Chapter 153 Sincerity

Author: Liuyun Hairpin

Chapter 153 Sincerity

"If I didn't have any sincerity, why would I have to guard you when I was attacked that day..."

Song Qingan spoke intermittently, as if suppressing the choking in his voice.

"I can completely... completely leave... and I don't have to cover up for you when my brother comes."

Pei Qing snorted lightly and said warmly: "Even so, who knows if the princess planned what happened that day?"

Every word he spoke was like a heavy hammer, hitting her bit by bit, giving her a splitting headache.

Song Qingan really wished he could strangle him to death on the couch.

The silver light flickered on and off, and the tent became dark again, but she seemed to be more awake and realized what she was doing in panic.

At that moment, the murderous intent soaring to the sky almost swallowed up all her sanity.

She just wanted to...just wanted to kill the person in front of her who had blasphemed her true heart.

Now that Song Qing'an has regained her clarity, she can't help but feel scared, but the anger has not dissipated.

"You...really think so?"

Song Qing'an asked slowly with a hoarse voice. In fact, she couldn't use any strength. She just wanted to maintain some dignity and forced herself to suppress Pei Qing.

But she knew in her heart that even without Pei Qing taking action, she would fall to the side as soon as she loosened her strength.

Pei Qing's silence really made Song Qingan feel suffocated.

There was warm water in her eyes, accompanied by an unbearable sourness.

The stranglehold on his neck dissipated, but Pei Qing did not move.

In fact, he would rather Song Qingan continue to pinch him.

There was a turbulent undercurrent under the calm water, and Pei Qing moved slightly. Song Qingan's strength was nothing to him, and he might not even leave any traces.

But the bitter pain is like a thread, dissipating from my heart like a thread.

He suffered many injuries, the most serious one almost completely disabled his martial arts.

But it seems...it can't compare to what happened now.

Pei Qing shook hands again, feeling a little confused.

Song Qingan let go of his hands in despair, and forced himself to steady his body and sit on one side.

"That's all... I really shouldn't ask Pei Zhangyin these things."

She secretly gritted her teeth, suppressed her trembling voice, and pretended to be calm: "In that case...Pei Zhangyin, let's go, I want to rest."

Pei Qing looked at her with dark eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Song Qing'an lowered his head, and after a moment of silence, there was a rustling sound. Then there was a light movement beside him, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

Darkness was like water, wrapping her up and gradually pouring into her mouth and nose. The sound of continuous rain made her forehead swell and throb.

Song Qingan curled up.

She only sobbed softly a few times, and then laughed suddenly.

She should have thought of it long ago... Why did she have to humiliate herself today?

No matter how lingering they were in the past...he was always neatly dressed. Even though he was willing to tell himself about the past, he still didn't want her to get closer to that place.

If so, how could Pei Qing let her really get involved in his affairs?

Even if you just care...

Song Qingan really felt that he was stupid and ridiculous. He couldn't even understand this truth and still harbored naive illusions.

After all, in the beginning...wasn't her original purpose just to use him?

How did it end up like this?

She was still so stupidly immersed in it, enjoying things that should not belong to her, whether it was love... or love... it should not be hers.

She almost forgot what she should do.

Song Qingan wiped away the tears on his face and held down his twitching forehead.

But his chest was still shaking violently.

That moment of loss of control made Song Qing'an so frightened that he didn't even have the slightest intention of calming down.

She really felt that if she had had a dagger in her hand at that time, she would have stabbed it without hesitation.

She seems...seems to be more serious than before.

Song Qingan frowned, pressed his chest, and bit his lip.

Why... why is she becoming more and more like her father?

Song Qing'an suddenly gasped for a few breaths, fearing that the too much movement would attract people, so he immediately bit his lips, and the sweet and fishy smell gradually spread between his lips and teeth.

The pain on her lip finally made her wake up a little.

Pei Qing didn't feel it when he was here before, but after he left, Song Qingan suddenly felt extremely lonely.

She thought about it in hindsight.

Why did you really leave...

Song Qingan licked his lips, and the smell of blood in his mouth became stronger.

The rain outside the palace never stopped, and the entire capital city was shrouded in heavy rain.

The pouring rain seems to be washing away all the filth.

But the person who should leave did not leave.

In front of the window of the inner hall of Mingguang Palace, a white figure stood.

The rain falling from the eaves formed a curtain of water. Pei Qing lowered her eyes and stood quietly in front of the window, but remained motionless, as if she was afraid of shocking the people inside.

Although I had not been exposed to rain, the humid water vapor at night came from all directions and was absorbed by the fabric of my clothes, making me still very cool.

He could use his internal strength to dry the clothes, but he allowed the damp clothes to stick to his body.

Pei Qing raised his hand and wanted to put it on the window lattice, but finally let it go.

Song Qing'an sat on the couch all night, and finally fell asleep when the rain stopped.

What she didn't know was that someone was standing quietly outside the window until the rain stopped.

Pei Qing did not leave immediately, but took something out of his clothes.

He held it in his palm for a long time before spreading it out. Lying in his palm were two of the most common earrings worn by palace maids.

Pei Qing stared for a long time, a little distracted.

The night they first met, Song Qingan gave him this pair of earrings.

Pei Qing looked at the window sill, as if he was thinking about whether to put the earrings up. But after a moment, he still put the earrings away.

That's all... let him have some selfish thoughts.

If that day comes, he can at least... take her things with him.

I don't know if it is hers.

Pei Qing sneered and disappeared in the mist.

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Zhu Yan still didn't see Pei Qing in the inner hall, but this was a common occurrence, so she didn't take it to heart.

However, when she opened the curtain, she was still shocked.

Song Qing'an's face was pale, there were still blood marks on his lips, and the brocade quilt was tangled up randomly, making him really embarrassed.

In the past, the princess had at least some marks on her body, but it had never been so obvious.

The palm print is too inconsequential...

Zhu Yan muttered to herself and quietly lowered the tent.

The princess seems to have not rested well, so let her sleep a little longer.

By the way...who should the princess give that letter to...

Zhu Yan paused in the hall for a while, then quietly walked to the dressing table and opened the drawer.

However, this little noise woke Song Qing'an up.

She hissed softly, turned over on the couch, and stood up with half-closed eyes.

Zhu Yan didn't care about the letter and hurriedly ran to see her.

"Princess, don't you want to rest for a while? My maid looks at you, the princess is not in good spirits."

Zhu Yan spoke euphemistically, with worry in her eyes.

Song Qingan lowered his eyes and shook his head: "Nothing, just dress up for me."

"Princess, that letter..."

Song Qing'an was silent for a moment and said in a quiet voice: "Give it to your brother."

"……yes."

Zhu Yan naturally noticed Song Qing'an's strange mood. She didn't say anything more and just retreated as ordered.
Chapter completed!