Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 148

Xiao Hai knelt inside the door, trembling with fear. He hadn't missed a single moment of what had just happened: "Dead, mourn! Living is the same as being dead, you beast!"

I went straight to Chouqian's office. Chouqian was hunched over his desk, as quiet as ever.

I rushed over, grabbed him, and Chouqian looked at me in surprise: "How did you get here..."

Kiss him, let him swallow the last word.

Chou Qian immediately returned the kiss. The door closed the moment I hugged him. I pushed him onto the bed, and he began to undress me. "Don't fight back!"

I'm in a bad mood, I'll torment you first and then talk to you. I'll tear off his clothes and claw and bite him all over...

Even a hibiscus-scented tent, though not warm, can still steal one's soul...

I lay in bed, completely exhausted.

"Your nails need trimming." Chou Qian got up and dressed, unconcerned about the new scars on his body.

I suddenly found myself disliking him: "How many of Wu Hui's letters did you take? I don't believe you're innocent."

Chou Qian remained calm, his tone as usual, his arrogance steady: "Two letters, and you can't get any more."

"The rest are in Qianqing's hands." No one can take them from you except him.

Ugly and modest remained silent. He walked towards me, intending to help me up. "Don't touch me!" The anger in his belly hadn't subsided yet.

Chou Qian stared blankly at me, his hand still in the center. "Why?" he asked calmly, a chilling glint of coldness gathering deep within him.

"Do you want to hear it?" If you do, I'll tell you. I'm not afraid to be upfront about it, and I'm not afraid to be either.

Chou Qian stood up straight. "No need, leave now, go immediately."

He grabbed the folded clothes he had prepared, threw on a random pair of clothes, and ran off...

The more he walked, the more uneasy he felt: "Did I just offend two powerful figures?"

I shuddered. That was so unwise. How could I do something so stupid? Tomorrow I'll be thick-skinned and apologize to everyone one by one. Damn it! What did I do wrong that I have to bow my head like this? So frustrating…

"Where is Master going?"

"The Imperial Palace."

Old Zhong cautiously said, "The shadow guards beside Minister Shen..."

"Follow."

"yes."

Royal Palace

Everything in Qiande Hall remains as it was, clean and tidy, perfectly natural.

Qianqing's wounds had stopped bleeding, but her lips were pale and bluish-white.

Chou Qian, sitting at the lower end, was not surprised: "He has been here before."

Qian Qing nodded, her energy not as high as before. "Who mentioned 'no regrets'?"

"I don't know, I haven't checked the news all day."

"What about Su Gu?"

"I mentioned the old marriage proposal to Su Xi."

After a moment's thought, Chou Qian said, "Don't push him too hard. There's no need. He won't value him."

"That's one reason. Because they're past the age of marriage, they're prone to causing trouble."

"What are your plans?"

"What else can we do besides a political marriage?" Qianqing said with a self-deprecating smile, tinged with disappointment and helplessness. Qianqing asked, "What about Wu Hui? He seems to know."

Chou Qian replied as usual: "We may not necessarily return to the capital after getting married, as Princess Tianxuan is also on the frontier."

Upon hearing this, Qian Qing smiled. Her smile was complex and multifaceted. "Sacrifice is necessary."

"He's determined to marry her no matter what, and we're determined to have Tianxuan."

"He will not back down."

"Wu Hui knows what's more important; let Ouyang Fengrui persuade him."

"Sikong, your composure is terrifying!"

Thank you.

Qianqing pulled out a third of a sheet of paper from her sleeve. "His letter?"

"I have prepared my reply."

Qianqing placed the letter in front of him: "Take it, and try not to let him notice anything amiss."

"Need not."

Qianqing looked at the usually cold face, a face he had seen for twenty years, yet today it felt unfamiliar. Qianqing laughed loudly, deafeningly: "You really don't need it. You have almost all of his letters, why would you care about this one?"

"You're wrong. I care about every single one of them. If you insist on taking it, there's nothing I can do."

Qianqing clutched her chest, coughing incessantly: "Tell him I have a cold."