Gifted Bride of the Sinned Prince

Only a few hours remained for the morning. Lóng Wei got out of bed and went out of the hut. He was restless and somewhere he was hurt too. Why he was Qizhen’s son? In his eyes, Qizhen was a coward, who never returned to find him. However, to his loyalists, he told the truth about his past.

All these years he thought that except him no one knew why he killed his mother. His father made things tougher for him because he told many of his people about it. Lóng Wei curled his fingers into fists as he continued to walk on the carved path. Torchbearers were put at a certain distance, thus the path was not entirely dark. Moreover, it was to prevent any wild animal to come that way.

Lóng Wei halted in his steps and he turned to look. He found out that Xiaoming was chasing him.

“What happened? Where is Brother Lóng Wei heading to this night?” Xiaoming questioned him.

“I wanted to take a stroll,” Lóng Wei replied.

“It is not safer to roam around at night,” Xiaoming reminded him.

“That’s why the Crown Prince should go back to the hut. I will come later,” Lóng Wei stated and turned his back to Xiaoming. He again resumed the walk while Xiaoming followed him.

“I will walk with Brother Lóng Wei,” Xiaoming opined. Lóng Wei did not say anything to him and continued moving forward on the path. Xiaoming pondered what could possibly be happened that made Lóng Wei so quiet. He had noticed that after they caught Wen Yazhu, he turned quiet. What kind of conversation they had? He regretted making them converse in private.

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“It is unbelievable that Wu Zihao was trying to rebel against the Father. Father put his faith in him,” Xiaoming initiated the conversation and finally broke the ice between them. However, to his wonder, Lóng Wei did not answer him. It appeared to Xiaoming that Lóng Wei was lost in some of his deep thoughts, which he was curious to know about.

Xiaoming did not utter any word after that. He grabbed Lóng Wei’s arm when the route appeared darker before them. Lóng Wei’s feet came to an abrupt halt and he heard Xiaoming say, “It is wise of us to go ahead on this path.”

“Once again it feels that I am in dark,” Lóng Wei finally spoke. Xiaoming drew his brows together. “If I try to find the light in that darkness, things may go wrong. Am I on the right path?” He blankly stared into the dark route which was a few meters ahead of them.

“Why is Brother Lóng Wei speaking this way?” Xiaoming was unable to understand any of Lóng Wei’s words. He took a deep breath and said, “If I have to find the light in the darkness, then I believe things may go right. Because the sense of the direction in the light is better.”

Lóng Wei turned to Xiaoming while having a serious expression on his face. “I hope in my case too, everything goes well,” he muttered.

“Brother Lóng Wei is acting strange after he met Wen Yazhu. What did he say to you? Did he comment on your past or something?” Xiaoming inquired him.

“No.” Lóng Wei refused. “I sometimes wonder why I existed in the first place. There are so many unanswered questions in my life. If I tried to find the answer, I may lose many things,” he asserted.

Lóng Wei never opened up with Xiaoming. Those words of his made Xiaoming contemplate if he was missing his mother. If there were any unanswered questions, then that was related to her only.

“I wish there were no prophecy made on me. I wish I had a normal, and happy life,” Lóng Wei stated.

That was something astonishing to Xiaoming. Lóng Wei gave such a big statement. For the first time, Xiaoming saw the anxiousness in Lóng Wei’s eyes.

Lóng Wei forwarded his hand and Xiaoming looked at it. “Will you stand for me when the worst time comes?” He wanted an unbreakable vow from Xiaoming.

Lóng Wei knew when Qizhen would appear, the truth of his existence would also come to light. He also knew that Qiu Zedong would be ready to kill him because he would know the truth that Lóng Wei was not his son.

Xiaoming placed his hand above Lóng Wei’s palm while keeping his brows close. “Sure, I will stand for Brother Lóng Wei. This is the vow of Xiaoming.”

Lóng Wei was satisfied with that vow. He withdrew his hand and stepped forward when Xiaoming stopped him.

“Why did Brother Lóng Wei kill his mother?” All these years Xiaoming never asked this question from him. He considered it inappropriate because he was not close to Lóng Wei. However, their relationship started to get better after Lóng Wei returned from the cold palace and got married to Li Hua. He expected that Lóng Wei might answer him.

“Because she never loved me,” Lóng Wei replied without a bit of guilt in his voice.

“I remember that your mother was a nice woman. Is it truly because of that reason?” Xiaoming asked him.

“Of course. If she had cared and loved me a bit, I would have never killed her. If only she loved me like a mother,” Lóng Wei asserted. “For the Crown Prince, she was a nice woman because she always smiled at him, and blessed him. However, it was the opposite in my case,” he affirmed.

“I apologize to Brother Lóng Wei if I made him remember his past. Thank you for answering though. I truly wished your mother was good to you,” Xiaoming stated.