Chapter 16 — Three Thousand Hairs Fall All Over The Ground, The Royal Regret Goes Crazy

The cold voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell. I don't answer. Just slowly stand up. Raise your head and calmly look straight at him.

“Your Majesty, what does this mean?”

“This young lady does not understand.”

"Not understand?"

He laughed coldly. There was endless sarcasm in his eyes.

“Good for an incomprehensible sentence!”

He suddenly reached out his hand. One hand grabbed my neck. Aggressively pressing me against the back wall. The wall is icy cold. With his hot hands. Makes me instantly feel suffocated. The distance between his face and mine was only an inch. I could even clearly see the flames of anger burning madly in his eyes.

“Stop pretending with this king!”

He gritted his teeth, speaking word by word.

“You wasted your time trying to approach this king and causing chaos in the capital.”

“Who is the person behind you?”

“What is your purpose!”

His hand clenched tighter and tighter. The feeling of suffocation becomes stronger and stronger. My face, due to lack of air, began to turn red. But my eyes remained calm as water. There is no such thing as fear. Just when I thought he was really going to strangle me to death. His movements suddenly stopped. His crazy eyes stared fiercely into mine. It seemed like in my eyes he saw something that made him extremely scared. It's a kind of familiar feeling. A familiar feeling engraved in his heart but he was forced to forget. The angry fire in his eyes gradually receded. Instead there was a kind of confusion and unbelievable fear. His hands loosened a little. His voice also began to tremble uncontrollably.

“Your eyes…”

“Why do you look so much like her…”

When he said the word "she". We see it very clearly. In the depths of his eyes flashed an emotion that he himself had never realized. A type of emotion called "horror". His hands are shaking. The hand that was strangling me was shaking violently and uncontrollably. He looked at my eyes as if he saw the most unbelievable ghost in the world. The other half of the world's once arrogant eyes that had never wavered were now filled with chaos and fear. He muttered, as if he was talking to me, but also as if he was asking himself.

“She is mentally dead.”

"She is at Tinh Tam hermitage, living the rest of her life with the ancient green light of Buddha."

"Obviously I asked 't to write that"

“Who are you anyway?”

“Why do you have her eyes?”

I looked at him, looked at his almost collapsed appearance. What arose in my heart was not the pleasure of revenge. It's a deeper, heavier kind of cold sadness. Turns out he didn't remember. He just didn't dare think about it. He single-handedly pushed the woman who loved him for ten years into the abyss. Then she weaved for herself an illusion that her mind was like ashes, separated from the world. From there, he would paralyze his so-called conscience, which was already full of wounds. How sad. It's ridiculous. I don't answer his question. I just reached out, used all my strength, finger by finger to pry off his hand that was strangling me. My movements are very slow, but very strong. The nails even dug deep into the back of his hand. He seemed like he didn't feel any pain, letting me escape his control. I hugged my neck and coughed. New air rushed into the lungs, bringing with it a cold burning pain like fire.

“King.”

I can finally breathe again. I raised my head and looked at him again. His eyes had restored their original cold and distant look.

“You got the wrong person.”

I say every word clearly.

“My name is To Dao.”

“Not the person you just mentioned.”

“And my eyes…”

I smiled slightly, but the smile did not reach the bottom of my eyes.

“Maybe it's just a coincidence.”

“Coincidence?”

Tieu Huyen's body staggered a bit. He took a step back, looking at me with eyes that were both probing, skeptical, and not daring to be certain.

“No, that's impossible.”

“In this world, there cannot be such a coincidence.”

He seemed haunted, constantly shaking his head.

“There must be a problem somewhere.”

“Tinh Tam am…”

He suddenly seemed to think of something.

“Yes, Tinh Tam am!”

He suddenly turned around, intending to rush out. He wants to go confirm. He wanted to see for himself the woman he locked in that ruined temple. In the end, are you still there or not? He wanted to expose the truth of the nightmare that had scared him until now. But how can I give him satisfaction?

“Is the king just going to leave?”

My voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached his ears. Successfully stopped his crazy footsteps. He stiffly turned around. Look at me with extremely complicated eyes.

“What else do you want to do?”

“Don't want to do anything.”

I went to the tea table and poured myself a cup of tea. Then lift it up and take a sip. Elegant, leisurely posture. It was as if the person he had just squeezed until he almost suffocated was not me at all.

“Just wanted to remind the Royal Family a word.”

I put down the tea cup and raised my eyes to look at him.

"Today you kicked down the door of my Van Thu pavilion, injured my people, and almost strangled me to death - a weak woman."