That night, Zhong Qingye nestled in Qi Mo's arms and actually did not fall asleep. He almost spent the whole night with his eyes open.【】
She didn't know what was going on in her mind. According to her past temper, she should just concentrate on enjoying it without caring about it, and then spend all her money on Qi Mo's family property. But why, there is always an indescribable hesitation in her heart
, as if something was constantly blocking her, as if if she got close, it would cause him unavoidable harm.
Since when had she become so hesitant?
Or as Ah Xuan said, humans are originally determined creatures, born with no flaws, but once there is concern in the heart, flaws will follow, accompanied by pain and peace of mind. But everyone, for
This is as sweet as sugar.
She was worried about Qi Mo because he existed in her heart, and this worry was undoubtedly painful for her, but she was just as happy as Ah Xuan said.
I feel less and less like myself...
Zhong Qingye smiled bitterly and covered his face with his hands.
She didn't know how long it had been in the dark, but she didn't feel sleepy at all. Suddenly she heard a high-pitched rooster crow outside the house, and the arm hugging her moved slightly, which scared Zhong Qingye and quickly closed her eyes, pretending to be still asleep.
.
There was a sound in her ears, and the arm around her moved away gently, and then there was the cold wind brought up by the quilt, but before it hit her, someone covered her tightly again. She heard Qi Mo put on his clothes.
There was a sound, and then two slightly cold things gently brushed between her forehead.
Zhong Qingye shrank uncontrollably, and he didn't know if Qi Mo noticed it, but Zhong Qingye didn't hear any sound for a long time.
There was a weak feeling in her heart, which oppressed her, making her dare not open her eyes to see Qi Mo's expression. A voice kept saying, he found out... He found out...
The more this happened, the less she dared to look at Qi Mo, so she had no choice but to hold on, even though she could clearly feel Qi Mo's eyes on her.
I'm almost suffocating, the sore pain in my chest...
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of the door gently closing finally sounded. Zhong Qingye waited with bated breath for a while. After making sure that there was no one else in the room, he opened his eyes and sat up suddenly.
Qi Mo had already left, and the room was completely quiet. The sky had not yet completely brightened up, and the light was dim and blurry. The whole room was hazy, like a dream.
Zhong Qingye sat blankly on the bed, all the heat in her body seemed to be taken away by the slightly cold air in the morning. A strong uneasiness boiled in her heart, making her full of confusion and confusion.
It was quieter than the early morning, no sound could be heard, it was like she was the only one left in the whole world.
Zhong Qingye slowly curled up his legs and buried his head on his knees.
When she finally calmed down her emotions and walked out of bed, it was already bright and no maid came in. She put on a cloak and opened the door. Her eyes were pierced by the light and she couldn't open them.
"Mother, are you awake?" A surprised voice sounded in my ears, very familiar.
Zhong Qingye blinked his eyes and looked at the three girls Chun Xia Qiu standing aside quietly. He couldn't react for a while: "You...why are you three here?"
"It's the prince's order." Chun'er answered first, pursing her lips with a shy smile: "The prince said that the queen was very tired last night, and asked the slaves to wait outside the door, so as not to disturb the queen's rest."
Zhong Qingye was stunned and murmured: "Really? That's what he ordered..."
"Your Majesty, don't blame me for talking too much. Your Majesty really loves your Majesty." Qiu'er said softly from the side, with deep joy and a hint of envy in his tone: "No matter what the matter is, as long as it has something to do with Your Majesty.
Yes, the prince has given very considerate instructions to his slaves. Qiu'er has never seen any prince care so much about his concubine. Your Majesty is so lucky."
Zhong Qingye's pupils trembled slightly.
Prince, concubine...
What happened to her? She actually ignored the identities of both of them. This is not a modern world of monogamy. In this world where men are superior to women, he is her father, and she is just a concubine.
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Royal love has existed since ancient times. Today, his whim can pamper her to heaven. If one day Qi Mo gets tired of it, can he pamper her to another woman?
Even in modern times, there are still endless mistresses and mistresses, not to mention that this is the ancient time when three wives and four concubines were common. If one day, she was betrayed by Qi Mo, she would do something that even she could not predict
…Is this considered a blessing?
Suddenly, Qi Mo's every move, word and deed, his gentleness and domineering, his scolding and grabbing, everything he did came to mind clearly. Qi Mo's majestic possessiveness towards her, that was what she had done just last night.
Is the warm possessiveness she feels like love, or the conquest of the man himself?
Zhong Qingye felt that she couldn't tell the difference anymore.
This is like a life-long gamble. She uses herself as a bargaining chip to bet on whether Qi Mo is sincere. If she wins, she may get the warmth she has longed for in her life, but if she loses...
Zhong Qingye didn't know if she was qualified to gamble, but she knew very well that she wasn't even half sure of winning.
Does she really dare to bet on such a risky bet? How could she, Zhong Qingye, entrust her life to such an illusory prince?!
"Empress? Empress?!"
Zhong Qingye suddenly came back to his senses, panicked and grabbed Chun'er who was shaking her arm gently.
"Mother, are you okay? It's difficult for you to look good. Are you sick? Do you want Chun'er to find a doctor for you?" Chun'er said with a worried look.
Xia'er also echoed: "Did you not get a good rest last night? You seemed very tired when you went up. It's still early. Do you want to eat something and go back to bed to rest?"
Zhong Qingye smiled stiffly. Her fatigue was not in her body. She could not get peace no matter how much she rested, so why waste time.
Shaking her head slightly, her voice was low and hoarse, like a tired old man: "I'm fine, don't worry, just take me back to my room."
Having said that, she didn't even wait for the three girls to reply. She didn't bother to go back to the room to put on some clothes, and hurried to the new house wrapped in a big cloak.
She was still thinking about the child. Maybe she just wanted to find something to do for herself to distract her thoughts. If she continued to be immersed in her thoughts like this, she was afraid that her whole person would be ruined.
Time is a good thing, it will make her clear those elusive hearts, and all she has to do is wait.