Gifted Bride of the Sinned Prince

“I cannot do that,” Shuyao said. “I only want to find out if the person who has been waiting for you for many years will get justice or not,” he affirmed.

Lóng Wei knew that Shuyao was aware of Qiu Qizhen. Then, why did he have to lie all the time? What exactly did he want from him? Lóng Wei was curious and at the same time, he wanted to ignore him.

“Why should I answer you? I think I should answer this question to the person who has been waiting for me,” Lóng Wei stated and started walking.

“Now, don’t ask me any more questions from me. I will kill you if you do,” Lóng Wei openly threatened him this time. “Now, show me the way ahead,” he asserted.

Shuyao nodded at him and took Lóng Wei to the palace. There were no gatekeepers at the entrance of the palace. Lóng Wei realized that Qiu Qizhen lived all alone.

Shuyao stopped in the middle and turned to look at Lóng Wei. “Please go ahead this way. Give me the bag,” Shuyao said.

Lóng Wei did that and handed him the leather bag that he had carried. He thanked Shuyao for bringing him there and told him that he would soon answer him.

Shuyao bowed while Lóng Wei walked in the direction that he was told.

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Lóng Wei found the pathway ahead of him was dark. Also, the sky roared and the rain started pouring down. He ran ahead to prevent himself from getting soaked in the water when an umbrella covered his head.

He halted and tilted his head to look at the person. It wasn’t Qizhen. But again a middle-aged man with a big scar on his face. It started from the left eye and ended in the middle of the nose bridge.

Lóng Wei didn’t ask him who he was. Instead, he walked along with him. “Why did this path have no lanterns?” Lóng Wei asked.

“My Lord doesn’t like lights,” he answered.

“Why?” Lóng Wei asked.

“I’m not allowed to answer it,” the man answered.

They ascended the few stairs to reach the corridor. The man closed the umbrella and asked Lóng Wei to follow him. He walked behind him and found out that the region was entirely in darkness.

He realized how his manor used to be dark all the time because he also loved to stay in the dark. However, after Li Hua came into his life, a light also followed her and his life got illuminated. He no longer hated being in the light.

“Bring me a lantern,” Lóng Wei asked the man when they both halted outside a chamber.

“Pardon me, Your Highness. I cannot do that,” the man replied and lowered his head.

Lóng Wei turned to gaze at him. “Unlike your lord, I have the habit to live in the light. Bring me a lantern. Don’t worry. He is not strong enough to take your life away for disobeying him,” Lóng Wei remarked. “I won’t go in if you don’t bring me a lantern,” he asserted.

The man bowed and left to take the lantern. After a few minutes, he returned with a lantern in his hand which was enclosed in a wooden box that had numerous small holes on every side.

Lóng Wei took the lantern from him while the man opened the door for him. Lóng Wei stepped in and turned, thus stopping the man from coming inside.

“You can leave,” Lóng Wei said and closed the doors in his face.

Lóng Wei took a deep breath in and walked further in. He turned left and saw a silhouette of the man who was seated on the floor. His face was directed outside the window.

Lóng Wei with slow steps walked to him.

Qiu Qizhen heard the footsteps and also the light emancipated in the room. “How dare you bring a lantern here?” He shouted and turned to look.

He was stunned to see Lóng Wei in front of him while his personal attendant was not in the room.

Lóng Wei’s grip tightened around the handle of the lantern as he finally faced his real father, Qiu Qizhen. A grim look appeared on his face as he recognized him. If he had not seen Qiu Qizhen ‘s portrait that day, it would not have recognized him.

Qiu Qizhen stood up from the floor and continued to gaze at Lóng Wei. “Lóng Wei,” Qiu Qizhen called his name. He walked up to his son and beheld him from head to toe. He extended his hands out to pull his son for a hug when Lóng Wei stepped back.

“You recognized me. I wonder, how?” Lóng Wei chuckled.

“How can a father not recognize his own son?” Qiu Qizhen asked him.

“His own son?” Lóng Wei snickered. “I am not your son. I never was. I am the son of Qiu Zedong,” he pronounced with a stern tone.

“You are my—”

“Just shut your mouth before I kill you like your lover,” Lóng Wei shouted at him and then gritted his teeth. “I hate you both from the bottom of my heart. How dare you live till now? You should have died the day when you ran away like a coward.”

Lóng Wei put his hand inside his inner pocket and took the dagger out. He forwarded it to Qiu Qizhen, who looked at him confusedly.

“Kill yourself before I do.” Lóng Wei’s tone appeared as if he was ordering Qiu Qizhen to take his life.

Qiu Qizhen looked at the dagger and almost grabbed it when a person stopped him. Lóng Wei tilted his head to look and he found the same middle-aged man.

“I made myself clear to you earlier, didn’t I? How dare you step foot inside?” Lóng Wei growled at him.

“Prince Lóng Wei cannot talk this way with My Lord,” the man stated without fear. Who wasn’t aware of Lóng Wei’s temper? Still, this man tried to defy Lóng Wei.

“Tell your right-hand man to leave before I lose control of myself,” Lóng Wei told Qiu Qizhen. He gestured to him to leave.

“My Lord, the Prince cannot ask you to kill yourself,” the man stated.

“Su Yichen, please leave,” Qiu Qizhen urged. Yichen could not ignore the command of his master, so he silently left the room.