The royal family has been the most ruthless since ancient times.

For the sake of the throne, father-son love can be abandoned, brother-in-law love can be abandoned, husband-and-wife love can be abandoned... The royal family is ruthless. If not, the emperor would not call himself alone.

But Miaoyu in front of her is so beautiful and charming, she has been practicing in a monk for at least several years. She is only seventeen or eighteen years old now. If she counts a few years later, she is only twelve or thirteen years old when she became a monk. She is still a delicate and gentle little girl. Could it be that her father is willing to give up even her?

Jia Cong couldn't help but feel pity for her and sighed repeatedly: "You don't have to be sad anymore. After all, it's a thing of the past. Besides, your father had no choice but to do so, otherwise he wouldn't hurt you..."

Miaoyu smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, he naturally had no choice. For the sake of the dragon throne, he didn't know how many people he hurt, I am just one of them. The most pitiful one is him, for me... Alas... Forget it... I am no longer a person in the world, and those things will never do with me anymore..."

Miaoyu's face was bitter and her voice trembled. The tears hanging on her eyelashes finally fell into the teacup in front of her. However, she seemed to have no idea, picked up the teacup and drank it slowly.

Seeing Miaoyu lowering her head and holding the teacup without saying a word, Jia Cong looked slightly pale, as if he was immersed in the sad past and could not extricate himself. He didn't dare to ask again now, so he could only pick up the teacup silently and drink tea with him.

However, after hearing her words, Jia Cong could guess that her father seemed to have plotted against her sweetheart in order to fight for the throne, and the father and daughter turned against each other.

But now, one of them has become a monk and no longer nostalgic for the world, but the other has a dream that has become empty and will not be free for life. If she had known this today, why would she have been too persistent at the beginning, and would have hurt the relationship between father and daughter. It would have been a big loss.

Jia Cong was pondering here, when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door, and the knocking sound was very heavy. He was definitely not the movement of the female disciple in the Yangcui Temple, but it seemed like a man was knocking on the door. This scared Jia Cong at the moment.

In the middle of the night, who could knock on a nun's door? Although Miaoyu was practicing with hair, she was also practicing, and she was also a monk and a nun. It seemed too inappropriate for a man to knock on her door in the middle of the night.

Jia Cong was shocked at first, but then he remembered that Miaoyu was different. Although she was extremely rich, she insisted on giving up Ronghua and becoming a nun. She was able to come to Rongguo Mansion to practice, which was inappropriate everywhere. It didn't seem strange that a man came to knock on her door in the middle of the night.

Thinking of this, Jia Cong's expression calmed down and looked up at Miaoyu.

But seeing Miaoyu frowned at this moment, she asked coldly: "Who is it?"

She was about to finish her questioning, and a man outside replied, "Sister, it's me."

When he heard that he was visiting late at night, he was indeed a man, and he claimed to be Miaoyu's brother, so he naturally came from the prince of the East Palace. Jia Cong was immediately curious and didn't know what Miaoyu's brother came to her for.

Miaoyu became even more disgusted when she heard the voice of the person who came, and her voice became colder: "What brother and sister, your sister has long been dead. I am Miaoyu and a monk. Please come back quickly."

After hearing Miaoyu's answer, the man couldn't help but sighed deeply. After a while, he persuaded softly: "Sister, why are you doing this? After so many years, are you still unwilling to forgive your father? He had no choice but to do that back then. Don't you know what the situation was? If it weren't for the purpose of saving our whole family's life, Dad would never have implicated him, you..."

When Miaoyu heard the outsider talk about the past, she became more and more irritable and scolded her repeatedly: "Forget it, forgot, let's stop talking about it. Now I am no longer a person in the world. The past is like a passing cloud and smoke. I have forgotten it all for a long time. Even I don't know who you are, please go back."

Miaoyu was so determined and her words were extremely ruthless. The man outside the door couldn't help but choke up and said, "Sister, are you so cruel? We brothers and sisters are so good at getting together, have you forgotten all? When you were a child, I was the one who despised you the most. I carried you on my back every day and secretly took you to the street to buy delicious food. Before this, I have received so much punishment, have you forgotten...

After hearing the man's words, Miaoyu sighed immediately, her eyes didn't feel red. She only heard her softly say: "I have forgotten those things long ago. Besides, the sister you loved at that time had long died. It was Dad who killed her with his own hands. Have you forgotten? I am Miaoyu, a monk, and I don't know you, so please come back..."

The man outside the door did not expect Miaoyu to be so hard, and couldn't help but feel even more sad. He persuaded him softly for half a day. Seeing Miaoyu never agreed to meet, he had to cry outside the door: "Sister, I know, of course my father has broken your heart, but now he has received retribution and is confined to the suburbs and cannot be free anymore. Now he is old and has a big body, and he always calls your name in his sleep. As a son of man, seeing that his father was tortured so much, he has to come to beg you. Now that you have become a monk, Buddhism emphasizes compassion. Can't you follow me to meet him?"

Miaoyu in the room heard such a mournful begging from outside the door, her eyes were already red, and tears were sprinkled over her clothes. She walked to the door and reached out to open the door, but she still hesitated and retracted her arm, turned around and cried, "Please go back, now the time is no longer, I can't see him... There will always be times to see him in the future..."

Jia Cong was motionless and talked to the man. When he saw Miaoyu again, he was filled with sadness and stood quietly in the moonlight and trembled slightly, as if he was crying. He could no longer help but feel distressed, so he got up and came to Miaoyu and gently pulled her slender hand, pinching it slightly to show comfort.

Miaoyu noticed it for a moment, and immediately raised her head and looked at Jia Cong with tears in her eyes. Her beautiful eyes were full of sadness, and she felt even more sad and pitiful.

Jia Cong was about to comfort him, but he heard the man outside ask again: "Sister, do you really not recognize us? Are you really so cruel? Not to mention our deep love between brother and sister, do you not plan to repay your kindness in raising you? Doesn't Buddhism emphasize repaying grievances with kindness? Do you not even plan to repay your kindness in raising you? Then what are you practicing?"

Jia Cong couldn't help feeling very unhappy when he heard the man's question: The man was moved by emotion at first, which shows that Miaoyu never refused to let go, and seemed to be impatient, pressing every word, and then it was very condemned and forced.

Seeing that Jia Cong was about to speak, Miaoyu hurriedly reached out and covered his mouth, shook her head with tears in her eyes.

At this moment, Miaoyu was very close to Jia Cong. Jia Cong's eyes were filled with the jade light of a beauty, and a very intoxicating sandalwood fragrance penetrated into the end of his nose. His face was touched by the jade hand of a beauty. He was immediately confused and felt that it seemed like a illusion in front of him, not knowing whether it was awake or a dream.
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