Zhao Chuli's eyes flickered for a moment, but only for a moment, and he gritted his teeth:
"No matter what, even if you don't reconcile with him, I won't let anything happen to you! In marriage, you and I should be husband and wife."
Zong Yinyin did not interrupt his wishful thinking, but suddenly said: "Zhao Chuli, do you really have to be me?"
The man paused, and the dark eyes on his handsome face were firm and powerful:
"yes."
Zong Yin's marriage suddenly sighed:
"Although you and I were engaged before, we were not destined to each other and have never really gotten along. Do you really like me that much?"
Zhao Chuli's eyebrows moved, but he didn't hesitate at all:
"I know my own thoughts best. The first time I saw you in the temple, I was delighted with you."
Speaking of excitement, he breathed quickly, took a few steps closer, and put his arms around both sides of her shoulders.
Su Mi took a breath!
Is it too much to tease and show affection to the widow next to her husband's coffin and even touch her?
Are you not afraid that King Changnan will jump out of the coffin and beat people?
According to Zong Yin's temperament, logically speaking, he should get angry and push the other person away.
At this moment, unexpectedly, Zong Yin'm didn't move and let Zhao Chuli hold his shoulders.
A pair of beautiful eyes stared at the man in front of him indifferently, showing no emotion.
There was no resistance.
"Zhao Chuli, are you willing to do anything for me?"
Zhao Chuli could no longer control his long-standing emotions.
He actually didn't care that this was still a mourning hall.
He didn't care that the deceased husband of the woman in front of him was still lying next to him.
Scream with passion:
"Yes! Yin Yu, for you, I am willing to risk the whole world's disapproval! I will not hesitate to do anything!"
A trace of darkness flashed across Zong Yin's eyes.
It seemed as if something was confirmed.
Zhao Chuli didn't notice the change in her. He couldn't control his emotions. He lowered his head and kissed her tenderly and lovingly.
In an instant, Su Mi saw Zhao Chuli's body tremble, and he slowly straightened up. His handsome face had changed color, and he stared at Zong Yinyin in disbelief.
Then, holding his abdomen, he took a half step back:
"you……"
Su Mi was shocked and looked at Zong Yinyu again.
She could see that she was holding an exquisitely crafted jade-inlaid dagger in her small, white hands.
There was still blood on the tip of the knife.
Zhao Chuli's snow-white clothes were stained with blood, and there was blood flowing out from the seams of his hands covering his abdomen:
"Why……"
Zong Yin's marriage is cold:
"You framed the prince, right?"
Zhao Chuli endured the pain and said coldly: "King Changnan has made countless enemies, why do you blame me?"
Zong Yinyou smiled leisurely:
"You hated him for taking your wife and humiliating you. This hatred has never been let go."
"Now, it's too late for others to hide from our Changnan Palace. You have a gap with him again and have little contact with him. Even your brother-in-law will not take the initiative to come to express condolences. Isn't it a guilty conscience?"
Seeing that she had already guessed it, Zhao Chuli didn't deny it anymore.
Seeing his acquiescence, Zong Yin's wife burst into tears and rushed over with a dagger:
"Zhao Chuli, I want to avenge the prince!"
Su Mi couldn't stop it even if she wanted to.
Could it be that Zhao Chuli died suddenly not long after the death of King Changnan, and was killed by Zong Yin's marriage in revenge?
Zhao Chuli did not escape.
Instead, there was sadness and sadness in his eyes.
He stood there, looking like he was ready to be hacked by her.
Just when the tip of the knife was about to penetrate his abdomen for the second time, Zong Paner ran in crying:
"Sister, save someone by the sword! Please let him go..."
Zong Yin's marriage dagger paused in mid-air.
Regardless of her pregnancy, Zong Paner protected Zhao Chuli, knelt down on the ground, grabbed her skirt, and burst into tears:
"Sister, I know that Chu Li has committed an unforgivable sin, and I shouldn't be selfish and plead for him... But, sister, please spare his life!"
"If sister finds this difficult to swallow, Pan'er is willing to bear the responsibility for the first gift..."
After that, go and grab the dagger from Zong Yin's hand.
Zong Yinyu came to his senses and threw the dagger away.
With a bang, Zhao Chuli came back to his senses and helped Zong Pan'er up.
Zong Pan'er cried and looked at her husband. Seeing that his face was pale and the wound on his abdomen was still bleeding, she stretched out her hand and wanted to touch it, but she didn't dare: "How are you..."
Zong Yinyin looked at the two of them. His emotions just dissipated and he seemed to have calmed down.
Turning around slowly, his tone was dull:
"Let's go."
Zong Paner felt extremely guilty and cried:
"elder sister……"
"Let's go." The voice was a little more sad and helpless.
Zhao Chuli saw Zong Yin's determined back and looked at her deeply.
Even though she was almost killed in the mourning hall, she still had no intention of giving up.
There is ample time.
Wait for her to calm down and come back another day.
He and Zong Paner supported each other, staggered, and left the mourning hall.
There was silence in the hall.
Apart from a few drops of blood on the ground, it was impossible to tell what had just happened.
Zong Yinyin looked at the man in the coffin, leaned down, and gently slid her bamboo shoot-like fingertips across his cold, temperatureless face:
"Shichiro, I'm sorry."
"After all, I still didn't help you get revenge."
"Even if you kill him, you won't be able to resurrect him. Pan'er will become a widow like me, and her children will have no father."
"I know that in order to prevent the Tutor's Mansion from being implicated by you, you have tried very hard to distance yourself from my father in front of the Holy Master..."
"Because of this, everything in Taifu's Mansion is safe and smooth, and no disaster is avoided."
"If Zhao Chuli's frame-up of the prince is exposed, he will be severely criticized by the Holy Emperor. As an in-law of the Zhao family, my clan will definitely be implicated as well."
"When the time comes, no one will be able to protect the clan like you."
Speaking of this, I burst into tears.
Tears fell on the edge of the coffin.
"Shichiro, I'm sorry."
Su Mi could feel Zong Yin's pain.
Although she knew who the person who framed her husband was, she could only endure it temporarily for the sake of her father, family, sister and nephew.
Of course, there is another very important point - there is no irrefutable evidence to accuse Zhao Chuli.
This was also the first time she heard Zong Yin's wife call King Changnan - 'Qilang'.
Such an intimate and affectionate title.
The woman raised her face, tears welling up in her eyelashes. She tried her best to suppress her crying. She continued to trace the man's silent and handsome face with her fingertips, smiling sadly:
"You once asked me if I resented you for marrying me at all costs, and if I hated you and thought you were a villain... Now, I'll answer you."
"I never hated you. I fell in love with you a long time ago."
"I had admired you long before you noticed me. At that time, I was only eight years old."
"That year, I still remember it was a summer day when the lotus fragrance filled the pond, and the Queen Mother summoned me to the palace for a banquet. In the afternoon, I was young and playful, so I ran out of the Queen Mother's palace and went to play in the Royal Garden. Near the garden, I saw you practicing martial arts.
You hadn't opened your teeth at that time
After building a mansion and living in the imperial palace, you hold a spear and are as heroic as a dragon. You are just like the husband in your marriage dream. But you are the prince and I am the daughter of a foreign minister. I dare not come up and talk to you. You also