The prince spared his life! The lady has been reborn to save you

"Chen Chuxiao, although my daughter Miao Ke was born in a remote place, she was also brought up learning the Confucian and Mencian etiquette. If you don't want to get married, I will never force you to do anything."

Miaoke's beautiful eyes turned red.

It was he who took the initiative to accept the jade pendant that symbolized the status of the Pingxi Palace, and it was he who promised her beside the apricot tree that he would stay with her until old age...

She once thought that she had found a good man, and even the many difficulties raised by the women of the Chen family were suppressed in her heart, and she strictly followed the code of conduct and played the role of a virtuous and good daughter-in-law...

Chen Chuxiao explained hastily, "Ake, I have never held any grudge against you."

"I just said nonsense..."

He wanted to pull the white edge of the clothes, but was suddenly met with the woman's questioning and resentful gaze.

Chen Chuxiao paused. They had been married for six years. Even though he had been criticized a lot in the Chen Mansion, A Ke had never looked at him with such hatred...

The raised hand dropped and hit the moonlit cloak.

Chen Chuxiao suddenly laughed, and his laughter was sad and desolate.

"You don't believe me..."

"How do you want me to believe you?"

Ling Miaoke's voice trembled, "You said you didn't like the splendor and emptiness of the Princess's Mansion. I will accompany you back to the Chen Mansion, serve your mother-in-law, and support your uncle.

The eldest and third brothers used me as a scapegoat to plot in the front court and back court, and even sent Yingyue to the East Palace. I tolerated all of this."

"But you obviously don't like your mother, yet you didn't say a word when she forced me to behave."

"I thought you were just being pressured by filial piety, but I never thought it was because you hated me..."

Miaoke's body trembled and she almost fell down. All the things that she had neglected in the past were imprinted in her mind as clearly as a mirror emerging from water.

How could the only daughter of King Pingxi be a fool? From the moment she entered the mansion and served tea, she sensed that Old Madam Chen was unhappy.

Since returning to Chen's house, she has been visiting him every morning and evening, regardless of the rain, snow or wind, cooking porridge and making tea, and doing everything herself...

It's not that she didn't resist, but Chen Chuxiao was very good to her. When she stood by the rules, he accompanied her. When she knelt in the ancestral hall, he also knelt with her.

Chen Chuxiao said that his mother liked the eldest son and the youngest son, and disliked him marrying into the family because it was shameful. She felt sorry for him not having his mother's love, and felt that she had caused him trouble, so she had to endure all the hardships...

A line of tears fell down tremblingly, making Miaoke feel as if her heart was broken by a knife. She suddenly wanted to laugh, "You must feel relieved when you see me being tortured by her..."

"no no…"

Chen Chuxiao shook his head with difficulty, and asked Miaoke to hold her father's hand and look straight at the dark and smooth wall.

The surging love and surging hatred are like waves, rolling towards the shore with gravel, and after the overwhelming force, what is left is a desolate and bleak beach...

The room was very quiet. Wei Yu and Zhao Qu did not say a word for some reason, but stood there calmly and peacefully.

The dim night was as flat as a pool of stagnant water.

Desolation and depression tightly wrapped around his chest like vines, and Chen Chuxiao closed his eyes weakly.

Ling Miaoke was telling the truth.

There is no way to refute it.

"I was wrong... I had resentment in my heart, so I ignored those groundless criticisms."

"But I am pleased with you..."

Chen Chuxiao's voice was choked with sobs, and her long eyelashes covered her eyes, trembling like butterfly wings.

"Under the apricot tree, you were wearing a green spring dress, like a magnolia descended from the world. I fell in love with you at first sight. At that time, I didn't know that you were the daughter of the King of Pingxi. I really liked you..."

"only…"

But the pure love was tainted by the disputes between the court and the people, and the beautiful apricot blossoms turned into the desolation of war.

...

"Chen Chuxiao has feelings for Princess Qianyang, otherwise he wouldn't have asked you to borrow the Shenyi Guards."

Chu Yizhao was wrapped in a cloak, feeling warm as he chatted with Wei Xingli.

That day Wei Xingli said that he had some official business to deal with. It turned out that someone dared to covet Shen Yiwei.

Wei Xingli's eyebrows moved slightly, "Why do you say that? Chen Chuxiao is willing to be a medicine man, so he should be deeply in love with her."

Chu Yizhao was very sober. "He is a medicine man. Considering the title of the county horse, I will always be lenient and spare his life. As long as he is alive, the blood that is shed will turn into flowing water and return to the Chen family as a reward for the emperor's grace."

"rational"

“You’re different”

“How am I different.”

Wei Xingli handed Chu Yizhao a rose candied fruit.

Chu Yizhao took it and said seriously,

"Because you're really going to kill him."

Wei Xingli's hand paused in mid-air, and he took a deep breath, which was blocked in his chest. "Am I so bloodthirsty in your heart?"

"Everyone can see it, you have such a bad temper, isn't it common for you to beat people up?"

What's more, the way Chen Chuxiao speaks and acts is really unpleasant and fake.

"You keep thinking of me like this."

