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

The Huanxiang Pavilion at night is like a dreamland of paradise, away from the worldly sufferings, untouchable and unable to wake up from the intoxication of joy.

Only Xiao Yanqing, who was sitting on the other side of the noisy room, seemed to be isolated from this dream with his unique aura, calmness and rationality.

He listened to the laughter coming from the compartment, which was a far cry from the silence of the house, but his restless heart was not as calm as it seemed. It was like countless cats scratching his heart, making him feel uneasy.

He had not expected Jiang Qingyu's ability to be so strong. Qingwu's reputation was known not only to the common people but also to everyone in the imperial palace, with the ministers admiring and appreciating her wisdom.

But even though he had achieved his goal, he couldn't be happy at all.

Whenever I heard someone talking about her, I became uncontrollably anxious, and when I heard her laughing with others, my heart sank to the bottom.

He tried hard to convince himself not to care, but his heart repeatedly reached its limit.

What happened next was something he couldn't predict. What would happen if Jiang Zhuo took her back? What if someone else wanted to take her for themselves? What would he do...

During this period of time, he would eavesdrop on Jiang Qingyu whenever he was with guests, and most of the time he would also send people to eavesdrop and monitor him.

Even so, he still felt that she was increasingly out of his control, and although he understood her unique and sinister methods, he was unable to resist or stop her.

"Hehehe..."

"My lord is really amazing..."

Her charming and enchanting laughter could be heard from the house. It was like grabbing one's heart and pulling at one's nerves, making one fall into it unconsciously. It was not easy to notice, and even if one noticed it, one would be willing to do so.

He clenched the teacup tightly between his fingers. It was obvious that he had noticed the strangeness in her voice. He noticed the time and it should be almost over. His uncontrollable emotions almost crushed the teacup.

After a moment, "Sir, I look forward to seeing you again."

"It was really enjoyable to drink and chat with Miss Qingwu... and to hear her singing and dancing. We will definitely meet again..." Following the man's deep voice, Qingyu leaned forward with a smile on his face and walked out.

As the door closed, she struggled to stand up and couldn't keep her balance, and fell down.

She groped her way along the road, but under the influence of alcohol, her movements became slow and her vision became increasingly blurred.

It seems that I really drank too much today.

She covered her head and was about to kneel on the ground, but her feet suddenly lightened and she fell into a soft and warm embrace.

She looked up in confusion and saw a familiar handsome face. "Your Highness..."

He held her in his arms while she was half conscious, leaving her completely powerless to resist. He could tell how much she had drunk just by looking at her.

"You've been..."

"Shut up." He said coldly, stopping her from saying anything.

In my arms, she breathed heavily, closed her mouth obediently and fell silent.

Until he carried her back to the house and laid her gently on the blanket.

She even began to doubt vaguely, is this really Xiao Yanqing? Will he be so gentle to her?

But the feeling that made her nostalgic was that even though her brain and nerves were paralyzed by alcohol, she could still tell that it was him.

"Why did you drink so much?" He stared into her dazed eyes, blush seeping out of her skin.

"Hehehe..." She smiled helplessly.

"A man like him who loves wine, naturally he would have a few more drinks. He doesn't think before he speaks, so wouldn't it be easy for him to get information from him?" She said frankly with difficulty. She knew that he had been there just now and had always been there.

"Do you know how dangerous it is to drink too much?"

He even thought, if he was not there and Hua Niang came late, how dangerous it would be for her to just collapse there, and what terrible things would happen if she got drunk and passed out in that room!

She lowered her eyes and moved her lips, "It's okay... I know my limits..."

He heard the faint whisper on her lips, but he didn't know whether she was keeping her wits about her head or answering him subconsciously.

Looking at her weak eyes, I guess she is really sleepy.

He stood up and prepared to ask the maid to change her clothes.

But after taking only two steps, he found himself being distracted by something.

When he turned around, he found that her hands were grabbing her clothes and she was trying to open her eyes wide and look at him.

"Are you leaving?" she asked in a soft tone.

He was slightly stunned, and began to explain, "I'm outside."

But her stubborn little hand refused to let go, and it was obvious that she didn't want him to leave.

"do not go…"

Perhaps because he had never seen her so delicate before, after a moment of stalemate, he returned to her side and leaned down.

"I'll be outside. I'll be back after they change."

"Really?" She confirmed again. She was extremely fragile under the influence of alcohol, and her previous toughness was gone.

"real."

After a slight hesitation, she slowly let go of his hand.

He stood up and walked out of the house. He could feel her eyes fixed on him, as if confirming that he was outside.

He closed the door, and Qianyun hurriedly came out from the dark when he saw this.

"Your Highness."

"Go, ask Lady Hua to ask the maid to change her clothes."

Qian Yun was slightly stunned, and quickly responded, "Yes, Your Highness."

He waited on the side. It was very quiet inside, but he could vaguely hear the sounds of changing clothes and washing, until the maids finished their work and bent over to come out.

He stood at the door, hesitating whether to go in, as if he gradually couldn't figure out his own heart, why he cared about her so much, and even went along with her wishes without thinking.

After careful consideration, I couldn't suppress my wavering heart and pushed open the door.

He thought she had rested because she was sleepy, but unexpectedly, she was just sitting there looking at the door, as if waiting for him to come in.

He closed the door and walked closer. They looked into each other's eyes. In the flickering light, he could see her cheeks flushed with alcohol.

He leaned down and put his hand close to her fragile cheek, as if trying to check how much she had drunk.

Her eyes followed his large hand, then turned to him, feeling the palm against her hot skin.

He noticed her rapidly beating heart, her labored breathing, and the sleepiness that could not be concealed in her hazy eyes. It seemed that she needed to rest.

"Just lie down and sleep." He let go of her hand and subconsciously lowered his voice. She was now as weak as a kitten.

She lowered her eyes, feeling a little aggrieved, "You're leaving me again..."

She seemed to think she was urging her because she wanted to leave.

"Want me to accompany you?" he asked.

She nodded obediently.

"So should I just sit here?" He raised the corners of his lips slightly. For some reason, she was so cute that he couldn't help but want to tease her.

She was stunned, her pupils scanning the surroundings, as if she was thinking about what to do.

Seeing this, she moved closer to the quilt, placed her hands on the free space, and looked into his eyes.

He seemed to see her intention from her actions and asked in surprise, "Do you want me to sleep next to you?"

She nodded again.

He was stunned, and his deep brows suddenly tightened.

This woman, is she so casual when she is drunk?

"If the person here is not Gu, but someone else, would you invite others in the same way?"

"Others..." She was stunned, her mind paralyzed by alcohol and unable to think normally.

She only knew that she wanted him to be here with her, so that she would feel at ease.

Seeing her pitiful look, he could no longer bear to be mean to her, "Go to sleep, I won't leave."

He helped her lie down and covered her with a blanket.

"Really?" She looked at him.

"real."

Listening to his reassuring words, feeling the warmth of him sitting next to her, she reached out and grabbed his clothes, as if wanting to get closer to the warmth, closer and closer, until she closed her eyes and fell asleep as she got closer.

She confirmed again and again that she liked it this way, liked him to be close to her, but it was not enough, far from enough...