"But I really didn't expect that Your Highness would be so concerned." Garo smiled, "This time, it's my villain's heart again."

"You are six years younger than me, and you are indeed a villain. Fu Galuo - Do you think Ling Zun is a member of the Fu family, so I won't have to save you, right?" Yang Jian turned his head and looked at her, but his tone was firm. Before Galuo could answer, he said: "Look at this look, it's obviously true."

Gala smiled apologetically and did not deny it.

"I really hate Dugu Xin for the death of my mother, and I don't deny it. I also hate Gao Tanwei for the death of my elder brother, and your two uncles." Yang Jian stopped under a wind lamp, leaned against the corridor column, and looked down at Gala.

The light of the lantern shone on his face, adding a little softness. He changed into a set of homely clothes, which was very different from the usual ink-colored black green, but chose ivory white and tied his hair with a jade crown. Compared to his usual upright posture, the posture of leaning on the pillar was diluting the cold and hard feeling, and with the ice in his eyes, Yang Jian at this moment, plainly called Gala, remembering the description of Gongzi Ruyu, no longer made people feel oppressed and cold.

This makes people feel closer.

Especially at the moment, he still kept his past grudges and tried his best to help her, and even took the initiative to express his thoughts.

Gala mustered up the courage and raised the topic that he had been careful to avoid, "I was young at that time and I don't know the details. But King Xin... I know." She looked at Yang Jian, and saw that he looked as old as before, and she was a little bolder. "I am very ashamed and regretful about that matter. My grandmother had met His Highness King Xin before, saying that he was generous to others, wise in dealing with things, and had the spirit of a benevolent king."

"What does she say about my elder brother?"

Galo nodded, "But grandmother is not the biological mother of the uncles, and he cannot stop his grandfather who is determined to be alone."

Yang Jian sighed, "So he died in the end. They almost defeated his father with his death."

Galo bit his lip and noticed the loss in his eyes.

After knowing each other for several years, Yang Jian has never had such a look.

No matter how majestic and solemn the court was, he was still a mortal and mortal. After all, he was still a mortal. From being pampered to being under house arrest, after losing his only brother, Gala could guess the hatred and melancholy even though he could not empathize with him.

"I know your highness's hatred. I didn't think anything about Yingzuo at first, but today I learned that my mother's death might be related to Yingzuo. The more I thought about it when I returned to the hall, the more I hated me. I even wanted to fly to Beiliang and take revenge after asking for the reasons. If he really hurt his father, I would probably want to cut him into pieces. Your Highness must be the same for Wen Hui and King Xin. So, you are willing to save your father without grudges. I am really grateful and surprised, so I can't believe it."

After living in Jianzhang Palace for so long, Gala deliberately avoided old things and never dared to say such things to Yang Jian.

However, when I really said it, my uneasiness was not as serious as expected.

She raised her head and met Yang Jian's gaze with a little bit of pride.

It was not the cold and cruel she had expected, but...

Gala couldn't explain what it felt, but he felt that Yang Jian was completely different from usual at this moment.

"So you are afraid of me, not because I scared you with a steel needle, but because I am afraid that I will seek revenge?" Yang Jian suddenly opened his mind, looking at the beauty under the light, his voice seemed gentle.

"That time..." Garo bit his lip and confessed: "Your Highness is indeed fierce and scary."

Immediately, I felt like I was afraid that he would be angry.

The lights were covered with hazy light on her soft white cheeks, and the coral beads in her ears looked like her cheeks were dizzy. She was wearing a pomegranate red skirt today, with her hair loosely tied up and moving slightly in the wind.

The night breeze blows, and she raises her clothes and flies. Her red clothes are picturesque, her smile is full of cunning, and her star-like eyes hides a long-lost cunning, like a fairy in the dark night.

Yang Jian couldn't move his eyes, his five fingers slightly opened in the wind, touching her hair sent by the night wind, and swept across his palm as if it were off the ground.

That tingling and numbness seems to be itchy in the heart, making people greedy and want to gain more and more effort.

"I just wanted to scare you at that time." Yang Jian lowered his head and looked at Gala, as if explaining, "Peace discussion is of great importance, and the Turks have caused troubles many times. If you bite to death, you will not reveal the matter. Without such means, can you force out your truth?"
Chapter completed!