The affection, tenderness, and care shown in the words are very much like the Yanlang who loved me deeply.
My Yanlang, he died on his way home four years ago.
And Zhao Yanqing was just Zhao Yanqing, the King Rong of Zhou Dynasty, nothing more.
I grabbed his hand. After a brief moment of distraction, I increased the strength in my hand. My nails dug into his skin inch by inch until blood oozed around the nails.
However, Zhao Yanqing still didn't let go. He didn't seem to feel the pain. He hugged me tighter, his head pressed against my neck, and he called my maiden name over and over again, as if he really felt sorry for me.
I retracted my fingernails from pinching him, feeling a little unbearable.
"Zhao Yanqing, have you had enough acting?"
"True mother, I..."
"What are you? Do you feel sorry for me?"
I broke off Zhao Yanqing's hand, turned around and looked at him coldly, and said with a sarcastic smile, "Your Highness, Prince Rong, there is no one else here, so you don't have to be pretentious."
"Also, when will your errand end? When can I go home?"
"You really want to leave?"
Zhao Yanqing is Zhao Yanqing after all. After being exposed by me, he stopped pretending.
He only paused for a moment, and soon returned to his usual calm expression.
Then he sat back on the chair in the room, looked at me lazily, and replied, "Mingzhen, handling a case is not a matter of one or two days, it can take as little as ten days, or as long as a year and a half."
"It's no use being anxious."
So, I might still be disgusted by him for another year and a half?
"One month, I will only cooperate with you for one month."
I replied coldly to Zhao Yanqing, lowered my eyes and glanced at his leisurely and lazy face, stepped forward, tugged on the dark sleeves, and added, "Also, I am more familiar with Qingyang County than you are. If necessary, I can help you."
help."
Yes, if we can get rid of Zhao Yanqing as soon as possible, I am willing to help.
"You can't help."
However, before I finished speaking, Zhao Yanqing interrupted me.
He pushed away my hand that was holding his sleeve, pointed to the frostbite on the back of my hand, and said warmly, "If you want to help me, you have to heal the injury first."
"There are things you don't want to say, so I won't force you for the time being."
"It's just Mingzhen. If you are wronged in the future, you must tell me."
"I am your husband, even if it was only once."
"..."
"Zhao Yanqing, you are really sick."
I replied to him coldly and walked out of the room.
It's useless to talk more. I don't want to talk to Zhao Yanqing anymore. I only ask Aunt Li from time to time whether he is going out and whether he has gone out on errands.
The answers I got were all no.
In the next two days, Zhao Yanqing almost stayed in the study.
It wasn't until the third day that he hurriedly went out for a trip, and it wasn't until the next night that he returned home dusty.
As soon as I entered the door, I headed towards my room.
Seeing this, Grandma Li hurriedly went up to meet Zhao Yanqing. She took Zhao Yanqing's robe and asked him with a smile, "Master, do you want some midnight snacks?"
Zhao Yanqing did not answer, only waved his hand and told her, "Mother Li, please go down first."
When Grandma Li heard this, she looked at me, then at Zhao Yanqing, and then closed the door with a smile on her face.
I sat in front of the couch, stroking my hair that I had just let down, looking at Zhao Yanqing coldly, and asked, "His Royal Highness, Prince Rong, came here late at night, but do you have anything to give me?"
"What? You can't come if you have nothing to do?" Zhao Yanqing lay beside me.
I frowned and stepped back slightly.
Zhao Yanqing smiled lightly and moved an inch closer to me, as if he had read my thoughts, and said warmly, "Don't worry, I told you, if I don't force you, I won't force you."
"I came here today to tell you that your mother's disappearance sixteen years ago may be related to the case I am currently handling."
"Mingzhen, you've probably been with me for a year and a half."