I, the one in the heavens, am here to protect my bottom line in all realms.

It was because it sensed its daughter's presence. Unexpectedly, this child was also someone who knew how to have fun. It quietly made contact with Paper Doll No. 1 and brought it to Jiang Siyou's side. The family of three had a rather unusual little gathering.

The three continued to keep an eye on Yu Qingyuan, and finally Yu Qingyuan made a move.

Yu Qingyuan suddenly swept everything off the table, creating a series of crashing sounds. He roared, whether from anger or heartache, "Useless trash! How dare you die when I'm not dead yet!"

However, the roar was actually not very loud. To Jiang Si and the other two who were so close, it was only slightly louder than a breath.

At this moment, Yu Qingyuan's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice became so hoarse that he could no longer speak. He was still pounding the table with his fists, looking like a madman. In their eyes, he looked like someone who was so heartbroken that he could not vent his emotions.

This behavior touched Jiang Si slightly, making her think that this twin brother wasn't so hopeless after all; at least he still had family affection in his heart. It was just that his environment had caused him to not know how to love others.

But the reversal the next second instantly dispelled that idea, and he even felt that the original owner might have affected his intelligence, and that this person was just a pervert.

Having vented his anger, Yu Qingyuan slumped into the chair behind him as if exhausted, covering his eyes with his hands, his chest heaving violently.

After calming down, he sat up straight again, his eyes filled with a gloomy expression.

He slowly took out a very ordinary jade pendant from his pocket, his eyes gradually becoming vacant. His fingers unconsciously caressed the pendant, silently muttering something. Judging from his lip movements, he said, "Didn't you say you would always stay with your brother? You wouldn't dare to die without my permission. It's all a lie..."

Like a revolving lantern, the images kept flashing through his mind, as if he had returned to that tense and terrifying night.

The mother was unusually calm, her voice as cold as ice, and her words were decisive and ruthless: "Zhuxi, take Ayou away to be castrated and give him a proper identity."

For the first time, his younger brother, who was like a shadow, showed strong resistance. Tears almost welled up in his eyes as he looked at his mother with a pleading expression. Even at that moment, he was still very sensible and did not shout or scream, but only pleaded softly, pitiful and desperate.

The mother remained unmoved, coldly ordering Zhuxi to carry out the command without ever glancing at him.

After he was taken away, his mother knelt down and held his shoulders, earnestly instructing him, "Yuan'er, you must remember, you must never let anyone know that you are twins."

After he answered, he was also taken away.

That evening, the Empress Dowager and the rest of them were all ordered by the Emperor to be imprisoned in the Cold Palace.

That same night, he witnessed his mother gather a group of people and order Zhu Xi to kill them all. Then, she set fire to the corpses and himself. Before he could even utter a cry, Zhu Xi covered his mouth and silenced him.

He witnessed his mother being burned to death and was so heartbroken that he fainted.

When he opened his eyes again, he and his younger brother were lying side by side on the bed in the Cold Palace, with Zhu Xi guarding them.

But Zhu Xi was somewhat frightening at this moment, not in his expression, but in a feeling.

As expected, Zhu Xi's first words were: "Young Master Yuan, you must avenge the death of the Empress."

The once kind Aunt Zhuxi changed overnight, becoming a person full of hatred.

This was just the beginning of the torment. Perhaps he went mad and, tormented, began to abuse his younger brother, which gave him a sense of satisfaction and pleasure.

Because no matter how much his younger brother was abused and tormented, he always cared about his older brother. He felt guilty, but he couldn't help it.

Once, Zhu Xi discovered him, and he thought he would be scolded, but to his surprise, Aunt Zhu Xi just watched from afar without stopping him; in fact, she seemed to approve. She walked over slowly, reached out and patted his head, as if praising him for doing well. She took out two very ordinary jade pendants from her bosom and handed them to him as a reward: "These are left to you by the Empress."

After saying that, he threw the remaining one onto Yu Siyou, who was lying on the ground in pain, and went back into the house without lingering, disappearing without a trace.

Yu Si, lying on the ground, struggled to pick up the jade pendant, gradually tightening his grip. His eyes slowly reddened. He tried to sit up and tentatively reached out to hold his brother's hand.

At that moment, he didn't back down; they might be each other's only family.

Later, Zhu Xi discovered that he no longer bullied Yu Si. Sometimes, he suffered even more severe abuse and torment. He tried to resist, but what he got in return was increasingly perverse torture. At that moment, he seemed to understand something.

But he's so naive, he never holds a grudge, he's like dough, easygoing and trusting.

Zhu Xi suddenly disappeared and never returned, leaving him only a tunnel leading out of the palace.

That same year, he came into contact with the outside world for the first time, but he found himself out of place. He began to learn how to disguise himself, and his younger brother became his stand-in when he went out.

He came to his senses and looked at the jade pendant with complicated emotions. He couldn't believe his brother was dead, but he was dead, and he died so quietly.

He gradually closed his palms, his fingernails piercing his hands, but he felt no pain; the blood stained the jade pendant red.

He felt dizzy and disoriented for a moment, as if his soul had left his body. A feeling of lightness and heaviness enveloped him, giving him a sense of floating and making him want to sink to the bottom.

Time seemed to drag on, and finally that feeling disappeared, as if his soul had returned to his body, leaving him feeling empty.

He stumbled and ran to open the door, his face pale, and ordered his subordinates, "Take me to see his body."

Zhang Chengyuan and the others also followed them out of the palace through the tunnel.

Yu Qingyuan, who was being helped, still twisted his ankle. Then, the man in black carried him on his back, and the speed instantly increased several times.

One person and two paper figures sped up to catch up, and soon arrived at a steep slope.

The man in black put Yu Qingyuan down, drew his sword, and aimed it at a thick tree. Using both skill and internal force, he quickly carved out the shape of a shovel, and began digging at the grave.

Digging up a puppet's grave in the dead of night was quite a novel experience, and the three of them didn't find it boring at all, watching with great interest.

Finally, the coffin was revealed. The man in black used his inner strength to open the coffin with a single palm strike, and then went to help Yu Qingyuan.

Zhang Chengyuan and the other two did not intend to go forward. The puppet's current state was not pleasant. Although they all knew it was not a real person, it was still creepy to see it in the middle of the night.

Yu Qingyuan meticulously examined the body's identity without any hesitation. Even after confirming it, he still refused to believe it until the jade pendant was found, at which point he finally gave up hope.

He staggered to his feet and walked away, his back to the coffin, and instructed the man in black: "Prepare his remains properly."

He gazed in the direction of the palace, his eyes dark and his expression growing increasingly ferocious and deranged, filled with a destructive desire. His voice was so soft it could be carried away by a gust of wind, but the one person and two paper figures who had been watching him closely heard him clearly… (End of Chapter)