YM778.TV Chapter 68.4
From the age of three, that man, who resembled a god, began to teach him personally. At that time, he wanted to do his best every time, just to see the growing satisfaction in the Emperor\'s eyes.
At the age of five, that man treated him like an adult and began to make him stand in the courtroom. Although he drew a few criticisms, one look from the man instantly calmed the agitation of the civil and military officials, and his dull, uninterested eyes instantly extinguished the smoke that had not yet begun! At his gaze, their protest was instantly exterminated.
At that time, in his heart, this man sitting on the dragon throne of the Lan Kingdom was not only his god but the god of all people. They admired him, feared him, and loved him.
The child wanted to do better, to gain more of his approval, but his satisfaction was always when he became more capable of being on his own. The higher Lan Ziyu\'s expectations were, the better he had to be to gain his approval.
Because ever since he was a child, he had looked up to this man. He was a man so powerful that he had longed for and admired him from the pit of his heart!
"Your son* obeys your majesty\'s decree!"
*Expression is more like your son, your servant.
Lan Ziyu got up and left. When the red dragon robe fell to the lavish floor, it was as bright red, truly extravagant, bringing a sense of splendour and despair to the room.
If one looked carefully, the slabs on the ground were the flowers of the banks of the Yellow Springs. The craftsmen meticulously carved them. The flowers and leaves were rotten and beautiful, symbolic of a cruel and desperate love, a world of eternal sorrow.
After Lan Min\'s death, he fell in love with this red, bloody colour. -Red that pierced the eyes, red that killed the heart, just like her on Mount Snowdrop, her blood-stained dress .... corrupted, decayed, desperate and cruel...
His life, on that day, became withered. His heart had long been crushed into ash, sunk into a dry well, and overturned in despair ...
Lan Ziyu held the hairpin that was stroked no less than 10,000 times a day. The pain in his heart was overwhelming. When he returned to the ice palace underground, he looked at the person on the cold bed. He slept beside her as if he was used to it and held her hand for ten years.
"Why is it so cold? Min\'er, the child of the Lan family clan I adopted eight years ago, has become more and more able to stand alone. Give me another five years! Please wait for me to destroy the Yan Kingdom. Then, when the wedding dress is ready, when the child sits on the dragon throne, we will get married. When that happens, I won\'t have to go out anymore, and I can be with you!"
"Min\'er, don\'t worry, that child is the one I personally picked out from the Lan family\'s clan. He is clever and quick-witted. -One in a hundred. He is your only child, and you will be the only Empress in the future. You will be the only phoenix Empress in the Lan Kingdom. A hundred years later, you will be the only Empress dowager worshipped. No one can let say you are not."
"But I don\'t like him calling you Empress Mother, nor do I like him calling me Father! For I am yours, only yours, and you are mine, mine alone, and between us, no one can interfere, no one can ... You belong to me alone!"
Lan Ziyu suddenly propped up his upper body and looked sideways at Lan Min\'s delicate eyebrows. Although her face was horribly pale, in Lan Ziyu\'s eyes, this was the only heartbeat and happiness in his heart!
"Also, the materials for your wedding dress have been found. I\'m sorry to keep you were waiting for so long. Soon, soon .... your wedding dress will be ready, and then, when all this is over, I can bring you the dowry you want. At that time, would you still want me?"
But Lan Ziyu didn\'t seem to want her to answer at all. Pillowed in her arms, as hard and cold as ice, he was numb.
"Whether you want me or not, I will haunt you to death for the rest of my life, and I will never let you go!" He declared.