Isn't it him who I should take revenge on the most?
Without his connivance, how could Xue Nanyin dare to murder the royal family?
Under Zhao Yanqing's hypocritical and affectionate gaze, I gradually woke up from my fear.
"Zhao Yanqing, it is never Xue Nanyin who I should take revenge on."
"But you."
After saying something coldly, I took off my dark purple brocade robe, got out of bed with my bare feet, and picked up the clothes scattered on the floor one by one.
Zhao Yanqing was probably wronged by what I said. He sat in front of the bed, clutching the brocade robe and said nothing, staring at me expressionlessly.
It wasn't until I put on my clothes again and was about to go out that I suddenly stood up again and blocked my way.
I subconsciously took a step back and grabbed the tea bowl on the table.
"Mingzhen, don't be afraid, I won't touch you." Just when I wanted to smash the tea bowl, Zhao Yanqing took my hand, gently opened my fingers, put the tea bowl back, and pulled me
Walk back to the bed.
He moved the brocade robe away with one hand and spread the quilt on the bed with the other hand. He said with red eyes, "The quilt and quilt on the bed are all new and don't smell like me."
"You...you don't have to be afraid of getting dirty."
While Zhao Yanqing was talking, the bed had been made.
Immediately, he took out a new bedding from the box and made a bed in front of the bed.
During the whole process, he kept his head lowered, his voice was hoarse and low, and the ends of his eyes were a little red. He looked... as if he was sad.
Because I dislike his robe? Because I dislike his dirty clothes?
Oh, an illusion, another illusion.
I was mocking in my heart, watching Zhao Yanqing lay the floor, hesitated for a moment, and then returned to the bed.
After all, Zhao Yanqing just needs me to act with him.
Now that I sleep in the same room with him honestly, with Xue Nanyin here, I guess he won't really do anything to me again.
Even so, I was still very vigilant that night and slept half asleep until dawn. When I opened my eyes, I saw Zhao Yanqing's clear and calm face, and I breathed a long sigh of relief.
At that time, Zhao Yanqing also woke up.
He slowly opened his eyes, and when he looked at me, his eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes and the circles under his eyes were very red.
"Mingzhen, are you awake?" Zhao Yanqing curled up his lips with a gentle smile. As he stood up to clean the floor, he picked up his clothes and said, "Wait a moment, I will clean it up in a moment."
As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly folded the bedding into the box and put on his robe again, very carefully, as if he was afraid of contaminating any of my clothes.
Zhao Yanqing's humbleness is so obvious that it makes me sick.
I looked at him indifferently, not feeling the emotion he wanted, nor even the slightest bit moved. After he finished packing, I passed him and went to the outer hall to have breakfast.
Due to what happened last night, there was no doubt that today's breakfast was extremely silent.
After breakfast, Grandma Li came to tell me that my yard was tidied up.
She stood in front of the table, smiled at me very respectfully, and said, "Madam, it's generally packed, but some small items are broken. Please go and see if there's anything missing. I'll ask you to buy more."
"No need." I waved my hand and replied to her calmly, "As long as I can move back tonight."
"Okay, then this old slave will..."
Bang!
Before Grandma Li finished speaking, a loud noise suddenly came from my ears.
I turned my head and saw Zhao Yanqing lying straight on the ground, as if... fainted?
"Master, oh, Master, what's wrong with you!" Grandma Li was stunned for a moment, and then she screamed in panic.
I looked at Zhao Yanqing, whose face was flushed. Hesitantly, I reached out tremblingly to touch his forehead. It was so hot!
"Mother Li, hurry up and ask for Dr. Zhu. I've passed out from the fever."