As bright as a star: Madam, she is an almighty little princess

The obsession still exists in my heart, but there is no hope.

Ling Yu was afraid that Ling Qi would fall into the inner demons of the past again, but he didn't know how to relieve her.

No matter how complicated state affairs are, no matter how complicated people's hearts are, he can handle them like a fish in water.

But facing Ling Qi, he loved, pitied, and felt guilty, but there was nothing he could do.

Wiping away the moisture on his face with his big hands, he stared in the direction of Ling Qi's bedroom without blinking and smiled bitterly.

"As a big brother, I am a failure. I have known about you and Xiaoqi for a long time."

He paused, and spoke in a deep voice, carrying unspeakable complex thoughts, which were especially heavy in the silent night, "It was only when she was with you that she finally lived like a human being. Can you... take her out?"

Ling Yu closed his eyes again, and the most precious thing in his heart was suddenly dug away, leaving him empty for a moment.

The autumn breeze is cool at night.

I only heard a mute promise, as if to the people in the courtyard, to myself, or to the people trapped in it.

"The rest of her life can only be happy."

"Thank you."

Ling Yu left, and Pei Yanxing was the only one left in the huge and empty garden.

The wind blows, bringing with it the fragrance that fills the courtyard.

Under the streetlight, a tall figure stood tightly with his back, and something was dazzling in his scarlet eyes, which were moist.

The next day, the sky was filled with thick dark clouds and the weather was very gray.

The condolence ceremony for the incoming president of Lingyuzhou was held in the mourning hall inside the Lingyuzhou palace.

Ling Qi, dressed in black and leading Ling Luye, who was also dressed in black, stood beside Ling Yu, receiving visitors in the mourning hall.

After the Ye family paid their condolences, they helped receive the visitors outside. Ye Qingci became much calmer at this time.

Pei Yanxing went to the airport to pick up a group of people who came from the capital and expressed condolences with them.

The crowd was crowded, and people from royal families from various countries came in an endless stream. Officials of all sizes in Lingyu Island arrived one after another.

After Ruan Qian and Fang Jianing expressed condolences with their relatives, they stood aside with Ling Qi.

There were a lot of people from the capital, and a few of them went with Pei Yanxing to pick them up in the early morning.

Pei Bingyuan, Shen Qingtang, Pei Yanan.

The Pei family has three rooms and a family of three.

Shen Yanyi, who is in politics in the Shen family.

Zhou Ziqian, Jiang Sheng, Lin Xingci, Mu Chen.

Lin Luzhi, Zhou Ziying, Tao Nian.

Everyone was dressed in formal black clothes, with white flowers on their chests, and looked serious.

The car drove towards the palace, and Shen Qingtang and Pei Yanxing were sitting in the same car.

Shen Qingtang's eyes were full of worry. "How is Xiaoqi's mood? Is her body okay?"

Pei Yanxing sat in the front passenger seat and was silent for a moment, "It's not good."

The car drove outside the mourning hall and a group of people walked in.

"General Pei."

When Ye Qinghuai saw the person coming, he and Ye Qingci went over to greet the group.

Later, many people came to express their condolences, and they were stunned when they saw the Pei family in the capital.

"Cousin, you are busy, I will take them in." Pei Yanxing said, leading a few people inside.

In front of the coffin in the center, a group of people bowed and offered flowers in order to express their condolences.

Then Ling Qi's dull face came into view.

Several girls behind him could no longer control their emotions and shed tears.

Shen Qingtang looked at the person not far away with a look of pity.

Ling Yu naturally saw them too.

The two sides walked towards each other, Ling Yu bowed and saluted as the son of the deceased, "General Pei, Mrs. Pei."

Pei Bingyuan looked at Ling Yu, "Thank you for your hard work, my dear. My condolences."

And Shen Qingtang had already covered Ling Qi's hand and held it tightly.

Upon seeing this, Ling Yu asked them to move to the inner room at the back of the venue. The two elders of the Ling family and the Ye family were sitting in the back.

"Xiaoqi, you also go to the back to have a rest."

Ling Qi didn't move for a moment, Ling Yu winked at Fang Jianing and Ruan Qian, one of them hugged the equally quiet Ling Luye, and the other half pushed Ling Qi to the back.

Condolences were still crowding in front.

The time has come, the coffin is lifted, and the majestic motorcade walks to the royal cemetery, the atmosphere is cold and solemn.

The four elders stood in the mourning hall and watched. Ling Yu and Ling Qi were at the front, followed by the mourners.

Royal cemetery, beautiful burial.

The coffin falls and everything is settled.

The group left the cemetery, and the guests left.

Ruan Qian and Fang Ganing did not follow back to the Presidential Palace.

Before leaving, Ruan Qian and Mu Chen, who had not seen each other for many days and only communicated by phone, looked at each other and did not dare to say anything.

Ruan Qian was taken back to Ruan's house.

Except for Shen Yi, who had official duties, the group from the capital left first. The others were not in a hurry to leave and were arranged to live in the palace.

The residence is not far from Ling Qi's palace.

The two elders of the Pei family also received the news of Ling Zhi's death. Pei Bingyuan and his wife visited Ling Xiao and his wife again on their behalf.

The others stayed in the palace and were not in a hurry to disturb Ling Qi.

Ling Qi also returned to her bedroom after the funeral.

As the sky grew darker, Pei Yanxing comforted Ling Luye and went to the kitchen to make some medicinal meals and brought them to Ling Qi's room.

Opening the door, the room was dark, the curtains were tightly drawn, and you could vaguely see a figure curled up on the carpet beside the bed.

Pei Yanxing's heart tightened suddenly.

The door closed and he reached out to turn on the light.

"Don't leave." Ling Qi's voice suddenly sounded, low and clear, with a hint of pleading.

This was the first thing she said all day.

Pei Yanxing's hand paused in mid-air. He put the bowl in his hand aside and walked towards the worrying figure.

Only when you get closer can you vaguely see the outline.

The man was leaning against the bed, his arms wrapped around his knees, his head buried in the crook of his hands, helpless and lonely.

Pei Yanxing stared at the person in front of him. He squatted down and his Adam's apple rolled again and again.

He whispered hoarsely, "Ling Qi, I'm here, don't be afraid."

Solid arms wrapped around Ling Qi's shoulders, and he murmured, "I'm here, I've always been there."

He slowly took her into his arms and patted her back.

For a moment, Pei Yanxing felt his clothes being grabbed tightly, the person in his arms trembled slightly, and his chest was stained with moisture.

Her heart tightened again and again, Ling Qi cried, crying in front of him for the first time.

But she even cried silently.

The man allowed her to cry.

I don't know how long it took, but Ling Qi's voice sounded again in the darkness, "Pei Yanxing, I want to know why, I really want to know why, what do I mean to them?"

His clothes were being pulled tighter and tighter.

In an instant, the man in his arms suddenly raised his head.

Immediately afterwards, there was a touch of coolness on the man's lips, and there was an urgency of dependence and fear of loss in his movements.

Ling Qi is scared.

The buttons on the collar were unbuttoned, and Ling Qi's hands moved down one by one.

"Ling Qi." Pei Yanxing gently pulled away, "Have you made up your mind?"

What responded to him was that Ling Qi took the initiative to untie his belt for the first time.