CHAPTER 1083: 1160: HE ALSO ONCE HAD A PURE AND INNOCENT HEART.

Gold, this color looks very noble; since ancient times, commoners have avoided it. Because usually, such an esteemed color is only dared or worthy to be worn by royalty. Although there has never been a clear regulation, it has long been an unwritten rule.

Uncle Jiang held a long robe with a golden white collar and approached Yi Ran.

Yi Ran was sitting in front of the Brass Mirror, biting a golden hairband with his teeth, his left hand reaching behind his head to grab his long hair gathered in a bundle, then his right hand took the hairband and tied up the hair. Finally, he took the Golden Jade Crown and placed it above the hair bundle. He was wearing a white inner garment, and his face was very calm. He stared at himself in the mirror for quite a while, then suddenly lifted his lips slightly, "It seems that over the years, I haven’t changed much."

Uncle Jiang: "Young master, allow this old servant to dress you."

Yi Ran stood up, looked at Uncle Jiang, his gaze briefly resting on the golden robe, then opened his hands, slowly extending his arms.

He dressed, fastened his belt, the resplendent golden belt encrusted with a row of gemstones, making Yi Ran both sparkling with jewels and extraordinarily noble, becoming increasingly dignified.

Uncle Jiang knelt on one knee, took Yi Ran’s foot, and changed him into the Cloud Pattern White Boots; during this process, both Uncle Jiang and Yi Ran were very quiet.

Until they were fully dressed.

Uncle Jiang looked at Yi Ran like this, as if returning to many years ago, seeing that simple-minded, kind-hearted young man.

But the young man eventually changed; the sharpness between his brows was unlike before, always being kind to others. Now, he is like a sharp iron sword. He had once sunk into pain and learned to suppress and endure; the ignorance, the passion, and the pure unknowingness of the past all dissipated with the wind.

He once had a heart of innocence.

Once.

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The Seventh Princess finished writing that letter, preparing to have it sent to the capital swiftly, but at this moment, a confidant rushed in half-crazed.

Confidant panting: "Your Highness, Ran... Prince Ranjun, he has broken in!!"

The Seventh Princess was stunned, her mind seemingly emptied in an instant.

Yi Ran, Yi Ran.

That child always called out "Seventh Sister" when young; because he was a Royal Family foster child, he was granted the title of prince by the Empress once he came of age, awarded boundless wealth and honor. But the young man of those days left everything behind in the capital for her, following her to Jiangnan.

Her heart ached, and she couldn’t help but clench the fabric at her chest.

Just then, slow footsteps sounded.

Yi Ran strolled over, behind him was a sea of blood. Uncle Jiang and the men he brought carried swords, and those swords dripped with blood.

He stepped his long leg over the doorway, then looked at the Seventh Princess sitting in the wheelchair, curled a thin smile at the corner of his lips.

"Seventh Royal Sister, parted for many years, still well?"

The Seventh Princess stared blankly at this man in golden attire; he was as he used to be, but taller. He was naturally handsome, but the former softness in that beauty now bore sharpness.

She took a deep breath. "Ah Ran..."

Yi Ran walked toward the Seventh Princess, and the confidant instinctively wanted to block him. Yi Ran ignored the confidant; the next moment, Uncle Jiang swept his Longsword across, blood splattered, covering the Seventh Princess’s face.

Her nostrils full of the smell of blood, the confidant’s blood flowed down her face. The Seventh Princess’s face slightly paled.

Such a reunion was too sudden; she was unprepared.

She had hoped for this day for many years.

She knew he hated her, but when truly facing it, she suddenly realized, the fact he hated her, her heart indeed hurt so much.