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

"Yan Qing." The smile on Qing Yu's lips drew his crescent-shaped eyes, but the hands behind his back had almost broken his skin.

She had never seen him so close to other women. Even the maids rarely got close to him. All his recent abnormal behavior was explained. This woman was the reason he couldn't say it out loud.

Because he was supporting the woman, she didn't hug him or hold his hand.

He naturally noticed it, his expression flustered and his guilty conscience hard to conceal. After making sure that Zhao Wanqiao was standing firmly, he immediately let go of her hand.

"Yuer..." His large figure stood between them, feeling torn.

He was worried that Yu'er might misunderstand, so he had to explain everything to her. However, since Wan Qiao had not yet recovered, he had to be careful.

"Who is she?" She tilted her head slightly, smiling, and looked at the woman behind her.

Zhao Wanqiao was also startled, and she opened her eyes slightly wide and asked, "Brother Yan, who is she?"

Who is she? She actually called Brother Yan's name?!

Brother Yan? This affectionate call added fuel to the fire in her heart.

He was not in a hurry to respond to Zhao Wanqiao's words, but was more concerned about her in front of him.

He leaned over and held her shoulders, speaking as softly as possible, "Yuer, let me explain later, okay? I will tell you everything."

This sentence did not make her feel better. Noticing the bruises on the woman's face and her haggard and sickly body, she became more certain of what she was thinking.

"It turns out that Tian Yanqing has been with her all these days." The smile disappeared from her face. It was more like indifference after anger than sadness.

His heart beat suddenly, and his tense heart was pulled hard. Her cold words penetrated his cold pupils and stung his heart.

She was angry, very angry.

"Yuer, I..." He wanted to explain, wanted to tell her the reason.

"Brother, what happened?" Xiao Wenshu, who had rushed over, interrupted them and locked his eyes on the person behind his brother.

"Wan Qiao?!" Xiao Wenshu shouted in shock.

"Wen Shu." Zhao Wanqiao also raised the corners of her lips in surprise.

"you are still alive?!"

"Brother, Wan Qiao is still alive!" Xiao Wenshu was so excited that he ignored the fact that she was already at the critical point of anger.

He quickly gave instructions, "Wenshu, take Wanqiao to rest first, and then let Yi'an go over to take a look."

Xiao Wenshu, who was overjoyed, immediately realized the current situation, nodded repeatedly, and took Zhao Wanqiao away.

Zhao Wanqiao took only two steps before turning back to look at him worriedly, "Brother Yan..."

"Wan Qiao, I'll come over later."

After hearing his words, Zhao Wanqiao left.

Just two simple sentences, calling each other's names, so friendly and natural, she saw it all.

……

He took her wrist and went back to the dormitory, trying to explain in a panic, but he didn't know where to start.

"Yuer, I..."

Just as he was about to explain, his eyes were fixed on her hand that was clenched into a fist. In such a short time, the skin on the palm of her hand was bleeding from being pulled by her.

"Yuer!" This was enough to prove how angry she was just now.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry Yu'er, I shouldn't have kept it from you, please let me explain, okay?"

Leaning in his arms, she felt the heat and warmth of his body, but the only unfamiliar smell made her feel irritated.

She was wondering if he had hugged the woman like this before?

"Okay." She responded to him expressionlessly.

Hearing her speak did not ease his anxiety at all. Her voice was cold and piercing, and she did not hug him.

His heart sank, and he slightly loosened his arms that were locking her, holding up her scratched heart, frowning, with great pity.

"Yu'er, does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

He met her eyes, no longer hesitated, and spoke slowly, "Zhao was my father's most loyal lieutenant and my father's best friend. Zhao had only one wife and daughter, who were very harmonious with my father."

"Zhao Wanqiao often came to play with me and Wen Shu since she was a child. After a while, our two families decided to arrange this marriage, but later..."

He told her everything that happened five years ago, and the three years of trying to survive, trying his best to take back the military power that belonged to them, and finally returning to this sad land and rebuilding the place as it is today.

For a long time, he talked about all the hardships behind it and the relief of recovering what he had lost.

"It turns out that she is Yan Qing's wife yet to be married." There was endless loss in her eyes, and even other inexplicable emotions.

They have grown up together for more than ten years and know each other very well. The feelings between them are something she cannot resist.

He reached out and cupped her cheek, denying, "It was true before, but now I only have Yu'er in my heart."

"Why did Yan Qing hide this from me?"

"because…"

Before he could respond, she gave the answer first, "Because Yan Qing liked her, or loved her."

His heart sank to the bottom, and he had no way to refute it because it was all true.

Yu'er was so amazing that he began to regret that he should have told her that day.

"Yu'er, that was in the past. I was inexperienced and ignorant about love. I thought that being together day and night was love. That was different from what I felt for Yu'er. Maybe I liked her, but that was definitely not..."

"Does Yan Qing still like her now?" She grasped the key points of what she heard, and her patience and rationality were stripped away bit by bit.

"Yuer, I only love you." He felt like his heart was being scratched by a cat. How should he explain it so that Yuer would believe him?

At this moment, Qian Yun's shout outside the house interrupted their conversation, "Your Highness... Miss Zhao is not in a good mood. Master Zhou said you'd better go and see her."

He didn't pay much attention to it, he only had eyes for her, how could he leave before he explained clearly.

"Your Highness!" Qian Yun shouted fearfully again.

She noticed his embarrassment and said after careful consideration, "If Yan Qing is worried, then go ahead."

He reached out and hugged her, fearing that if he left, there would be irreversible consequences. "Yu'er is still angry, how dare I leave."

Feeling his pain and regret, she still hugged him with heartache. She didn't want him to go, didn't want him to leave, but he was obviously worried about Zhao Wanqiao.

"Can Yanqing come back soon?"

He loosened his grip slightly, met her gaze, and read the fading anger in her eyes, "Okay, I'll be back after I tell her the truth."

She smiled and nodded, "I'll wait for you."

She watched him go, unable to sort out the emotions in her heart.

Jealousy, hatred, and pain?