"Yang Xian, you…"

"I don't have any relatives left." Yang Xian didn't mind telling her about this matter. He could still remember the day he lost his family very clearly. It was supposed to be similar to any other day in his childhood, but that was not what happened.

Enemies came rushing in, killing everyone on sight.

Be it man, woman, children, or even animals, everyone was killed on sight. Yang Xian managed to survive by hiding under the corpse of his own father. He could remember how his father protected him with his body to make sure that the young boy survived.

His expression, his words, everything seemed as if it had just happened right in front of his eyes.

Yang Xian closed his eyes for a moment. He had a mother and younger siblings but they all died. He and his father were outside when the soldiers strike and his father covered him. With his father's body on top of him, the soldiers didn't find him.

However, he could see they rushed into the house and killed his mother and younger siblings brutally.

He could remember how he wanted to struggle free and yet his father forcefully held him. He told the young him that he should stay hidden and not do anything. If the boy dared to make a move, the soldier will kill him.

So, Yang Xian could only lie down and watched everything.

His family were killed, leaving him as the sole survivor.

His friends were all murdered, their bodies filling the streets.

The villagers who were just playing with him not long ago were dying and their blood formed a river in the village.

"They're all killed," Yang Xian summarized everything that happened in one sentence. He could not bring himself to describe everything that occurred back then anymore. The event was brutal and savage, letting him knew the cruelty of the world and the fact that war was so close to him.

"I managed to survive because I was covered by my father's corpse. However, no one in my family survived and none of my relatives can get away." Yang Xian was still holding Wei Liuying tightly, not allowing her to turn around and see his messed up expression.

"You can stop…" Wei Liuying's voice was low but she had detected the unease within Yang Xian's tone. Whatever happened there must have been very tragic and sad.

She didn't want to bring those memories back to Yang Xian.

He can just forget it all.

Yang Xian took a deep breath. "It's alright. After I survived, I end up in different village and the people there assign me to the village head to work there. I thought that it's already quite bad for me and things will not be so bad to work as a labor there.

But I was wrong.

It's not that hard to work as labor, but that's not all he wants us to do. Many of the children, both boys or girls will be told to serve the guests who come to the house and provide money for him."

Chills ran down Wei Liuying's back. When Yang Xian said the word 'serve,' his tone was cold so Wei Liuying could understand the underlying meaning.

Resisting Yang Xian's grip, she turned her body around and looked at Yang Xian before her. He was still looking in her direction with his dark eyes. Emotion brewed from within the depth of his eyes that he held back while his face contorted slightly.

Even at this time, he was still trying to control his expression from all the anger, disgust, sadness, and probably despair.

"I'm sorry."

Yang Xian shook his head. "Nothing happened to me in the end. I killed the village head on my second day there when they try to involve me along with the other guests who are present there."

The second day?

Wei Liuying had heard from the others that Yang Xian lost his parents when he was like 6 or 7 years old? It meant that he had already started killing people at that tender age?

Somehow, she didn't want to hear anything more about what had happened to Yang Xian back then. Hearing it right now only made her feel angry, yet she was helpless to help him. Because during the time it happened, she was nothing more than a baby or toddler who hadn't understand anything.

"It's scary isn't it? A child who's barely 7 years old is already killing an adult with no regards of anything." Yang Xian smiled bitterly. Aside from Wei Liuying, only Prince Ji Sheng knew about this. He had no intention to tell anyone about this in the past because it was horrible.

For a child who was supposed to still understand nothing to take other people's life so easily, what would they grew up to?

After he had seen the brutality of the war, he had no more qualms of taking other people's life. All he wanted was to be able to survive and life well. However, the price he had to pay for that was not the same as what other people normally had to.

But back then, even if they didn't know about this point, people still abhorred him and hated the fact that he could stay near Prince Ji Sheng. He was deemed to be too dangerous, yet Prince Ji Sheng cared not for it. Because after that day, he grew to be a child whose hands had stained with numerous people's blood.

"No. It's not."

Yang Xian arched his eyebrows and looked at Wei Liuying through his dark eyes. Their equally dark eyes were looking at each other.

"I did the same. I killed the concubine who tried to frame my mother through schemes when I was 7 years old."

The two of them were silent as they stayed still in their place. Both of them understood very well the weight of what they said.

It was the same as saying that you're not alone and you should not bear the burden by yourself. Even though neither one of the two said the sentence openly, they both understand each other's thoughts.