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

Her eyes were as cold as those of a demon, devouring the flesh, and apart from the intent to kill, they were devoid of any emotion.

The sword in her hand was so cold that she almost trembled.

She was enduring and trying her best to suppress a certain desire in her heart.

The voice inside gradually faded away, and she left quietly and returned to her room.

The dagger in her hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound. She seemed to be unable to control her body. She collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

The tinnitus and verbal abuse in her ears never stopped from that moment on, and the severe pain in her head made her unbearable.

She knew what she wanted to do, but not now. It was not the right time yet. She had to stay calm and be patient.

"Hehehe..." A smile as eerie as a silver bell squeezed out of her throat.

She grabbed her arms tightly and forced herself to be patient, no matter how disgusted or angry she was.

From that day on, she gradually reached the level that satisfied Hua Niang, and she returned to normal. The horror and coldness of that night was like a dream, a strange nightmare.

It was not until the day she returned home that Xiao Wenshu, who happened to be free, came to pick her up.

"Qingyu, are you okay?" Xiao Wenshu saw that her face was pale and her body looked a little weak.

"Well, I'm fine." Qing Yu raised the corner of his mouth and smiled.

Nothing had changed, but Xiao Wenshu still noticed something was obviously different. In addition to being physically tired, he also seemed unhappy in his heart.

However, no matter how much he asked, she just told him that she was fine.

"Brother, Qingyu said she went to sleep." Xiao Wenshu came to report.

"Yeah, okay." Xiao Yanqing raised his eyes and noticed his sad face.

"What's wrong? Are you still unhappy after coming back?" Wen Shu didn't have this attitude when Jiang Qingyu came back in the past.

Xiao Wenshu was indeed worried, "Brother, can you let Qingyu rest for a few more days? She seems to be in a bad condition."

Hearing this, a faint light flashed in his dark eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

Every time she came back, she would always chat with me, but not today.

Recently, the people who were monitoring her in Huanxiang Pavilion also reported that her training time was getting longer and longer. He wanted to wait for her to tell him herself, but he didn't expect that she was still insisting.

"Okay, let her rest tomorrow."

When Xiao Wenshu heard his brother readily agree, he was immediately delighted, "Okay, brother. I'll go tell Qingyu right away."

He looked at Wen Shu who was leaving and sighed, "Is Wen Shu too concerned about Jiang Qingyu?"

"Your Highness, Miss Qingyu has been behaving herself so well, and there is nothing else..." Qian Yun hadn't finished her words when she met his warning gaze and quickly shut up.

"Do you also think it's a good thing for me to be so laissez-faire?" He originally wanted to stop it, but now, apart from a mandatory warning, he could no longer stop Wen Shu.

"Although the prince is young, he has his own judgment." Qianyun expressed his opinion.

"You mean, it's useless even if I take care of it alone?" he said casually.

"No, Your Highness...I dare not..." Qianyun immediately lowered his head and admitted his mistake.

But he also thought that Wen Shu was no longer a child.

"Perhaps some things, whether good or bad, require him to see clearly by himself. Just treat it as a training."

"Your Highness is right. Miss Qingyu is right in your sight. She doesn't dare to do that."

"I'm afraid not."

Although he didn't understand Jiang Qingyu, he was sure of one thing: Jiang Qingyu would not be stupid enough to let him control her. If she was obedient, it could only mean that this matter was beneficial to her.

Qing Yu soaked in the bathtub, the hot water covering her body. Only at this moment was her brain the clearest.

She recalled what she heard at the door that day. It turned out that Xiao Yanqing's purpose was to let her participate in the selection of the oiran in a month. Regardless of the difficulty, if she succeeded, what would happen next? What would Xiao Yanqing plan to do?

Since she was the only one who could do it, then she should be sent back to Jiang's house? But why choose the Oiran? Could the title of Oiran have any influence on her?

Also, the woman named Kuiyue should admire him, and it is also possible that Xiao Yanqing chose himself because he did not want to lose Kuiyue.

What is it like to like...

All the questions kept swirling in her mind until she fell into bed and fell asleep.

I was clearly falling asleep, but I didn't feel comfortable at all.

Suddenly, there was a noise of bowls being smashed and a woman wailing. Who was it? Was it a quarrel? Who was crying?

The sound was familiar, annoying and harsh. She covered her ears tightly but still couldn't block out the invading sound.

In a blink of an eye, I had already opened the door behind the quarrel, even though I clearly didn't want to open it and didn't want to get close to it.

The wailing woman huddled in the corner, her bruised body trembling. She was the only one in the room, and it seemed that the person she had quarreled with had already left.

The woman came to her senses with a timid and frightened look in her eyes, as if she had discovered that the "savior" in her life was also the source of the abyss.

The woman rushed over and slapped her in the face, but she didn't feel any pain. The woman's eyes changed from fear to hatred.

After the slap, the woman grabbed her neck fiercely and roared as if she wanted to kill her.

"It's all because of you! You ruined my life!" The woman's hysterical scream seemed to burst her eardrums.

"The thing I regret most in my life is giving birth to you!"

"Why don't you just die! You piece of trash! Die!"

"No... I'm not a waste... I'm not..." She wanted to resist and wanted to tell her, but her throat couldn't make any sound.

"no, do not want!"

Suddenly, she opened her eyes and woke up from her dream.

She looked at the dark house in confusion.

"It's...it's a dream..." Her rapid breathing finally subsided slowly.

But at this moment, the voice in my mind sounded again.

"You idiot! Why don't you just die!"

She covered her ears in panic, why? ! Why is it still there? !

No! She's running away! She's leaving!

She jumped out of bed anxiously and ran out. She didn't know where she was going. She only knew that she wanted the voices to stop and disappear, to go to a place without any sound. But the voices were like a demon that entangled her, and they continued.

Before she knew it, she stumbled to the brightest spot in the mansion.

"Qing... Miss Qingyu... what's wrong with you?" Qianyun, who was outside the house, saw her running towards him in a hurry and wanted to ask, but then he found that she was only wearing a thin skirt.

She acted as if she didn't hear anything and ran straight into the house despite Qianyun's attempt to stop her.

"Hey! Miss Qingyu!"

It was not until she looked into his eyes and saw him in the same room that she was forced to regain some reason from her panic.

He looked in surprise at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him. Her tired expression, the panic that could not be concealed, and her rapid breathing caused her chest to rise and fall.

She stood there stupidly. This feeling, like the pain that remained after being buried after suffering so many setbacks, finally surfaced and affected her emotions.

"What's wrong?" He was stunned as soon as he said this.

He didn't understand why he cared about these things about her, maybe it was her rare state that made him feel pity for her.

She looked straight at him, pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and then asked, "Your Highness, can I stay here?"

"It's up to you." He waved his hand, and Qianyun leaned forward and stepped out.

After hearing his response, she walked to her seat and laid on the table, immersed in the situation as if she was relaxed.