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This kiss was domineering and gentle. With full patience, Jiang Jingchuan pried open Tu Qingyu's teeth bit by bit.

The girl's body was too young to withstand his teasing.

Tu Qingyu's body quickly softened, and he could only let out a vague sob.

She opened her eyes, tears streaming down her face.

When Jiang Jingchuan let go of her mouth to move down, she choked and whispered, "No... Your Highness, no..."

This thin voice struck straight into Jiang Jingchuan's heart. He stood up and looked at the man whose eyes were red from crying.

He reached out his hand and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips.

"Why are you crying? Isn't it good to stay in the palace?"

Tu Qingyu sobbed, "Your Highness, I, I got married outside the palace."

Jiang Jingchuan nodded, "I know."

"You know?" Tu Qingyu raised his head, doubts in his eyes.

"What you promised is your aunt's cousin."

"Hiccup..." Tu Qingyu burped and immediately covered his mouth in shock.

Jiang Jingchuan reached out and rubbed her head, "You heard me, please stop covering it."

Only then did Tu Qingyu put down her hand. She looked at the man and said seriously: "I thank Your Highness for your love, but I have already made a promise to you. My cousin is very nice..."

At this point, she lowered her head shyly, "I, my slave, like my cousin very much."

"Really?" Jiang Jingchuan looked unpredictable, "How much do you like it?"

"I have been with my cousin since I was a child. My cousin would take me to the streets to play, and he would save the money to buy pens and ink to buy me food. My aunt and mother have said very early that when I grow up, I will Married to my cousin.

If not..."

"If your father hadn't passed away and your life had been unsustainable, you wouldn't have entered the palace as a maid, would you?"

Tu Qingyu looked up, and all he could see in his big eyes was, 'Your Highness, how did you know?'

"Your cousin got married. June [-]th last year was a good day." Jiang Jingchuan said calmly.

"Your Highness, what are you talking about?" Tu Qingyu said with an ugly smile, "This is impossible, Your Highness, stop talking nonsense."

How could my cousin get married? They had already made an engagement, and my mother would not agree.

Jiang Jingchuan looked at the uncomfortable little girl, not caring whether she could bear it or not, and continued: "Your mother passed away on the sixth day of March last year, but they hid it from you."

Tu Qingyu was frozen there, with tears still hanging from the corners of his eyes, motionless.

Jiang Jingchuan thought she was feeling uncomfortable, but when he looked carefully, he found that she was not breathing.

He quickly patted the little girl's back, "Qingyu! Qingyu—inhale, Qingyu—"

After four or five pats, Tu Qingyu came to his senses, breathing heavily.

She held Jiang Jingchuan tightly with her slender fingers, so hard that her fingertips turned white, but she looked at him unblinkingly.

"Your Highness, you, you are joking, right?"

"Your Highness, you can't joke about this kind of thing... It's not funny at all..."

He was joking, but the tears in his eyes were even more intense than before.

Large pearls, like broken pearls, hit the brocade quilt and disappeared, leaving only a small halo of water.

Jiang Jingchuan admitted that he felt distressed but had no regrets.

She must know this matter. The day she doesn't know, the day she will miss her unkind and unjust cousin.

He doesn't allow it.

The reason why she told the other party the news of her mother's death so quickly was because she didn't want her mind to be occupied by her cousin's marriage.

She cried silently, and for the first time, His Royal Highness, who had always been strategizing, felt helpless.

He could only calmly pat her back and comfort her.

After half an hour, when he saw that the little girl was still crying, he couldn't help but said: "Stop crying!"

If you cry again, your eyes will burst into tears.

Tu Qingyu ignored him and he said it again, this time in a harsher voice.

"You..." Tu Qingyu looked up at him and said in a choked voice, "You're bad! Get out...I, I don't want to see you..."

Jiang Jingchuan frowned and almost blurted out a bold sentence.

I lowered my eyes and saw that the little girl was crying really sadly, her eyes and nose were all red.

He sighed, "Then go out, be good. If you can stop crying later, I agree to take you out of the palace to see you when you feel better."

Tu Qingyu started crying when she heard the word "out of the palace". She looked at him as if to confirm whether the other party was serious.

Jiang Jingchuan curled his fingers and flicked her forehead.

"Gu Yi always keeps his word. It's up to you."

After saying that, he got up and left.

It wasn't that he didn't want to be with Tu Qingyu. Firstly, he had already told her that he didn't want to see him. Secondly, he felt really sorry for the little girl when she cried.

Both distressed and upset.

Feeling upset, he had no choice but to leave, out of sight.

After everyone in the hall had evacuated and the door was closed, Tu Qingyu collapsed on the bed, still sobbing on the surface.

I was already chatting with Dabao quickly in my mind, "How is it? Have my acting skills improved?"

Dabao: "Yes, yes, my little master is truly the chosen actress. Really, my heart aches for your performance!"

Even the early qynn heroines couldn't cry like her.

Tu Qingyu nodded inwardly, "I also think you performed very well today. Why don't you, Prince, be obsessed with me?"

"By the way, feed me some spiritual liquid. My eyes are sore after crying for a while."

"Here you go."

After Dabao finished speaking, a small jade bottle appeared above the bed.

This spiritual liquid came from the spring in the meson space. After experiencing the thunder knot, the magic weapon took her through time and space, and the meson space was damaged.

What was once a large spiritual spring can now only produce a few dozen drops a day.

These dozens of drops can only be collected by Dabao in a bottle in space.

But for a world like this without much spiritual energy, a few dozen drops are enough.

After collecting enough luck and repairing the magic weapon, the spiritual spring should be able to return.

She didn't want to get up at all, so she just opened her mouth and said, "Dabao, show me your mouth."

"Good little master."

The bottle was opened, and the spiritual liquid accurately fell into Tu Qingyu's open mouth.

The sweet and spiritual liquid flows through the body, smearing it with blood and resurrecting it.

She felt that she could perform it for about ten more performances.

After a while, she stopped sobbing.

After all, the prince said that if she stopped crying for a while, he would take her out of the palace.

Although she doesn't care, her character cannot be destroyed.

On the second day, the first thing the prince did after going to court was still to see her.

Her eyes were red and there was still moisture in her eyes, but it could be seen that she was trying her best to endure it.

Seeing the prince come in, after greeting him with courtesy, he stretched out his hand to pull the other man's sleeves and whispered: "Your Highness, this servant's body has recovered. I don't know when..."

"All right?"

"Well, all right."

"When I ask the imperial physician to examine you, he will take you out of the palace as promised."