Rebirth: The paranoid war king was controlled by the crazy female protagonist

The next day.

The sunlight shines through the window onto Qingyu, who is covered with a quilt. The light and shadow fit her skin like a painting. Her long eyelashes are tightly gathered under her eyes, and her soft and neat black hair falls on the pillow.

Xiao Yanqing gazed at her lovely sleeping face, touched her warm cheek, felt her even breathing, and after hesitating, he got up reluctantly.

He put on his coat, knowing that she would wake up in a while, and also knowing that he still couldn't break the defenses in her heart.

All he could do was wait, wait for her to complete what she had in mind, wait... They believed in each other.

After a while, Qing Yu woke up and turned over lazily in bed.

Curling up, I vaguely recalled what happened last night and realized that he had been there the whole time.

Helplessly, she stood up and prepared to face reality.

He looked at him who was drinking tea peacefully, and fragments of memories flooded into his mind.

Is his tenderness, hugs, and care for her real? Or...

Dreams and reality merged together, and she couldn't tell which of his words were true and which were dreams.

He glanced at her sideways and noticed that she was trying hard to remember what happened last night.

"woke up?"

"Yeah." She bit her lip, "Your Highness, did I say anything strange last night?"

Worry about saying something you shouldn't, especially when you're drunk.

"No." Her face full of worry was so cute.

Hearing Xiao Yanqing say this, she instantly breathed a sigh of relief, but before she could completely relax, she heard him continue.

“I have done quite a bit.”

Suddenly, my heart rose to my throat.

What did she do?!

Xiao Yanqing naturally gave her the answer, "Throwing himself into my arms, and even pulling my clothes."

Her mind exploded, she pursed her lips, looking innocent, "I...I didn't mean it."

It's fine if she throws herself into his arms, but she also wants to take off his clothes, this...

She still had no memory at all. What on earth did she want to do? Could it be...

She closed her eyes in regret and decided not to drink anymore.

Seeing her so distressed, the corners of his lips couldn't help but raise a beautiful arc.

Immersed in her memories, she naturally did not notice his rare smile.

She threw back the quilt and tried to get up, but as soon as she moved, she felt dizzy and was forced to cover her head.

"Does it still hurt?"

He came to her side without her knowing, and stroked her head with his warm hands.

Hearing his words, I nodded.

"Hold on, it's coming soon."

She was startled. Immediately? You mean...

While I was thinking, the door was already opened and Hua Niang brought me breakfast and sobering medicine.

Only then did I understand that it must be Xiao Yanqing who asked Hua Niang to prepare it.

After a while, after eating, my head finally didn't hurt as much.

"feel better now?"

She smiled, "Much better."

"You really don't intend to listen to me at all."

She was stunned and stared at the profile of his face, puzzled.

Obedient? Didn't she listen?

Suddenly she remembered that she had promised him not to drink so much anymore.

"There was no way..."

"I don't want to dance or play music in front of that person, so..."

She tried to defend herself, but in the end she felt that she was just making excuses, "There won't be a next time."

He rubbed her head. How could he not know? He just didn't want her to take the risk of doing such a thing again next time.

"It's good to know."

Her eyes lingered on his face, and he didn't seem very angry.

"Your Highness, didn't you sleep last night?" He seemed to have been with her all the time.

"Sleep."

Hearing him say this, she nodded with relief.

"I slept with you wrapped around me."

She opened her eyes wide and looked at him in surprise.

Oh my God, I did so many “incredible” things last night.

"I... really didn't mean it."

It sounded like she didn't even believe what she said, so if this wasn't intentional, what was it?!

"Is it because you were drunk?" he continued.

She didn't know how to explain, so she lowered her eyes apologetically.

Because she knew that she did it on purpose, using the alcohol to release the desires that were suppressed by reason.

However, she suddenly realized that she was so unconscious last night, Xiao Yanqing would not take the opportunity to trick her.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Seeing how upset she was, he didn't have the heart to bully her anymore.

"Are you going back with me today?"

Hearing this, Shunran was delighted, but before he could say the word "want", he realized that he couldn't go back now.

"What's wrong?" He noticed her slightly changed expression.

"I don't know if this matter is considered a success for Jiang Zhuo, but he will definitely come to Huanxiang Pavilion to find me."

He thought about it and agreed with what she said, "Okay, I'll come pick you up after he finds you."

"it is good."

The two of them drank tea and saw that he was reluctant to speak.

"Why didn't Your Highness ask about what happened yesterday?"

As she spoke, she noticed his calm expression and came up with the answer, "Your Highness knows?"

His silence gave her the answer.

"No wonder His Highness doesn't want me to go." She unconsciously tightened her hand around the teacup.

Jiang Zhuo! He used me like a fool! Even if she was just going with the flow now, her purpose had never changed.

Suddenly, he covered her hand that had turned pale from pulling it, "Don't worry, I won't let Jiang Zhuo get what he wants."

He remembered all the pain, grievances, and forbearance she had endured, and he would definitely get them all back.

The hand he held was very warm, but...

"What do you mean?" She tilted her head slightly, not quite understanding.

He didn't tell her the reason, but just comforted her that he would come no matter what happened.

After that he left, leaving her alone in the house.

Wouldn't it be satisfactory? Was it to tell her what he would do?

……

Two days after the incident, this matter continued to ferment in Yongqing City and is now known to everyone.

What’s even more horrifying is that the man she met that day had his hands chopped off, his tongue cut off, and finally died tragically on the street.

The murderer was unknown, and everyone knew that the man died because he met her.

People were speculating that the man must have offended Miss Qingwu, so they didn't know which of Miss Qingwu's admirers took the first step.

When Qing Yu learned about this, although he was not sure who the murderer was, he believed that Xiao Yanqing must be involved.

But why did he do this? Was it a threat to him? Or was he trying to get justice for her?

However, this incident obviously angered Jiang Zhuo, and he came to her that day to question her.

"Did you do this?" Jiang Zhuo asked with a little anger.

"Of course not! He bullied me. If I wanted to kill him, he would not leave Huanxiang Pavilion alive." Qing Yu denied it repeatedly, pretending to be aggrieved.

She knew without thinking that Jiang Zhuo would be the first to suspect her.

"Really?" Jiang Zhuo lowered his brows and stared at her blankly.

"Of course, it's my father. I never thought that I would let my daughter meet such a drunkard and womanizer." She turned her head away and swallowed her anger stubbornly, as if crying silently to prove her innocence.

Jiang Zhuo's expression changed, and his cold and gloomy expression suddenly turned into false concern.

He held her hand and said, "I'm sorry, my daughter. I didn't expect him to be that kind of person. It doesn't matter. If he's dead, he's dead. Don't worry about what happens next."

"Is it really okay?" She followed Jiang Zhuo's words, and her grievance turned into fear.

"Don't worry, daughter. Your father will take care of it."

"But...daughter, do you know who killed him?" Jiang Zhuo's voice was soft, but his tone was stern.

Her eyes darkened slightly and she shook her head blankly, "I don't know either."

"Then how did this matter come to light?"

"The Huanxiang Pavilion is only this small. Someone must have seen it. Or maybe he went out and told the story himself."

Hearing this, Jiang Zhuo narrowed his eyes coldly, then nodded in agreement after careful consideration.

What she said does make some sense. The rumors on the street now only know that she met that man, but no one knows who asked her to meet him. It seems that it was not her who spread the news.