Forced to be a third person: I turned around and left the palace to marry a villain

The night was so quiet that even the wind blowing through the woods on both sides of the street and the sound of rustling leaves could clearly reach the ears.

On the street, Jiang Xue turned around slightly, her eyes filled with sadness looked deeply into the eyes of the young man in purple behind him under the mask, as if waiting for him to say something.

The wind blew past the silk ribbon tied with the jade plaque around Jiang Xue's waist. In just a moment, the silk ribbon was blown off by the wind or it was already loose. The jade plaque fell straight to the bluestone floor with a "clang" sound. A slight noise alarmed Jiang Xue. She immediately knelt down and reached out to pick up the jade token. She trembled and turned over and over to check it for a long time. Then she regarded it as a treasure and tightly held the jade token with the corners cut off in her hand.

Jing Ye looked at the thin and petite figure squatting on the ground indifferently, and suddenly said coldly:

"No matter how tight you hold it, it won't break into pieces."

Jiang Xue only held Broken Jade tightly, and blood slowly dripped from her fist. She stared at it, as if she had lost all consciousness of pain.

She lowered her head and spoke for a while, with a choked and broken voice.

"sorry."

"I'm sorry."

Jing Ye raised his head slightly and took a deep breath. There seemed to be heat waves rolling in his throat. He swallowed with all his strength and said calmly:

"Princess Changle is joking."

"I don't understand what you're talking about. Why have you ever been unable to stand up to me?"

"Aqi..." Jiang Xue called out in a low voice.

"Xiao Qi is dead," Jing Ye said, his voice neither happy nor sad. "Even if he hadn't died at your hands as the princess wished, he would have died in Qingzhou long ago."

"Xiao Qi has long been gone in this world."

"Princess is sorry, I will never be able to talk about it in this life."

Jiang Xue understood, but he didn't want to admit it.

To him, Xiao Qi is now just a past that has been completely annihilated in this world.

He won't admit it.

The last glimmer of hope in Jiang Xue's heart suddenly disappeared.

Xiao Qi once said that back then.

If one day she abandons him, he will never look back.

What's more...

She even killed him back then.

If it were her, she would not forgive Jiang Xue in the past, despite all the hardships and bloody nirvana.

Jiang Xue suddenly smiled lowly, then stood up in a daze, lowered his head and walked forward.

The edges and corners of the jade pieces in his hands were deeply pierced into his palms, and occasionally blood dripped to the ground, like red chrysanthemums blooming.

Jiang Xue never looked back, only walked slowly towards Gu's house step by step.

Suddenly, the sound of roosters crowing suddenly sounded from nowhere. The night gradually faded, and in the blue-black sky, the fish-belly white morning light slowly rose from the east.

Jiang Xue couldn't remember how she walked all the way to the street where Gu's house was located. She only felt that her legs were as heavy as lead.

She slowly turned around, but Jing Ye did not follow her.

She laughed at herself, suddenly walked to the corner of the street, squatted down in despair, buried her head in her knees, and suddenly burst into tears.

There is no more Xiao Qi.

There is no Ah Qi in this world.

It's been a long time since I've felt pain like this. Jiang Xue thought, the last time it hurt like this was when the eldest brother passed away, during the many dark nights after the news of Xiao Qi's death came.

Her internal organs seemed to be squeezed together by something, especially her heart. It seemed as if a pair of big hands were rubbing and squeezing it until she couldn't breathe.

Her consciousness became more and more trance-like, and she vaguely seemed to see the corners of the dark purple robe.

Her eyes were blurred, and she subconsciously reached out her hand to grab the piece of robe, but in the next moment, she fell completely into unconscious darkness.

When Jiang Xue woke up, she was covered with a fluffy and clean brocade quilt. In front of her eyes was the gilded tent ceiling with green cloud gauze. She wanted to stretch out her hand to prop herself up, but when her hand touched the mattress under her body, she felt a sharp pain in her heart. She screamed out in pain subconsciously.

"hiss--"

"Ah! Why is Your Highness awake?"

A low shout came from the bedside. Jiang Xue turned around and found a person lying on the outside of the bedside. He was sitting upright and looking at her. It was Fu Dong.

Jiang Xue frowned and asked, "When did I come back?"

Fudong heard that her voice was a little hoarse, so he quickly closed the gauze curtain, stood up, walked to the table, poured her a full glass of warm water, brought it to the bedside, and quickly took the two soft pillows on the side of the bed. He helped Jiang Xue up with one hand and put the pillow behind her with the other hand.

Fu Dong picked up the teacup and brought it to Jiang Xue, saying: "Your Highness, drink some water quickly. Xiaochun mixed it with honey."

When Jiang Xue saw the water in front of her, she felt unbearably thirsty. She took the cup and drank it in one gulp.

"Ask you," Jiang Xue asked doubtfully, "When did I come back and how did I come back?"

Fu Dong frowned slightly and hesitated to say: "Your Highness, Your Highness also said that my cousin came back at midnight, but you were nowhere to be seen. My servant and Xiaochun waited until almost dawn last night and still didn't see you coming back. I was so anxious that I sent someone to look for it."

"How did I come back?" Jiang Xue asked again.

Fu Dong hesitated and said: "It's just that the guards went out to find you..."

Seeing her evasive gaze, Jiang Xue said seriously: "Tell the truth."

"Yes...it's King Ruichong of Nagan Kingdom," Fu Dong muttered. "At dawn, the servants and the people Xiaochun sent out haven't found you yet. They are as anxious as a hot pot. There are so many ants that I wish I could go out and look for them by myself, but I'm also afraid of attracting attention in the front yard.

Later, the slaves heard that the fragrant dew came to report that there was a candle burning in your house, so the slaves hurried over and saw Prince Ruichong. "

Jiang Xue lowered her eyes and said calmly: "Did Jing Ye send me back..."

It was him. The figure she saw in a trance last night was indeed him.

Did it turn out that he had been secretly following her last night?

why......

Why do you still treat her like this even though you have already made it clear?

"Well," Fu Dong bit his lip and nodded slightly, "Although he was the one who sent His Highness back, he repeatedly went overboard like this. He entered His Highness's boudoir without saying a word, and hugged Him at every turn..."

"Okay," Jiang Xue interrupted gently, then turned to look out the window. Seeing that the sky was blue and the sun was white, she hurriedly asked, "What time is it?"

"Chen hour has just passed," Fu Dong said worriedly, "Your Highness has only slept for two hours. Please put down the gauze curtain, Your Highness, can you sleep a little longer?"

Jiang Xue shook her head and said, "I still have important things to do today. Help me up and wash me up."

Fu Dong put his hand under Jiang Xue's palm, looking worried, and said: "Your Highness, what happened to these hands? How come these good hands are so injured when they come back?"

Jiang Xue thought for a moment and said hurriedly: "My jade..."

Her eyes suddenly touched the wooden table at the head of the bed, and she saw the jade medallion with its corners cut off, lying peacefully on it. There were dried blood stains on the jade body and the silk ribbon tied with the jade.

"It was this Lao Shizi who hurt His Highness." Fu Dong said angrily, "I just took it out and threw it away. It is a sinister object of unknown origin. It is an eyesore for Your Highness to keep it."

"No," Jiang Xue said softly, "find a skilled craftsman and see if it can be restored to its original state."

She sighed slightly: "If it doesn't work, let the craftsman wrap it with gold wire and inlay it. It must be repaired."