Zhao Zongheng stared at Si Ningchi, moved his mouth and whispered: "It is also a capital crime for a queen to deceive the emperor."
Si Ningchi glared at him angrily, stretched out his hand to touch his face and said, "That's no coincidence. I have committed many crimes of deceiving the emperor, but the emperor is so sincere to me today."
Don’t believe it?”
Zhao Zongheng rubbed her palm, lowered his eyes and said, "If you are telling the truth, why have you been so indifferent to me for so long, years and years ago?"
"I just... haven't thought about how to face the emperor." Si Ningchi sighed, as if he was thinking about something, smiled helplessly, sat down a little further and said: "The emperor went to the prison to visit the concubine Xian.
That day, my concubine was also there."
"..." Zhao Zongheng was stunned for a moment, then straightened his waist and said: "I just said goodbye to my old friend. I have absolutely no affection for Concubine Xian, and I definitely don't show any sign of reluctance. Wang Chengxiang can do this for me.
Testify."
Zhao Zongheng defended very quickly, as if he was trying to get rid of some burden. His furrowed brows were a little annoyed, but his eyes were full of seriousness.
Si Ningchi pursed his lips and smiled: "I know, but I overheard what the emperor said to the concubine Xian."
Si Ningchi raised his eyes, looked at Zhao Zongheng steadily and said: "I have always thought that I have concealed myself very well since entering the palace. I never thought that the emperor knew that I was not the original Si Ningchi." There are some words that have been hidden for a long time, and it is particularly uncomfortable to suddenly tear away the covering cloth.
Zhao Zongheng's body tensed up and he looked at Si Ningchi sitting in front of him for a while before silently lowering his head and saying: "These are all trivial matters, not worth mentioning..."
"Little things?" Si Ningchi smiled again. She looked at Zhao Zongheng with his head lowered and couldn't figure out why he didn't want to reveal it and didn't want to know the truth at all. He seemed to have no idea about the origin of his identity.
No trouble.
She hesitated about this for a long time, considering whether to admit it to him frankly. After all, it was such a weird thing. If Zhao Zongheng accepted the inability to expel her, what would he do?
Si Ningchi has been thinking a lot these days, thinking very seriously about the relationship between the two, and even thinking about the worst outcome. If Zhao Zongheng thinks that he is crazy and burns her to death, she might
I don’t blame him either.
There is also sadness, sadness, and even a bit of uneasiness, which is the uneasiness about when he truly loves me.
Today, she had planned to tell him everything, but she saw his attitude.
He is...
"Are you sure you want to confess?" Zhao Zongheng looked a little weird, and his eyes gradually became more cautious as he stared at Si Ningchi. He looked at Si Ningchi who was breathing secretly, as if he was doing some psychological construction, and his face looked like he was ready to die.
He raised his chin and said, "Then come on."
"..."
"?"
Why does she feel so weird?
Si Ningchi's original heavy and worried mood was mostly diluted by his appearance. He carefully considered his words and spoke out his soul from another world. What seemed to be difficult was actually just that.
Two or three sentences.
Zhao Zongheng was originally sitting upright, but after listening to Si Ningchi's words, his ridged shoulders quickly slumped down, and the nervous look in his eyes gradually faded away.
By the time Si Ningchi finished speaking, Zhao Zongheng had completely regained his composure, and he still had a strange atmosphere of 'that's it?'
