Hiding in the house, still blocking the constant sound of bells and kneels, Qian Chang felt slightly suffocated in her heart. She had been entangled in Qiye before, and had been so noticed by others.
pestering...
There was a hint of ridicule on his lips, pestering, yes, when he recalled all the past events, he was all trying to pester Qiye, claiming that he was taking the title of Qiye's woman, and not allowing him to look at other women.
, don’t allow him to have other women in his heart
However, I have never cared about Qiye's feelings. Are women so dull when it comes to love, and can't always see the truth clearly?
Maybe she was too proactive, so in Qiye's eyes, she became worthless.
"Why are you here?! Who allowed you to live here?!" The man's voice, clear and deep, suddenly sounded from behind.
Qian Shang suddenly came back to her senses and turned her head. He was in the room, dressed in bright yellow. He was young and handsome, but his eyes were cold, with a biting chill.
Qian Shang's heart ached, her face couldn't help but feel hot, and her heart started to beat.
"This slave has met the emperor"
It's that kind of seamless kneeling again, with a gentle smile on her lips
Qiye was stunned for a moment. The second time he saw her, she actually smiled at him.
However, the tone was so unfamiliar, unfamiliar? Pretending to be unfamiliar or not wanting to get to know him?
Qiye glanced at Qian Shang indifferently, she was acting, and she was so devoted in acting. They had known each other for so long, and they had been in love as husband and wife for a year. It can be said that he personally sent her to the cold palace.
Overturning her fate, she could still smile at him so distantly, without any emotion. Did five years of living in the cold palace make her become more and more scheming?
Everyone in the imperial temple knows that this room is where he prays for blessings every year. Unless someone cleans it regularly on weekdays, no one dares to come in privately, let alone if someone lives in it.
