The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 848 - 404: You’ll Know Who I Am_2
No one in this world knows how cruel it is for that woman to serve as the pillar of the Order World.
Even he doesn’t know.
If you are not the fish, how can you understand the fish’s joy?
If you are not the fish, how can you understand the fish’s sorrow?
"Even so, Master will not tell junior brothers and sisters what kind of person the teacher truly is."
Huai Yin suddenly stopped smiling, her eyes deep: "Because she can’t bear to see her two students’ faith collapse, she cannot declare to anyone that the mastermind behind The Order of the Hidden is her husband, the former President. If this matter were made public, it would cause enormous upheaval both publicly and privately."
Jing Ci looked towards the East, his eyes filled with admiration: "So she chooses to bear everything alone."
To bear the burden, to bear the fruit of bitterness, to bear infamy.
Even if pointed at by thousands.
Even if... doomed to eternal damnation!
"This is the Emperor’s burden to bear."
Huai Yin said quietly: "Among us siblings, we’ve never truly respected anyone from the bottom of our hearts, except for Master. It’s a pity, ultimately, this world will betray her tenderness."
Jing Ci vaguely understood that the President’s death would soon come.
The rebellion of silver and gold may have long been planned.
The rebellion at this time was indeed unexpected.
"You’re not going?"
Jing Ci suddenly asked.
Huai Yin said with regret: "I have already failed her once; some things, once they happen, can never be undone. I am no longer the child I was. Having walked this path, there’s no turning back. Based on emotion, I should go save her. Based on reason, I have more important things to do. This too was our agreement; if I help him now, then all her efforts will be in vain."
Jing Ci understands his teacher’s temperament; he is someone who truly perseveres in his beliefs, almost akin to a God in his resolve—nothing would sway him emotionally to achieve his goals.
Even if the entire world perished before his eyes, he’d remain unwavering.
"Do you think I’m heartless, unfilial?"
Huai Yin stroked the car window, gazing at the distant golden light, and said, "Currently, my heart is indeed tearing in pain, wishing to send those unfilial offspring straight to Hell. But when you reach my age, you’ll understand, everyone will die, and death is no longer a dreadful thing. Compared to death, redemption is more important."
"Master’s redemption has already appeared, I only hope he doesn’t betray her tenderness."
His eyes solemn, with a hint of nostalgia: "After all, she left the best for him."
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In the laboratory of the Ancient Ruins, Gu Jianlin took out the secret medicine from the Qilin Wedge, casually pulling the stopper from the reagent, adjusting the dosage: "There are some things I didn’t want to tell you because they are too cruel for you but time is pressing, I have to speak. What is called Frida’s Schizophrenia is not actually a disease, but a residual effect of human experimentation. You heard correctly, it’s man-made."
Just this sentence left Tang Ling seemingly soulless, her pale face devoid of color.
Like a bolt from the blue, it tore open her psychological defenses unexpectedly.
Memories long forgotten poured forth like a flood, breaching her mental defenses.
"Look at your forehead, is there a scar like this?"
Gu Jianlin lifted her bangs, using the black phone screen as a mirror to show her face: "Look again at the foreheads of those corpses, aren’t there similar marks? You should think carefully, whom you met and what you experienced as a child, all are important clues."
"Don’t blame the President; she never regarded you as a tool or weapon. You’re her child, as am I. The President loves us and every subordinate she has. Old Gu and Old Tang volunteered for the mission back then, even defying her orders. How could someone like her send her subordinates to die?"
He said softly: "Old Gu and Old Tang, even in death, had to bear infamy, possibly by their own will, to protect their teammates, today’s Shadows."
"Shadows?"
Tang Ling murmured.
"I’ve met them; they are trustworthy, good people."
Gu Jianlin had never spoken at such length before, holding the secret medicine to her lips, gently saying: "Drink it, your injuries are severe, and there might be a fierce battle ahead."
Just earlier, he saw through the laboratory door, golden light soaring skyward.
Such dazzling brilliance he had seen before.
No one who witnesses this divine miracle would ever forget; this glory belongs to only one person in the world.
The President.
Logically, the President should be under the protection of the Order World.
She should not personally take part in battle.
Upon reflection, only one possibility remains.
Those within the Order World have betrayed her.
The President had long hinted to him what might happen once she fell gravely ill.
What would unfilial children do when seeing their dying mother on her sickbed?
The answer is clear, they would pull out the oxygen tube.
To inherit her vast legacy.
The highest seat of the Candle Light Law, an allure none can refuse.
Tang Ling’s thoughts were chaotic, subconsciously drinking the secret medicine, feeling the surge of vitality flooding into her, healing her waist wound, yet her face was paler as she softly said, "It’s bad."
