Chapter 645: Love Has No Right or Wrong! A Single Strand of Hair?

Su Yang looked at the man before him, grieving profoundly over his wife's death, and felt no ripple in his heart.

"The suffering you bear is of your own making; others cannot intervene, nor have the right to intervene."

"Do you mean I personally caused my wife's death?" Tang Youning stepped forward, his height close to 1.9 meters, looking down at Su Yang.

"Could it be that I caused it? You know clearly what's right and wrong," Su Yang said softly.

"Su Yang, Su Yang, you are still the same as before, never shedding your cold-blooded and hard-mouthed nasty habit!" Tang Youning rasped.

"Stop trying to get close; I'm not familiar with you, and your words are just a one-sided display of your own incompetence," Su Yang said unflinchingly, looking up to meet his gaze.

"Ha ha…"

Tang Youning suddenly burst into laughter, "I thought you would repent from the heart, but in the end you remain as cold and heartless as ever."

"Stop blaming me; your wife has nothing to do with me. She is neither my date nor could she ever give you a cuckold's hat," Su Yang said calmly.

"What did you say?"

These words seemed to strike Tang Youning's sore spot, and his expression suddenly turned fierce.

"I said it's good that your wife died; if she hadn't, you wouldn't have the right or chance to sit on the Ascend God Seed's throne," Su Yang explained.

"Fine, fine!" Tang Youning laughed angrily, "I'll see how long you can be arrogant!"

"The future is hard to predict, but I'm just that arrogant; I can't change this nasty habit," Su Yang said.

Tang Youning snorted coldly and descended the stairs; as he passed Su Yang, his shoulder brushed him, as if venting his anger.

Su Yang brushed the dust off his shoulder, "When you walk, remember to keep your eyes on the road; if you bump me like this again and cause any trouble, you won't get away with it."

Tang Youning gave no reply and headed straight to the end of the corridor.

Without looking, one could tell he was heading to the kitchen.

Su Yang's words deeply pierced his heart.

When old matters are revisited, the most sorrowful is the person involved.

The other's goal has indeed changed, yet it remains a pain he cannot erase in this life.

Su Yang's attitude further stoked the fire, making his heart feel like being torn by a knife.

This "Revenge" battle will ultimately end in life-or-death.

Facing the onlookers' gawking eyes, Su Yang waved his hand, "Apologies for the spectacle, be on your way."

At this moment, Li Zhenhua came over, pursed his lips and asked, "Did you really give him a cuckold's hat?"

"I'm not interested in married women," Su Yang shook his head, "Besides… even if I did, he wouldn't be as angry as he is now."

"Isn't that wrong? Shouldn't he hate you enough to want to kill you for the cuckold's hat?" Li Zhenhua asked, puzzled.

"First, he firmly believes his bond with his wife is deep; love is profound, responsibility is heavy. If she can't find happiness with him and even finds another man, he would at most be sad and resent her infidelity."

"Second, the woman he loves, after just one date, throws herself into another man's arms; he can thus see his wife's true nature early, and even if she dies, he would hold little resentment."

"Finally, he should actually thank me for cutting his losses early," Su Yang said.

"Seems you see this aspect clearly," Li Zhenhua realized.

"Not really, it's just human nature; whoever it is, it's the same," Su Yang shrugged.

Although each person has many faces, one can infer his mind based on each individual's habits.

Precisely because the two loved each other intensely, Tang Youning cannot accept it; he is unwilling and refuses to recall.

His wife chose to sacrifice herself for him, which emotionally makes a devoted man unable to accept.

His heart is full of regret, but to keep moving forward, he chooses to shift the negative emotions onto Su Yang.

Similarly, he uses every means to climb up, surely aiming to resurrect his beloved.

Perhaps in his Cognition, as long as he sits on the Golden Throne, his wife can rest peacefully, never facing death threats in this life.

From his standpoint, this action is beyond reproach.

Tang Youning is not purely evil; he is just like most people, doing what must be done.

But it is absolutely unacceptable to direct the idea onto Su Yang's head.

"Where is the Master Room?" Su Yang asked.

"Go inside and the fifth room; the Master Room is large, but it seems there is little valuable information inside," Li Zhenhua said.

"Thank you."

Su Yang gave a slight nod and stepped toward the destination.

Arriving at the door, Su Yang looked at the exquisitely carved patterns and, with a little force, pushed the gate open.

In an instant, a distinctive pine resin scent wafted in.

"This smell…" Su Yang furrowed his brow, feeling it was somewhat familiar.

When he entered the room, something suddenly flashed in his Brain.

"The kitchen has this scent too!"

Su Yang's gaze suddenly fixed on the Dressing Table, where a crack had clearly formed at the corner of the mirror.

In front of the mirror stood a device burning pine resin.

He stepped forward, lifted the cover, and found only scattered powder inside, the resin long burnt out.

There were few Cosmetics on the Dressing Table; Su Yang opened each one, fanned them with his palm, and sniffed the scent.

"The fragrance is faint, without a bitter almond note," Su Yang thought.

He set the makeup box down and turned to look at the Master Bed.

The bedding was very tidy, not a speck of dust.

Su Yang lifted the quilt and saw the pristine sheets bore no marks.

It shows the Maid's daily routine is impeccably maintained.

Su Yang took off his shoes, lay down on it, feeling the soft mattress and Pillow's lift, and an inexplicable drowsiness swept over him.

"Nobility life truly is nourishing…"

Pine resin wafted around the Nose tip, and the warm, thick blanket covering the body felt like entering a cozy harbor.

It made one unable to resist a good sleep.

Su Yang turned over and lay down on the other side of the bed.

"Hmm?"

He furrowed his Brow, reached out to touch the mattress beneath him, and his confusion deepened.

"This position…"

He hurriedly got up, ripped the blanket and sheet aside, and then leaned forward, his Vision Perception level with the mattress, scrutinizing it.

He saw that the mattress had a barely perceptible deformation, with one end noticeably sunken.

The other end, however, was as flat as new.

Su Yang vaguely recalled that the Silhouette he saw in the Count's portrait was not a fat man.

On the contrary, it was a middle‑aged man who liked hunting, with an exceptionally well‑kept physique.

The Countess's figure was not bulky, but it was not particularly slender either.

The two's weight difference was roughly forty jin.

Just on that point, over time the mattress could indeed become deformed from use.

But…

Su Yang, with sharp eyes, pinched a golden hair strand from the mattress.

The hair was about thirty centimeters long, and its length made it easy to judge that its owner was a woman.

But…

Su Yang spun around abruptly and saw that the Master Room wall bore a portrait of the two snuggled together.

And the Countess in the portrait…

"She has black hair!" a flash of brilliance flashed in Su Yang's eyes.