She finished a long paragraph in one breath, feeling a little excited and a little angry.
If Cheyue dies, what will happen to her? Even if she doesn't love her, that kind of guilt will haunt her for the rest of her life, and she won't be able to live in peace until her death, right? Although in the eyes of others, the life of a male concubine is nothing compared to that of a princess.
They cannot be confused, but there is no distinction between high and low in life, only between noble and low in the soul.
No matter who it was, if he died because of her, she would never feel at ease.
After all, she was not a murderer. She only killed the guards in the palace with a wave of her hand when she had no choice but to do so.
Cheyue looked at Ting Qingyu in surprise. The princess's face turned red with excitement. Her every word was so emotional that she couldn't help but feel a warm current passing through her heart. Ting Qingyu stepped forward and took out his hand, carefully opened it and took a look. She was immediately dumbfounded.
Blinded.[
On his left palm, a ferocious and large scar appeared across it, leaving a devastating mark on the beauty of this white hand.
Although the wounds have completely healed, the scars also prove the kind of pain Cheyue has suffered.
Ting Qingyu's heart trembled, and she slowly raised her head and looked at Che Yue.
Cheyue's eyes were soft and there was a smile on her lips, "It's okay, don't worry. Look at you, your face is so scared that your face is pale."
His heart was filled with joy. Although the princess's expression was worried, didn't it prove that he had begun to gain weight in her heart?
His tone was also so gentle, just like the tone of a long-lost lover. Ting Qingyu was startled, and a strange wave slightly arose in her heart, but unfortunately it calmed down quickly.
No matter how good Che Yue was to her, she still had to suppress herself, just like Xiao Wen suppressed his desire for her.
Ting Qingyu quickly let go of Cheyue's hand and cleared her cough, "I will arrange for the cook to make more blood-replenishing things for you in the future, otherwise it will be too much."
Che Yue's eyes dimmed slightly. The princess was obviously running away from something. She turned around and sat down, slowly forking out the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and said, "Che Yue, come and try it. This is my favorite pastry."