Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême - Chapitre 362
"Long live Princess Qingping!"
"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"
"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"
As her carriage passed by, the crowd dared not look up. The shouts of royalty echoed as they carried her back to her deep palace.
...So delicate...so delicate...as slender as a willow, as ethereal as smoke, how can I bear to leave you here...
A safe arm held me in its embrace, and I struggled to climb up, seeking refuge: "Chouqian..." Can I have my Qianqian? "Chouqian..."
"Don't worry... she's free."
"Chouqian—Waaah—" I threw myself into his arms and burst into tears...
I really want my child...
I want to protect them all by myself...
I want to wait for the Dongqing flowers to bloom...
I ate a bowl of bitter tofu pudding, unable to taste the aroma I remembered from when I was with Lu Susu: "That Gao Zhenxin looks really annoying." I'd forgotten about her. How could I have forgotten to teach her a lesson?
"Eat, then go back. Don't worry about things you can't handle; Lu Susu isn't someone to be trifled with."
"How do you know she's not easy to bully? Did you have a crush on her before? I just know that you two were classmates, so something probably happened between you, right?"
"eat."
“Escape is a form of admission.”
This time, Chou Qian didn't even bother to reply; he just shoved a spoonful of tofu into my mouth, trying to tempt me with his food...
I'll come back after I've eaten and drunk my fill.
Wu Hui stood anxiously at the door: "Where did you all go!"
"Find her."
"Where have you gone, fly?!"
I raised my red, tear-filled eyes, and Wu Hui suddenly fell silent: "What's wrong with you?"
Chou Qian let go of me and teased the wooden figure in Wu Hui's arms, saying, "You're so petty. You think other people's houses are better than your own, and you're already thinking of some bad ideas."
"fly!"--------
The echoes lingered in my ears!
...
I couldn't resist, or rather, I didn't want to resist. I had Chouqian take me on a nighttime visit to the Dongqing Hub Center, which gave me a second life.
Qianqing was ill. He was wearing only a thin robe and reviewing memorials at his desk, coughing incessantly.
He seems to have aged; he has lost the domineering presence and spirit of his thirties. He has truly aged, with gray hairs appearing around his ears.
"Qingqing..." I was afraid of scaring him; he looked so tired...
He suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot.
"Qingqing..." Quit this job... Resign! Quit and come with me!
He looked at me, slowly relaxed his furrowed brows, and then smiled faintly, without surprise or astonishment, as if I had always been there, as if he had visited me at the He Xuan Palace just a few days ago.
"Ziyi..."
"kindness……"
"The children are fine, don't worry."
"I know." The tears in the corners of my eyes aren't mine, I promise they aren't mine, I'm not that sentimental...
"I'm sorry to have worried you, it was just a false alarm."
He was explaining the assassin to me... Of course I knew nothing would happen. With Wei Zhen here, I believed everything would be alright. I just wanted to come... to see you...
"kindness……"
“Yi…”
"I'm here..."
"Don't cry, you're already a mother of three, how can you still not grow up..."
How did you know?
He smiled gently... without answering me, and continued to bury himself in his work.
"Princess Qingping has arrived!"
"The Crown Prince has arrived!"
Chouqian was holding me as I was about to leave. I grabbed the door frame and couldn't help but say to that frail figure, "Qingqing... live... otherwise..." I put my hand on my left side: "It will hurt."
He didn't look up, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
Chouqian carried me away, and I suddenly realized that I didn't hate this place as much as I had imagined...