Before dawn, Wan Qiqing walked out of Prince Qing's palace in court clothes. Before leaving, he carefully explained, "Take good care of her. If anything goes wrong with her, you are the only one to ask!"
"Yes!" A row of guards leaned over and responded.
He got into the sedan chair and glanced worriedly at the palace. His eyes converged, he lowered the curtain of the sedan chair and drove towards the palace against the dim sky.
The candles had long been extinguished, and there was not a trace of light in the darkness before the sun and the moon. The silence in the room revealed a touch of sadness. The woman on the bed lay there quietly, her pale face haggard. The floating white walked slowly.
Close. His fingers stroked the marks on her neck, over and over again.
She shouldn't have to bear all this.
He reached out and touched several acupuncture points on her body, and the woman let out a few low moans, and her body squirmed uneasily. Her eyebrows tightened tighter and tighter, her long eyelashes trembled, and finally she slowly opened her eyes.
Mai Mai opened her empty eyes, struggling as usual between dreams and reality. The pain throughout her body reminded her that everything that happened yesterday was not a dream.
Qing'er is dead, but she is still alive.
"Qing'er..." The moment she recognized the fact, tears welled up without warning. She didn't know how all this happened. She had no time to react or think. She only knew one thing, Qing'er was dead, and she
's brother died.
He slowly covered his cheeks with his hands, and heartbreaking sobs came intermittently from his palms.
"Why do you do something stupid?" A voice suddenly appeared in the room, causing Mai Mai to stop crying quickly.
He took his hand off, raised his eyes and turned to look at the person standing in the room with tears in his eyes.
He was still as thin and frail, still as indifferent and cold, and still as ethereal.
She slowly turned her head back and closed her eyes, unwilling to look at him again. Therefore, she could never see how deep the pain was in those clear eyes and how deep the desire was hidden under the indifference.
Her indifference was more hurtful than any sharp weapon. He knew that the moment he recognized this, her heart had been completely closed.
He lowered his eyes slightly and turned to face the gradually brightening window.
"Don't you want to take revenge, don't you want to seek justice for Qing'er?" Rufeng's voice sounded soft and helpless, yet extremely clear.
Her chest rose and fell irregularly, and his words added a heavy touch to her already dim and colorless heart. With the cruelty of hatred, her eyes that opened again glowed with a strange red color.
"Didn't you say that you would spend the rest of your life hating me? Why, are you backing down now?" He wasn't sure how long he could be cruel. While hurting her, he heard the sound of his heart being torn apart.
"If you want to hate me, don't do anything that makes me laugh." The moment he finished speaking, he disappeared as quietly as he came.
Not leaving will only make him want to take her into his arms.
His widened eyes were covered with a layer of hatred.
She just lay there motionless.
After Wan Qiqing came down from the court, he rushed to Maimai's room without having time to take off his court clothes. When he opened the door and saw the scene in front of him, he was stunned on the spot.
Mai Mai was sitting at the table, eating her breakfast calmly, with two empty bowls already placed in front of her.
She walked over happily, "Jun'er, you..." Then she raised a happy smile and slowly sat next to her, "You are finally willing to have a meal." Since returning home with him, she has not had a meal. When she came back
On the way, he had already thought that he would force someone to drink it today. Unexpectedly, when he came back, he saw her taking the initiative to eat. The happy feeling was pure and happy.
Without saying a word, he swallowed the food in his mouth hard. It wasn't until the bottom of the third bowl of porridge was reached that Mai Mai put down his chopsticks. His eyes finally turned to Wan Qiqing, who was watching her closely, "You violated our previous agreement.
, you failed to protect Qing'er." There was no trace of accusation in his calm eyes, but he was not angry or intimidating.
Wan Qiqing's eyes stared at her intently, "I'm just at your disposal." There was a rare look of awe on his domineering face.
Glancing at him, his expression remained calm, "I will continue to fulfill my previous agreement, and I will help you defeat all your opponents! Including Wan Qi Zhao and... Wan Qi Hao!" He paused slightly, raised his eyes, "There is only one condition,
Leave Wanqiu to my disposal."
He was right, she should seek justice for Qing'er! The only motivation for her to live is hatred! Hatred for him!
The complexity in his eyes disappeared in an instant. Wan Qiqing lowered his head slightly, "I will avenge you. I don't want you to be involved in it again. This battle is more cruel than you imagined." Ignore it.
Brotherly love, only for the throne. Who can understand how much?
"No need! I will avenge myself, otherwise..." Mai Mai clenched her hands and lowered her eyes, "I don't know why I want to live."
At this moment, he understood.
"Okay!" Wan Qiqing stood up, "I will help you achieve what you want, but you must take good care of yourself before that." He could finally relax, she would not seek death again, and nothing could be done.
He was more excited than this.
As for her hatred, as long as he wins the throne as soon as possible, it will be the biggest blow to her enemy.
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In Jinse's house, Dong'er walked back with a few pieces of cloth in her arms. When she saw Mrs. Mei, she couldn't help complaining immediately, "Why is that dragon girl back in the house again? Doesn't she have her own residence in the palace?"
