Only then did I clearly understand, the Imperial Uncle was much more tormented than I was, perhaps even a thousandfold.
He had even imbibed the poison that Fu Mingjun spoke of. That horrid substance tortured him for fifteen days before he succumbed to it.
The agony he must have endured…
And it was all for me. All his pain was my doing...
No wonder Lu Ming said he had been waiting for me for three thousand years.
Jing Yiren drenched herself in tears, immersed in her memories.
She didn't even hear Butler Wu knocking on the door outside...
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Lu Ming, having discussions about a contract outside, received a call from Butler Wu.
He said that Jing Yiren had locked herself in her room and was crying in secret.
Stunned, Lu Ming left the seemingly successful contract negotiations to his assistant.
He hurried back immediately.
