Zhao Zhao Got His Wish

My name is Wu Zhuoyue, and the family who named me hopes that my life will be pure, pure, and detached, without being trapped by the world. Upon hearing this name, others thought I grew up in love. The truth is quite the opposite. Not only do I have no love, I don't even have a family. When my mother gave birth to me, she suffered from bleeding and died. My father hates me. He is different from others. He never cares about her blood flowing in my body. He only cares about my face that is similar to his. He felt that if he had not agreed to have a baby, perhaps nothing would have happened. He raised me until I was five years old, and then finally, he took my hand and killed himself. I can't remember what my mood was that day, whether I was hoarse and my lungs were splitting, or I was living in numbness, or I was exhausted and relieved. But no matter which one, I can't remember it now. I only remember his blood covering the back of my hand, extremely hot, like a piece of iron that has been burned for too long. Then the heat spread down my fingers and couldn't be shaken off anymore. The tribesmen said that I had a hard life and lamented that I was pitiful. It's pity, but there are many people who are willing to support me. My uncle is practicing in seclusion in a foreign country, and his reputation is so high that everyone wants to catch up with him. I am his only nephew, and this weight is enough for those people to pass me from one eaves to another. So, with no family to take care of me, I was living under the roofs of various households. They treated me well. When the food is hot, the seasons change. But I don't like it. Perhaps due to my personality, I have no interest in my clansmen or the excitement of sitting around the fire. They called me young master, so affectionately, that they turned around and hugged me with their own flesh and blood. I always sit alone on the porch, watching the sky, watching the tiles, watching the rain dripping from the corners of the eaves, one drop, two drops, connecting into a line, and then turning into a curtain. I never felt lonely or miserable. I just feel like none of this has anything to do with me. Kids my age dislike me even more. I have a dull temper and don't like to talk. When I do speak, I don't choose to say something nice. I learn everything very quickly, almost painfully fast. As time went by, they began to avoid me and started to look at me with blank eyes. Later, someone had the guts to scold me in front of me - even his father would kill Ke Qin. I didn't feel anything, I just accepted it lightly. I know clearly that living here for ten years is not what I want. When I was ten years old, I left. After leaving the clan area, I walked aimlessly. I tried to support myself. Widow Chen from a tofu shop saw that I was pitiful and asked me to help her with her work. She gave me food and drink. I obliged. I spent seven months there. But suddenly one day, Mrs. Chen offended her enemies and was killed by Fengyu Tower. I was taken back to Fengyu Tower and became the killer they trained. In the building, I don't fight or fight. Learn what you need to learn and practice what you need to practice. When others call me, I answer. No one called me, so I stayed in the corner. I am nimble with my hands and learn things very quickly, just like I did back in the clan. Only this time, no one dared to call me a freak. There was something extra in the way they looked at me - fear. I don't care. I have been afraid of adults since I was a child. My father is afraid of my face, my tribe is afraid of my tough life, and children of the same age are afraid that I learn too quickly. When you get to Fengyu Tower, it doesn't matter what you're afraid of. There are several teenagers of similar age in the building, and they occasionally gather together to talk. I never get close, I just lean against a pillar not far away and clean my knife. One night, they talked about Yun Qiwu, the emperor of Zhongzhou. Said Di Ji was lost. It is said that the news coming from Zhongzhou is that he and His Highness Situ Yeming ran away from Nanzhou. It was said that the Emperor of Zhongzhou was so anxious that he plastered her portrait all over the nine states, and the reward was so heavy that whoever found the Emperor would gain the territory of Lingshan, and Zhongzhou would also give it up. But if anyone touches a hair of Di Ji, Zhongzhou will use the strength of the whole state to get it back. "She is fourteen years old and has already reached the seventh realm. She is actually more powerful than Wu Zhuoyue." "Hush, her master is Guan Hongying, the best in the world." "A person who is reincarnated well, looks good, and has high talent will end the lives of others when he is born." I listened in the dark. Suddenly something moved in my heart. When I entered Fengyu Tower, I had always been considered a good player, but I never thought that there was someone better than me. They left and threw her portrait on the ground. I walked over and bent down to pick it up. The painting shows an angular and innocent girl. I thought, she is very strong and I will catch up. Her master is the best in the world, and my uncle is the second in the world. We are the same kind of people. I hid the portrait somewhere where no one would know. I spent two years and became the owner of Fengyu Tower. It took another year to grasp the thread of Blood Rose in his hand. I am in charge of all the shady businesses in the Imperial City of China. From then on, I attended the banquets of the powerful and began to trade with them. But she actually cut ties with the powerful and started to have enemies with them. We went down completely opposite paths. It seems like we are not the same kind of people anymore. I looked at her portrait and couldn't help but fall into deep thought. She, to me, is nothing. After I gained power, many graceful women threw themselves into my arms. Whenever they threw themselves into my arms, her deeds could not help but come to my mind. Three years ago, she accompanied Situ Yeming back to Nanzhou to support Situ Yeming in his fight against Situ Yu. Two years ago, Situ Yeming often visited the brothel, and she took the initiative to terminate her engagement with him. I just realized that she hates men who linger around and show off their emotions. She hated it, so I did it. Don't let any woman get close to you again. If someone approaches me at the table, I will excuse myself and get up. If you can't avoid it, sit as far away from the powder as possible. I never explain. Others just think that I am not close to women, or that I have a hidden disease. In fact, I didn't expect that I would be so protective of a woman I had never met. When I first met her, I didn't know love. When I found out about love, I already admired her hopelessly. Later, Purpose: I hope you have the ability to break the deadlock and the courage to get out of the predicament.