er whispered in prayer.

  In a daze, she saw those vengeful spirits kneeling before her, their bodies still bearing the bloody appearance, their faces still twisted in pain as they were at the moment of death. A bone-chilling gust of wind blew again, and the restlessness and unease that had just arisen suddenly disappeared, and the surroundings fell silent once more.

  Walking into the garden, the flowers there had already withered. A gust of wind blew by, and the dry leaves and branches rustled loudly. The once beautiful garden had become like this, suddenly making one's heart feel desolate.

  Mei'er let out a soft sigh and was about to turn around and leave when suddenly a noise came from the side!

  Although she was an assassin, accustomed to all sorts of sudden situations, however, in such a gloomy and lifeless palace, when she was certain that there was no one around, suddenly hearing a voice coming from the side, it felt like a chill running from her toes to the top of her head.

  She didn't believe in evil spirits, and quietly crept towards the place where the sound was coming from. Suddenly she felt a bit regretful - why did she have to wear this white outfit out on such a dark night, it's so conspicuous.

  From one side came a sound, as if something had fallen to the ground. After a light sniff, Mei'er seemed to have smelled a strong and pungent smell of wine.

  Who's still drinking at this godforsaken place so late at night? How elegant!

  After confirming that it was a person next to her, Mei'er took out a white gauze from her body and covered everything below her nose, revealing only those autumnal eyes.

  She had originally planned to leave, but her curiosity got the better of her and she wanted to see who was so bold as to come to such a desolate place at midnight to drink. It seemed that she wasn't the only crazy one!

  As she walked closer, Mei'er suddenly discovered that the person who was lying on the ground in a nearly drunken state was actually Shang Liuyou!

  It's him! How did he end up here? Mei'er felt a surge of doubt in her heart and was about to go forward to wake him, when suddenly the sound of the patrol came from the doorway: "Head, it seems like there's a noise inside. Should we go take a look?"

  The one who led the way seemed to hesitate for a moment, and muttered: "Are you mistaken? How could there be any sound in there?" I guess he was also afraid that the grievances inside were too heavy.

  Those people were about to leave, but at this moment, Shang Liyou suddenly muttered to himself and felt around for his small wine jug.

  What a drunkard! Mei'er secretly frowned and was about to leave him alone, but at this time, the outside patrol became alert, only hearing the leader shout: "Go in and take a look!" Probably heard Shang Liyou's murmurs.

  The footsteps were getting closer and closer, but Shang Liyou was still muttering to himself. Mei'er looked around and thought she could hide herself without a problem, but this drunk pig was probably going to be discovered!

  Forget it! For Wu Chen's sake, she'll help him this one time!

  Subconsciously squatting beside him, unexpectedly that Shang Liyou was drunk and dazed, actually took Mei'er for Wu Chen'er, grasped her arm: "Chen'er! I knew it, I'm drunk, so I must be able to see you!"

  Dizzy! Took her for Wu Chen'er again, but thinking about it, it's not wrong either. At least this body is Wu Chen'er's, even if the face isn't.

  Actually, most of the time, Mei Er regarded herself as Wu Chen Er, hating what she hated, loving what she loved, and hurting what hurt her!

  "Shh! Be quiet! Someone's coming!"

  "Chen Er, don't leave me again, okay?" But Shang Liyou didn't listen to her words at all.

  "Quick! The sound seems to be coming from that direction, go take a look over there!" The chaotic footsteps were getting closer and closer, as if they were heading in their direction.

  This drunkard is going to get me killed!

  Mei'er cursed under her breath, kicked the small wine jar to the side of the tree with one foot, and used all her might to drag the heavily drunk Shang Liyou to the other side, hiding in a corner.

  "Chen Er......" Shang Liyou was still calling out Wu Chen'er's name nonstop, completely unaware that someone was approaching.

  "Huh, it seems there's still a scent of wine!" One of the guards said suddenly.

  Someone immediately burst out laughing and said: "You're always thinking about drinking, so even in the middle of the night, in a place like this, you can still smell the wine!"

  "It's true! Because I like to drink, my nose is particularly sensitive to the smell of wine!" The patrol seemed very certain and walked step by step towards where Mei'er and Shang Liyou were hiding.

  Mei'er subconsciously covered Shang Liyou's mouth, not letting him make another sound. Her nerves were also stretched taut because of the patrol officer's approach. She was hesitant about whether to take action and resolve the situation or escape.

  Perhaps it was Meier's tense atmosphere that affected Shang Liyou, who seemed to be having trouble breathing under Meier's grasp. He forcefully pulled away Meier's hand and began panting heavily, his limbs starting to flail about, the smell of alcohol growing stronger!

  As the patrol was about to arrive, Mei'er was in a state of urgency and didn't have time to think twice. She took off her veil, leaned forward, and sealed Shang Liuyou's lips with her own. The smell of wine almost made her dizzy!

  Frowning secretly, this is just like a drunkard taking another swig, it's really not a good thing!

  The sudden sweetness and softness on her lips was like a long-awaited sweet spring to Shang Liuyou, who indulged in it with abandon...

  His sudden enthusiasm left Mei'er somewhat stunned, feeling as if she had gotten on the wrong boat. At this critical moment, she didn't dare to move rashly, fearing that any struggle would attract those patrolling guards, and could only hold her breath and let him kiss her to his heart's content!