Why do you still come here to fight with Madam..." Dong'er was shocked to realize that she had lost her words, and she quickly stopped.
Mrs. Mei held the poem scroll in her hand and seemed to be engrossed in reading it. She didn't take Dong'er's words to heart, "Is King Qing still taking care of her these days?" She just asked casually, but no emotion could be heard.
Mentioning this, Dong'er was full of complaints again, "No, it's just that my brother died. As for seeking death and living like this. I think she is using King Qing's guilt to win King Qing's sympathy. Then, she will find ways to arrest him.
Live in Prince Qing’s heart and become the princess of Prince Qing’s Mansion!”
His hands trembled slightly.
Mrs. Mei smiled nonchalantly, "Dong'er said it before. Hey, I originally depended on my brother for life, but unexpectedly, that lovely child suffered a misfortune. She is indeed pitiful."
She thought that she could not mind what happened that night and just pretend that nothing happened. She was still the happy and indifferent Mrs. Mei in Prince Qing's palace. But as soon as she heard about him and her, she could no longer help her.
Calm down. The sadness welling up in my heart clearly told myself that she was jealous and that she cared!
After all, she is just a woman, a woman who deeply loves her husband.
Dong'er put the cloth on the table, "Huh, really, the housekeeper can't figure out who is the mistress here. All the fine and colorful cloths have been sent to the dragon girl, so we can only
Pick up some leftovers and bring them back! There is no such thing as flattery, isn't it just because of King Qing's recent..."
"That's enough!" Mrs. Mei put down the book and looked slightly stunned, "When did you learn these tongue skills?" The hidden jealousy was easily stirred up by Dong'er's few words, and it burned more and more in her chest.
"This slave deserves to die!" Dong'er was so frightened that she fell to her knees. After serving Mrs. Mei for so long, she had never seen Mrs. Mei get angry, let alone reprimand her.
Trying to calm down and suppress her irritation, Mrs. Mei stood up and said, "I'm going to take a walk in the garden. There's no need to follow me."
"yes."
Slowly walking out of Jinse Residence, she walked aimlessly along the winding cobblestone path in the garden. She had long known that the one in his heart was Lan Xuanjun. How could she become a narrow-minded woman like Mrs. Jie again? Ridiculous, ridiculous
, she was called a talented woman in vain.
In the garden pavilion, there was a faint conversation. Mrs. Mei stopped and took a look. The picturesque Lan Xuanjun was sitting there. The housekeeper and several servants holding cloths stood respectfully on both sides, staring at Zhang Lingqing.
The king's beautiful face fascinated him, and his feet came closer without knowing it.
"Dragon Girl, look at this one again." The steward bowed his head and took one from the servant's hand and placed it in front of her. "This is a tribute given to Prince Qing's Mansion by the Emperor as a tribute from another country."
Mai Mai waved his hand boredly, "This is given to you Prince Qing's Mansion, what are you using it for for me? You should give it to Mrs. Mei!"
The housekeeper looked at Mai Mai in embarrassment, "Well, this is what King Qing meant."
"I don't need it," Mai Mai lazily stood up and walked out of the pavilion without saying anything else.
"Dragon Girl, Dragon Girl," the housekeeper and his servants quickly followed.
Seeing the scene before her eyes, Mrs. Mei turned around quietly and followed the path she came from, taking each step slowly.
Give it to her? Charity or mercy?
She doesn't need it? Likewise, she doesn't need it either.
In the solemn and majestic palace, Emperor Zong's exquisite eyes were fixed on Wan Qiqing, "Do you know what you are talking about?"
"Return to the father," Wan Qiqing said without giving in. "Although she is a dragon girl, she was once the concubine of my son! Even if my son wants to return her, what's wrong with living in Prince Qing's palace? What's more, she has a throne.
Father should be happy to have Dragon Girl as his daughter-in-law."
"Presumptuous!" Emperor Zong was furious, slapping the table with both hands, standing up and pointing at Wan Qiqingqi, "I don't care how you acted nonsense before, she is now a dragon girl, her status is extraordinary, how can you allow you to act so wantonly? This is
How do the people in the world view my Wanqi family? In short, I will never allow you to return to her!"
"What if I insist?"
Lifting his eyes and glaring at the resolute Wan Qiqing, Emperor Zong suddenly suppressed his anger and slowly sat back on the throne, "Lao Qi's illness has improved a lot. Lao Liu also gradually regained his playfulness and helped me."
Stop being busy." His unhurried and unhurried attitude is thought-provoking.
Wan Qiqing tugged at the corners of his lips, "It should be a joy to have the sixth and seventh brothers be able to be used by the emperor. They will definitely surprise the emperor." The determined tone contained a deep meaning, and he ignored it completely.
Emperor Zong’s hint.
As if he couldn't understand him more and more, Emperor Zong stared at him intently for a long time and sighed slowly, "Fourth, you have always been the son that my father valued. Don't let my father down."
"Father, your focus at this meeting should not be focused on our brothers. No matter how good your performance is, it will only be for your father's sake." Wan Qiqing said seriously, "The most important person for you is Emperor Mo.
uncle."
Sharp eyes flicked over and stared at him, "Have you found him?"