Those memories became clearer each time with Linglong's death. Every time Qi Zhen held the blade in his hand to cut out the blood from his heart, he would always think of Shen Linglong who died that year when his golden hairpin was stained with blood.

Such a scene filled his heart with pain. His soul subconsciously did not want to remember this, but wanted a new beginning.

After Liao Wu knew the key, he didn't do much at first. He thought everything would go as expected.

Even after going through twists and turns, as long as Qi Zhen can save Shen Linglong's life, his fate will be rewritten. Qi Zhen's hard work in his previous life will be considered fulfilled in this life.

Until the variable Qi Mo happened.

It would be fine if Qi Mo only got out and Linglong was trapped in Yingzhou.

She was born to be exquisite, and since she was defeated in Miyagi City, her life chart has been showing signs of blood.

That bloody light means that Linglong in this life will soon be in danger of a bloody disaster.

Fearing that the situation would get out of control, Liao Wucai had to make other plans and come here in person.

Qi Zhen's heart blood was stained on his fingertips, and seeped into the center of Qi Zhen's eyebrows drop by drop. Qi Zhen's face gradually turned blood-colored from the original pale and transparent color.

Looking at Qi Zhen who finally regained his color, Wu Wu remembered what he looked like in his previous life.

After two lifetimes, what I remember most about Qi Zhen’s appearance is the way he died with a smile on his face, holding the mottled exquisite dice in his hand on the night of the Yuan Dynasty in the last year.

In the years after the troubled times, everyone in the world respected him for driving away the enemy and conquering the rivers and mountains. His reputation was not inferior to that of the founding ancestors.

Qi Zhen has experienced the cruelty of blood and soil everywhere in Jiuzhou, worked hard and built a prosperous country, and should have enjoyed honor.

But he never enjoyed half of it, and instead gave it to others.

Even if you are a monk, you know how touching it is to have royal power and imperial throne.

He was born in Qi Zhen, but he didn't seem to care.

How could there be such a person in the world? How could he be willing to give up the position of power that no one in the world can afford to give up to seek a rebirth without knowing the outcome, and the beginning of another vague and unknown period, even though he clearly holds the world's sway?

Liao Wu shook his head and sighed, thinking of Qi Zhen's words before his death in that life, and looking at Qi Zhen's current appearance, he just felt sad.

He was born into an emperor's family, and the emperor's nobility was no different. If it hadn't been for that bloody chaos, he might have been no different from the countless emperors before his ancestors.

It was the troubled times that reshaped Qi Zhen.
Chapter completed!