"I understand that when you are in a high position of power, you won't be easy to deal with."

Chu Yizhao took a bite of the candied fruit and it tasted sour.

The rose hips in the winter month are shriveled and juiceless, but Wei Xingli is quite amazing to be able to make them so crispy.

"Ah"

Wei Xingli gave a short laugh.

The hand that was suspended in mid-air almost left an afterimage. Chu Yizhao only felt that his front teeth were empty and the candied fruit he had just bitten off was loosened.

She stared blankly at the man opposite her.

"What are you doing…"

Wei Xingli raised her beautiful peach blossom eyes slightly, and said with a smile, "Teach me a lesson"

Chu Yizhao was stunned. "I didn't provoke you. Why are you teaching me a lesson for no reason?"

"I have a bad temper and I'm not likable." Wei Xingli stuffed half a rose apple into his mouth and chewed it hard twice.

"That...that's me..."

That's what I ate...

Chu Yizhao's face flushed slightly. Looking at the man's bulging face, which was white, tender and delicate, he felt a little numb in his heart.

His tone softened, "I didn't say you were unlovable."

"You said I had a bad temper."

"Is it okay if I'm wrong..."

"What do you mean it's not enough? Are you just trying to give me a perfunctory answer?"

Wei Xingli sneered and raised his eyebrows.

"... "

It's really annoying.

"I don't…"

"Why don't you have it?"

"That's right. If you keep saying it, I won't be polite!"

"How do you want to be rude to me?" Wei Xingli raised his head provocatively, like a proud and beautiful Persian cat.

Chu Yizhao suddenly called out "Wei Xingyu"

"Do...hmm"

"Clang!"

There was a loud noise from the carriage behind him. Lu Feng quickly stopped the carriage and shouted inside, "Prince, what happened?"

There are clusters of soft clouds, and a bright moon falls among them. The warm jade light sprinkles on the swaying glass lamps, reflecting each other.

"Prince?"

Seeing that the person in the car did not answer, Lu Feng felt a little panicked, "Prince, is the illness recurring? I will go in..."

"roll"

The syllables were simple and clear; Lu Feng only had time to hear a slight hoarseness before it disappeared by his ears.

He didn't think much about it and the wheel tracks rolled forward.

The carriage of the Prince of Yue was made of black nanmu and black iron, and was six feet wide. It was equipped with three brocade chairs, a tea table, a copper stove, and countless treasure boxes. Apart from the decorations, it could seat six or more people.

Spacious, comfortable, bright and elegant.

Before today, Wei Xingli had never felt that the carriage was so cramped. He huddled tightly in a corner, frowning, his fair face stained with rosy clouds, and the intoxicating peach blossoms were soaked with watery light, shimmering with fragrance.

"What are you doing…"

Chu Yizhao looked at him speechlessly.

She looked like a young wife who had been severely bullied, which made her look too calm.

Like a dressed beast.

"Don't do this"

"People who see me think I did something to you."

She moved to pull him, but as soon as she lifted her buttocks, Wei Xingli shrank back in shock, "Don't come over here!"

"tsk"

Chu Yizhao had no choice but to sit back down.

"I just kissed you, is that a big deal?"

Wei Xingli glared at her angrily, "Be careful what you say and do!"

"You don't like it?" Chu Yizhao asked simply, "I thought you would like it."

Wei Xingli bent his legs, did not answer, and lowered his eyes. Chu Yizhao could not see his expression.

The soft touch remained on her face, softer than a newly opened flower. Wei Xingli's heart was pounding in his chest, and he curled up in a narrow corner, forcing a thin sweat to form on the tip of his nose.

Why don’t you like...

Like it to death.

You could hear a pin drop in the carriage, and there was no other response except the panting.

The belated humiliation and panic swept through Chu Yizhao's heart, and his fingers curled up stiffly.

Wei Xingli's indifference was like a slap in the face, burning with pain.

The bold declaration of love turned into a barrage of gravel, which made Chu Yizhao's eyes hot.

Looking at the pale pink rose hips on the table, she picked one up at random and threw it into her mouth. Her cheek moved slightly, and the sweet and sour preserved fruit made her teeth ache.

It hurts everywhere.

Unappetizing.

The bright cage lights illuminate every inch of the space, and the awkward and obscure expressions and eyes can hardly be hidden.

Wei Xingli huddled in a corner, his throat dry and itchy. He raised his eyes and stared at the person beside the candle cage.

The woman was lying sideways, her soft facial lines were blurred in the shadows, her tranquil starry eyes were drooping obediently, and her whole body was like a piece of painting, so beautiful that it made people trance-like.

He swallowed and tried to explain something.

But do I really need to say this out loud?

Would she feel frivolous?

lewd…

Wei Xingli frowned and looked at the little girl again.

She didn't seem unhappy either.

Wei Xingli had a headache until the wheels stopped. He stood up as usual to see him off. The man who had been as quiet as a sculpture suddenly rushed out of the carriage like a gust of wind, leaving him with only a swaying curtain...

Wei Xingli's head skipped a beat.

The hands pressing on the edge of the table tightened instantly.

broken…