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

Xiao Yanqing walked into the room and found that she had finished the porridge. The maid cleaned it up for her and left.

Qing Yu looked at him who came in, moved his lips and wanted to say something, but he stopped her.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow. I'll take care of the rest. Don't worry, just take a good rest first."

He walked to the bed and helped her lie down on her side.

"Your Highness...are you leaving?" Her voice was still weak. If he hadn't been standing in front of her, he probably wouldn't have been able to hear her clearly.

The hand that was covering her with the quilt paused, and then gave the answer, "No."

"it is good."

Her concise words were different from just now, and he seemed to be able to sense her relief.

But he didn't understand, should he be glad that he was around?

It was obviously him who created everything, and it was he who sent her into this hellish home, but now he is the one who regrets it.

She just lay there quietly and fell asleep in a short while. He looked at her, thinking about what had happened in the past few days and regretting his decision.

Suddenly, seeing that she subconsciously wanted to turn over on the bed, he hurried forward to support her.

After confirming that everything was fine, he wanted to sit back in his seat, but she had already grabbed his sleeve tightly.

She had fallen asleep. Was this a subconscious action?

It was obvious that he could break free from her hand with just a little effort, but he just stood there without reacting. It was unclear whether he was reluctant or just didn't want to do it.

After struggling for a long time, he sat on the bed, lay down with her, hugged her, and made sure she wouldn't turn over and hurt herself again.

She seemed to feel the warmth of reassurance on the bed and slowly loosened her grip on his sleeve.

She leaned close in his arms, her warm breath flowing around his neck. This was destined to be a sleepless night for him.

Until now, he seemed unable to recover from the panic of the night, which was choking his chest and making it impossible to breathe.

Suddenly, he heard her murmuring something in his arms, and listening carefully, he made out those three words.

So warm.

Warmth? What does it mean?

He looked at her in his arms. In the dim candlelight, tears as crystal clear as pearls sparkled in the corners of her eyes and rolled down the pillow.

He felt pity and indescribable heartache.

"Does it hurt?" He reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes and comforted her softly.

She seemed to have heard him, and told him in a daze, "It won't hurt... when you hold me..."

Hearing her weak words, his fingers trembled uncontrollably, and the next moment, a kiss fell on her forehead.

He didn't know why he did this, why he cared about her so much, to the point where he couldn't control himself and was almost going crazy.

Why? He had no answer.

But he became more and more certain that she was very important to him.

In the past few days, after she woke up, Xiao Yanqing and Xiao Wenshu stayed by her side all the time, and they visibly pitied her as she was seriously injured.

Wen Shu would ask her from time to time what she wanted to do and remind her to rest. Although Xiao Yanqing did not show it much, he always paid attention to her condition and even at night he would not leave until she fell asleep.

Because of the bite wounds on the outside and inside of her mouth, they didn't allow her to talk much. These few days were the kind of pampering she had never felt before.

Perhaps one day, her fate began to change.

Today, they also came to have lunch with her.

"Does your mouth still hurt?" Xiao Wenshu leaned closer and asked with concern.

"It's much better."

The table was filled with light dishes and soup.

"Hold on a little longer, you'll be able to eat well in a few days." Xiao Yanqing said to comfort her.

She raised the corner of her mouth and nodded, "It's okay, it tastes good this way."

His heart paused. She was never picky about food and would always be especially happy when she ate something delicious. So that's how she was. He didn't know how much hunger she had endured since she was a child.

Perhaps because the pain in her body was still there, she ate very slowly, but Xiao Wenshu, who was watching from the side, felt a pain in his heart.

He didn't understand. If Qingyu was the sister who grew up with him, and he only doted on her and couldn't bear to even scold her, why would she have such a cruel father and brother?

Thinking of this, his heart was in a knot and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

He stood up and walked out without saying a word.

She was eating lunch and looked at Xiao Wenshu in confusion, then at Xiao Yanqing standing beside her.

"What happened to Wenshu?"

"Eat first. I'll go take a look and be back soon." After giving the instructions, Xiao Yanqing stood up and walked out.

He looked at Wen Shu who was standing outside the house, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Wenshu took a deep breath and tried to calm the resentment in his heart, "Brother, I really can't stand it. I don't understand how a father could do this."

He looked at the tears in Wen Shu's eyes and naturally understood the resentment in his heart.

"No wonder, no matter how hard it is here, she never said she wanted to go home." Xiao Wenshu's heavy heart felt like a huge stone was pressing on him, and he couldn't let it go.

It turns out that if I go home I will be imprisoned, and if I don't obey I will be starved, beaten, and tortured. It's hateful, really hateful!

"I won't let her endure this in vain." The calm words were filled with violent murderous intent.

Xiao Wenshu also conveyed this sentence in his heart, but he also understood that if he did not endure it now, Qingyu would suffer in vain.

"I know bro, now is not the best time."

"Wen Shu, my brief tolerance is only to make him endure eternal pain. For such a person, death is just a relief." His eyebrows were cold and lonely, and the hatred was suppressed deep in his heart.

Jiang Zhuo cannot die yet. He wants to get the truth from him and let him watch himself lose everything step by step and endure endless torture.

……

After finishing lunch, Qing Yu saw that only Xiao Yanqing came in.

"The text tells about him..."

"It's okay. I asked him to take care of some things." He explained.

She nodded as if she understood.

After drinking the tea in the cup, she saw Xiao Yanqing sitting next to her.

"Your Highness, please ask whatever you want to know." She gestured casually, her delicate voice returning to its original softness.

"Is it okay?" He looked at the corners of her mouth which were still red, and he was very concerned.

"It's okay. I also want to know what's going on outside these days." She gestured directly.

"Okay, tell me about your...experiences these days." He paused and reminded her not to hide anything.

She recounted her experience at the Jiang residence. As she spoke, she noticed his gradually increasing breathing and the teacup that was tightly clenched in his hand.

"Why did he let you go?" he asked.

Although he understood that Jiang Zhuo wanted to use her to obtain information for him in Huanxiang Pavilion, why was he so sure that Jiang Qingyu would not run away and would listen to him obediently?

"He needs to use kindness to manipulate me, to take advantage of...what I want."

"kindness?"

"For more than ten years, I have been willing to listen to him, hoping that one day I can get his love and attention."

"He's so sure?"

"Well, because he tried. On the day I met His Highness, Jiang Zhuo also deceived me into getting on the carriage. I naively thought that I had finally received my father's love, and I was very happy sitting in the carriage..."

She couldn't continue with the rest of the words. The pain, Jiang Qingyu's pain, was transmitted to her heart, along with her own.

He saw the pain in her eyes and was silent for a moment before speaking, "Besides..."

"Of course there are other things." She spoke first, and the pain in her eyes disappeared instantly.

"He has something I want to know."

"What's the matter?" He was puzzled as to how someone could give Jiang Zhuo such great confidence.

She met his eyes and gave the answer, "The cause of my mother's death."

"Jiang Zhuo is responsible for my mother's death, but he is the only one who knows who killed her."

He had previously found out that Jiang Qingyu's mother had died a violent death, and this was actually the case.