Author: Liuyun Hairpin

"Is the princess threatening our family?"

Pei Qing raised her eyebrows: "We thought that the princess's methods would not be so clumsy."

"That really disappoints Pei Zhangyin." Song Qingan said coldly: "I am such a shameless person."

Pei Qing sneered slightly, thinking in her heart that what she said was somewhat true.

It's not like he didn't know that Song Qing'an had been close to those young girls.

He believed that Song Qing'an had a way to turn her joke into reality, starting with those girls.

It's also possible...it's already a reality.

Forget it, let her do whatever she wants.

There was a hint of indulgence in his eyes when he looked at Song Qing'an, but it was fleeting and she didn't notice it.

"Then our family... just promise the princess."

Pei Qing let go of his hand and looked distant.

There was something subtle in Song Qing'an's heart. On the one hand, she hoped he could stay, but on the other hand, she didn't want him to stay because of her own threats.

She lowered her eyes and sneered, turned around and took off her wedding dress.

It's just that these clothes are complicated, and Song Qing'an feels a little confused as he takes them off.

The straps of her inner and outer garments were tangled up in a mess. She was so agitated that she lost her patience and was unwilling to distinguish them carefully.

Pei Qing saw her pause and naturally understood what was going on.

He sighed helplessly and said, "Turn around."

Song Qingtian pretended not to hear and grabbed the tangled straps on his clothes angrily.

Pei Qing pressed her eyebrows, pulled her body over and forcibly turned her around.

"Princess, if you keep pulling on me, you won't have to wear these clothes tomorrow."

"Let me do it."

After Pei Qing finished speaking, he stretched out his hand without any refusal and began to untie the straps one by one.

Song Qing'an resisted symbolically, then lowered his hands and waited obediently for him to make a move.

In order not to mess up the wedding dress, Pei Qing moved very carefully, so he leaned down to see it more clearly.

Their faces were close to each other, and their gentle breaths touched Song Qingan's eyes.

It had been a while since they had been that close. She blinked slightly in panic, lowered her eyelashes and stared at Pei Qing's hand carefully.

God seems to have favored him very much in terms of appearance. Even his hands are extremely beautiful and every inch is just perfect.

Song Qing'an looked at it and couldn't help but think about it, thinking of the way those hands were swaggering in front of them after being stained with water. She frowned hard, trying to suppress these thoughts, but her cheeks were still slightly red.

This time she didn't even dare to look at her hands, she just stared at the floor tiles carefully.

After Pei Qing untied his belt, he took off his outer robe. When people came closer, the smell mixed with body temperature also came closer.

He was calm on the surface, but he didn't think so in his heart.

This kind of action... really looks like a wedding night.

He also looked away and stopped looking at the wedding dress carefully.

Pei Qing was not very fast, but he was able to fold the clothes he had taken off in an orderly manner. Song Qing'an watched quietly from the side, finding it a bit pleasing to the eye.

"Pei Palm Seal."

She suddenly spoke, and Pei Qing, who was packing her wedding clothes at the side, responded without raising her head.

"My birthday gift...can I have it now?"

"What does the princess want?"

He then raised his head and looked sideways. Song Qingan smiled and said, "I want Pei's palm print to be left."

"Didn't our family promise it? Why, the princess doesn't believe it?"

"Of course it's different. I want Pei Zhangyin to leave it willingly."

Song Qingan still couldn't help but speak out what was in her heart. It was clear that she could hide it in the past.

Pei Qing was stunned for a moment, her heart softening.

"Princess, don't worry, our family won't leave until the princess gets up tomorrow."

Pei Qing finished packing her wedding clothes, took the lamp on the side, and walked to her: "If we remember correctly, Princess Yinshi should get up at Yinshi, so she'd better rest early."

Song Qingan looked up at him and nodded for a long time.

After briefly washing up, she lay down on the couch, while Pei Qing took the lamp and blew out the remaining lights in the palace one by one.

Song Qing'an opened her eyes and saw that the inside was getting darker and darker. After a while, there was only one light like a bean, and she slowly leaned towards her.

"Pei Qing..."

"Princess, go to sleep."

Pei Qing walked to the couch and looked down at her. After a moment, with a "whoosh", the last light was extinguished.

Her eyes hadn't fully adapted to the darkness, so she couldn't see Pei Qing's figure clearly, and she couldn't help but panic.

But his hand was immediately held, and a familiar warmth flowed from his fingertips to his chest.

Song Qingan then closed his eyes.

"The princess lit agarwood."

"Um."

This time she responded generously, and then there was silence.

After an unknown amount of time, when Pei Qing thought she had fallen asleep, Song Qingan suddenly spoke again.

"Pei Qing, do you know that I never mind your identity?"

What responded to her was an inaudible breathing sound.

"...Maybe I don't fully understand your concerns, but you have to remember that I said before...I will always be with you."

Song Qing'an's voice was very soft. If you didn't listen carefully, you would be completely swallowed up by the heavy curtains.

The promises she made casually in the past are now true vows.

After she said this, she stopped talking, as if it was just a temporary rant.

Pei Qing leaned forward slightly and looked at her sleeping face quietly.

She looked like she was asleep, but she still held his hand and never let go.

Pei Qing sat beside the couch, involuntarily exerting force on her hand, and then slowly released it.

When he first heard the news about her marriage, he was indeed angry. But in fact, if he thought about it carefully, he could understand that the marriage was just a pretense.

But if you think clearly, you may not be able to figure it out.

Song Qing'an suddenly moved, and the hair on her temples fell onto her cheeks. She frowned in discomfort. Pei Qing was silent for a moment, then reached out and gently brushed the hair away from her face.

He did not immediately withdraw his hand, but stopped a few inches from her face, as if hesitating for something.

Just when his fingertips were about to touch her cheek, Pei Qing lowered her eyelashes, picked up her hand, and slowly retracted it.

He sighed softly and quietly took out the hand held by Song Qingan.

The person on the couch remained motionless, seeming to be sleeping soundly. Pei Qing looked at him for a while longer, with mixed emotions in his eyes. He couldn't tell whether he was reluctant or secretly regretful.

He finally made up his mind and got up from the couch and exited the inner hall.

The night wind outside made people sober.

Pei Qing did not leave immediately, but stood on the corridor looking at the dark night sky.

For the first time, he felt so confused.

Could it be that...were all the choices he made wrong?

…

In the hall, Song Qingan turned over and suddenly opened his eyes.

She touched her cheek, as if Pei Qing's hand had passed through those few inches and landed on her face.

How could she possibly sleep?

Song Qingan tightened Jin's quilt and murmured in a low voice: "...liar."

"Still a coward..."

After she finished speaking, she smiled self-deprecatingly, with a look of disappointment that could not be concealed in her eyes.

She had obviously thought of it a long time ago...why was she still expecting anything now?

I just don’t know...whether he will listen to those words.

"Pei Qing...this is your last chance."

She didn't know who she was talking to, but after saying this, she closed her eyes and forced herself to fall asleep.
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