Seeing Beigong Qianling's frowning expression, Xiang Yinli just glanced at him in despair, his beautiful eyes full of endless sadness.
"Alas." Beigong Qianling still couldn't hold it back and sighed softly.
Xiang Yinli looked at the gloomy sky outside the window and said, "In three days, you will be crowned king and move into the palace. At that time, you will be freer than in the palace."
Her voice was calm, with a hint of melancholy.
Beigong Qianling turned to look at her, paused slightly, and then looked away with some shame.
She was right. At that time, it was much more convenient to meet Xiang Yini.
It's just that...he has another woman in his heart. The Xiang Yinliang in front of him does not make noises with him like other little girls, but sits so quietly. Gradually, the feeling of guilt and debt inadvertently comes to his mind.
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"I have something to say to Your Highness." Xiang Yinli's eyes were dark and he did not look at him.
"Say." Beigong Qianling still looked absent-minded and a little tired. He closed his eyes and raised his hand to rub his eyebrows.
Xiang Yinli lowered his head and covered his lower abdomen, saying: "My concubine...is pregnant."
"What?" Beigong Qianling suddenly opened his eyes, his face full of shock. In order to show his closeness to Xiang Yinli, although he doesn't love her, it doesn't mean that he hasn't done anything with her.
But...he still couldn't hide his surprise and panic when he heard the news.
Xiang Yinli seemed to have anticipated his unfavorable reaction, and was only frightened, not surprised, about her pregnancy.
She gently raised the corners of her lips, showing a bitter smile, and said: "I haven't told anyone yet, and the news will not reach the emperor. If His Highness doesn't want this child, I will find a way to abort it."
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Hearing this, Beigong Qianling's heart throbbed hard. Even though he had no love for her, he was not that heartless. He frowned guiltily, walked quickly to her side and sat down, raising his head.
He put his arm around her shoulders, hugged her into his arms, and said, "Fool, I want you to stop doing stupid things."
Hearing this, Xiang Yinli's eyes flashed with an unexpected daze. She looked at him in surprise, and her cold tone, pretending to be strong, was instantly tainted with a soft cry: "Really? You... think
Want this child?"
"Yes." Beigong Qianling nodded seriously. She is his wife, and he should shoulder the responsibility of being a husband and the father of his future children.
Hearing this, Xiang Yinli's eyes softened a little, and he showed a faint smile. He closed his eyes and leaned in his arms, saying: "That's great..."
The news of Xiang Yinli's pregnancy spread quickly. At the same time, Bei Gong Lie also urged Bei Gong Tengxiao to hurry up.
He never cared whether Xiang Yini had taken anti-pregnant drugs or not, and there was no movement in her belly. Even if she was really pregnant, he was determined not to leave the seed of another man.
As for Zhonggong Huanli, he couldn't tell what he felt like. He didn't know if it was because of her appearance, but he always felt at ease with her. A sense of familiarity lingered in his heart, which slowly eased the pain of losing Chu Jiao.
Li’s despairing pain.
But he knew that she was not Chu Jiaoli after all, and he would never have too much contact with her or have too many feelings for her.
It's night, quiet and silent.
Beigong Tengxiao leaned on a gorgeous tombstone, raising his head and drinking wine.
The inscription on the inscription reads "The Tomb of Crown Princess Chu Jiao Li". His eyes were dark and his voice was hoarse as he said: "Li'er, I know you don't like me drinking too much, but I just want to make you angry.
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After that, he frowned and took another sip of wine and said, "Will you wake up angry?"
After finishing his words, he showed a somewhat sad self-deprecating smile and said: "Li'er, I have a child. You are in another place, taking good care of our child, right? Can you... let me see you too?"
Meet our lovely children?"
He slowly took out a delicate piece of fabric from his arms, put down the wine bottle, lowered his head and slowly unfolded the fabric.
This is the little clothes Chu Jiaoli made for the unborn child. His fingertips traced the exquisite embroidery pattern, and he seemed to be able to imagine Chu Jiaoli embroidering it with a smile that contained happiness and expectation, and imagined
What a cute kid looks like wearing it.
He choked up fragilely and said: "I don't know whether our child will be a boy or a girl, like you or me? I hope that his temperament will be like yours, as gentle and sensible as my childhood.
Too naughty, if he inherits my temper, he will definitely make you angry..."
He was chatting to himself, looking at Xiao Yishang and smiling bitterly. He recalled in his mind what the imperial doctor said that Chu Jiaoli would never have another child. Even if she survived, she would have lost her only child...
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Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth suddenly, and his obsidian eyes darkened a little more. Whenever he thought of the tragic scene of Chu Jiaoli being dragged down the steps by Xiang Yini, he would kill Xiang Yini with a thousand cuts.
I can’t even forgive my hatred!
At the corner of the opposite wall, no one noticed that a woman wearing a black cloak was secretly hiding here, silently watching this sentimental man.
She just stared quietly, frowning and then relaxing as the man said, and then frowning again.
Today, a servant said that Bei Gong Tengxiao went to see the former Crown Princess. It was already past his prime time and he had not yet returned home. Chu Jiaoli was worried and somehow came up with the idea of secretly visiting him.
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Beigong Tengxiao's legs were bent and lowered, his hand hanging down tightly held the small clothes, and the hand on his bent knees held a wine bottle, and from time to time he would raise his head and take a sip.
The servants said that since the death of the former crown princess, Beigong Tengxiao began to drink alcohol. There were several times when he seemed to want to drink himself to death if Jingyue hadn't stopped him forcefully.
The man in front of him was full of vicissitudes of life, and a few strands of hanging hair swayed desolately due to the cold night wind, floating to his handsome face.
But she didn't think he was embarrassed when he looked so downcast. Seeing that he was not feeling well, she felt her heart twitch for some reason.
She really wanted to walk over quickly, grab his wine bottle and warn him not to drink anymore, but her feet felt like they were nailed to the ground and couldn't move.
What qualifications and status does she have to demand and control him?
What he wants is the former crown princess, and she is the only one he wants.
Chu Jiaoli had never thought that he, who was cold, aloof, and self-possessed, could actually have such a fragile side.
Thinking about it, he is an ordinary person of flesh and blood. It is impossible that just because he is inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people, he will not cry, be sad, or instinctively want to rely on one person.
Chu Jiaoli sighed helplessly, looked at the tombstone he was leaning on, and pursed her lips.
When the former crown princess was buried, he must have been sadder than anyone else.
