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

They returned to Prince Xiao's Mansion. Xiao Wenshu originally wanted to take Qingyu back to his room to rest, after all, it was already very late. However, he found that the light in his brother's study was still on, so he went over with him.

"Brother, I brought Qing Yu back."

"Okay." Xiao Yanqing responded.

"Take her to rest, and we'll talk tomorrow..." As he spoke, he noticed that Jiang Qingyu had walked to the table and was looking at him.

"Do you have anything to say?" Seeing her stay here.

"Your Highness, you lied to me." She muttered, her delicate and fair face showing a calm expression, without any emotion detected.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense, including for Xiao Wenshu and Qian Yun.

Because she was the only one who dared to speak to King Xiao like this, even though she had always been like this.

For Xiao Yanqing, although he didn't know why she said that, he could sense a hint of anger from her calm expression, as if she was angry.

"How did I lie to you?" He was a little curious.

"Your Highness said three or four days, but now it's been seven days."

He paused. Was it just because of this?

He hesitated and gave an explanation, "Even at night, you should reduce the number of times you return to avoid being discovered. You should know this."

"But you said it would take three or four days. I thought His Highness had changed his mind and that I would stay there for two months." She expressed her concerns. It was true. She didn't like this feeling and even hated it.

He stared at her and thought for a moment. Was she blaming him for not keeping his word and was afraid that he would not send someone to pick her up?

He thought she wouldn't care about such things, and thought it would be better for her to stay away from him and this mansion.

Yes, she said, she likes it here.

She rarely revealed what she was thinking. Every time he was able to sense her true emotions, he felt a hard-earned sense of relief. This time was no exception. He didn't understand why he had to explain, and didn't understand why he cared.

"Okay, I promise I won't lie to you again." His cold tone was unusually gentle.

When the words came out, the other two looked at him in shock. What did this mean, a promise?

"Really?" She wanted to hear him confirm it again.

"real."

After confirming it, she immediately smiled and said, "Okay, Your Highness. I'll go to rest now. We'll practice swordplay tomorrow morning."

Without waiting for his response, she skipped towards the house.

Facing the question in my mind just now, it seems that I have given an answer. Is it because I want to see her smiling face?

How ridiculous! He immediately denied his suspicion.

After they all left, he then asked, "Qianyun, did the Huanxiang Pavilion tell you about her recent training?"

"Reporting to His Highness, say that Miss Qingyu is very serious and Miss Hua is as strict as usual."

"Okay, keep watching her."

"Yes, but it's strange. She can sleep less than three hours a day and still continue to practice sword. Miss Qingyu is really..." He admired her.

Having said this, Qian Yun noticed His Highness's expression and quickly shut up.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness. I was too talkative."

His eyes narrowed slightly. If she could really achieve his goal, she would indeed be a rare woman who should not be missed. If it weren't for her identity...

Qing Yu was bathing in the bathtub, closing his eyes and leaning against the edge of the pool.

Sure enough, she still prefers this place. What kind of state of mind is this? Does she feel at ease?

In the early morning, as soon as the sun beams came out, she arrived at the open space on time.

"Your Highness." She rubbed her eyes and looked a little tired.

He glanced at Qing Yu with his cold eyes, and suddenly thought of something, "How is your training in Huanxiang Pavilion?"

"I am just following your Highness's request." She responded in a soft voice.

"Did anything happen?"

"No." She denied.

It's just that when she was practicing dancing and playing the piano, she felt an unconscious sense of pleasure in her body. Perhaps it was because Jiang Qingyu liked it very much, so it also affected her mood.

"Then let's start. It's been seven days. I wonder if there has been any regression." He sat down aside, as if waiting to see if she would regress.

"Yes, Your Highness." She cheered up.

As expected, it was His Highness who instantly felt the oppressive charm.

She gripped the wooden sword tightly and instantly used the moves she had mastered with the help of her internal strength.

For her, although she didn't have much time to practice, with her understanding in recent days, the body movements might be able to be used together.

Drive the breath, run through the body, combine with internal force, one step at a time, adapt, and grow into a habit.

This time she actually met his requirements on the second try.

"It seems you haven't forgotten."

"Then let's move on to the new content."

Surprisingly, she still had time to practice with the sword, and he could tell at a glance that her proficiency was due to her mastery through practice, and she actually still had the energy for such intense training.

Suddenly, he recalled what she had said, "I want to become as strong as Your Highness."

She is determined and serious about her efforts to become strong. She is truly a madwoman who is willing to risk her life.

Today's practice lasted for most of the day. Of course, this was Qingyu's own request.

"After today is over, someone will send you back in the early morning." Xiao Yanqing told her.

"Okay, Your Highness." She knew time was urgent, and she smiled without any objection.

Seeing Xiao Yanqing preparing to leave, she suddenly called him, "Your Highness, when will you come to pick me up next time?"

He paused, hesitated, and then gave an answer, "It won't be later than this time."

"Okay." She agreed obediently.

As soon as he left, Xiao Wenshu stepped forward and handed her the cup of water.

"Is Qing Yu over?"

She took it, smiled slightly, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Yes, isn't Wen Shu going back to the barracks today?"

"Well, I'll take you back and then go back to the barracks."

I don’t know how long Qingyu will have to train, and whether his body can bear it if he continues like this.

"Won't it delay?"

"Will not."

Qing Yu saw that he was frowning and had a bitter look on his face. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Xiao Wenshu thought for a moment, "Qingyu, you have to train in Huanxiang Pavilion and practice swordsmanship, can your body withstand it?"

She nodded. "Yes, I am a little tired, but I can still bear it."

"Qing Yu, promise me that if you feel too tired, tell me and I will convince my brother."

"Haha, okay."

"Qingyu! I'm not joking." Xiao Wenshu grabbed her shoulders with a serious face.

He was afraid that his brother would not care about Qingyu's life or death, but as long as Qingyu could still stand up, she would not give up.

"If you don't agree, I won't go to the military camp..."

Hearing this, she felt as if something was occupying her heart. Although she didn't know what it was, she felt a warm feeling.

"I promise." She interrupted Wen Shu.

She knew Wen Shu meant well, but she would not let him disrupt his original pace because of her.

"really?"

"Yeah." She nodded affirmatively again.

In the evening, she said goodbye to Xiao Yanqing and quietly sneaked into Huanxiang Pavilion from the back. It seemed calm and normal.

However, she didn't know that when Qingyu returned to her room, a strange pair of eyes was staring at her.