The young emperor was afraid of the marriage between the Xue family and Zhao Yanqing, so he finally couldn't help but take action?
But what if Zhao Yanqing and Xue Nanyin love each other but can't help each other? Even if they die, my tomorrow will never come back...
Thinking of tomorrow, my hatred for Zhao Yanqing deepens even more.
I felt sad in my heart and replied coldly to him, "His Royal Highness, why are you telling me this? What does this matter have to do with me?"
Zhao Yanqing was once again hurt by my indifference to her self-esteem.
His expression froze, he turned his head and said no more.
After a while, he handed me an extremely delicate bronze Tang Pozi as if he was honoring me, and said calmly, "It's a little cold on the road. You can use this first and change into thicker clothes when you get there."
As he said that, he forced Yu Pozi, who was wrapped in a rouge-colored cloth cover, into my hand.
In an instant, a warmth spread along my palms and throughout my body.
It's snowing heavily today, and it's not an exaggeration to say it's freezing cold. It's fine inside the house, but I'm really a bit cold outside now.
Therefore, there was no cold rejection like before.
I don't know if it was my imagination, but when I hugged Mrs. Tang, I seemed to see a hint of distress in Zhao Yanqing's eyes.
"Azhen, why did you refuse to ask for the banknote I gave you that day and make your life so miserable for nothing?"
"Look at what your hands are like?"
Zhao Yanqing frowned and looked at my hand with a somewhat reproachful tone.
As he spoke, he slowly stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch me.
I don't know why Zhao Yanqing suddenly cares about me so much, but I don't feel the slightest warmth about his concern, I just feel disgusted.
When that big hand with distinct joints stretched out, I pulled my hand back hard, glared at him and said, "Don't touch me."
"Azhen..." Zhao Yanqing called me again. His gentle eyes showed a hint of shame. He paused for a moment and then slowly took back his hand.
Then he turned his head and looked outside, looking sad and lonely.
If you didn't know, looking at his expression, you would have thought that I had betrayed him.
Zhao Yanqing is such a hypocritical and vicious man, but good at pretending.
I was taunting in my heart, clutching Tang Pozi in my hand, wanting to hit him hard in the face.
While thinking, an hour had passed and the carriage stopped in Chunfeng Lane.
Zhao Yanqing opened the door, and a servant handed him a footstool with a smile on his face, stretched out his hand to support him and said, "Master, you are back."
"Well." Zhao Yanqing pushed away his support, stretched out his hand to help me, and asked, "How is the young master? Is he feeling better?"
Young Master?
I was just wondering when I saw a three- or four-year-old boy stumbling from the door of Zhao's house. Behind him, there was also a woman in her early twenties.
As soon as the woman saw Zhao Yanqing, she hurriedly came up, took his robe with a smile, and asked, "Sir, where have you been? Why didn't you come back all night? Brother Ping missed you. What happened last night?
Even though he was sick, he kept calling me daddy."
Brother Ping? Dad?
So, Zhao Yanqing raised an illegitimate child here?
Therefore, it is not that the royal bloodline cannot be left out, but that my tomorrow is not worthy of living.
I looked at the woman and the boy coldly.
The boy is about three and a half years old. He looks very much like Zhao Yanqing. If my Ming'er were alive, he would be this old.
So, when Zhao Yanqing got married to me, he was with this woman?
So who am I? The victim who blocked the knife?
I sneered in my heart and looked at the enchanting woman carefully.
In my cold eyes, the woman seemed to have just seen me, and the smile on her face froze. When she turned to look at Zhao Yanqing, she put on a gentle look again, and asked Zhao Yanqing with a smile, "Master
, who is this girl?”
At that time, the boy also ran over, hugged Zhao Yanqing's thigh and called him, "Daddy."
The boy's voice was crisp, and his big round eyes looked at him innocently.
Seeing him, Zhao Yanqing's eyes instantly softened, and she picked up the boy very skillfully.
While laughing and teasing, he replied to the woman in a solemn voice, "Huaichun, come here, I've met Madam."
"Madam?" The woman's eyes froze, a little hesitant, and...unwilling.
But in the end, she still gave me a forced smile and said Yingying, "Slave Zhou Huaichun has met Madam."
After he finished speaking, Zhou Huaichun seemed to have thought of something again and pretended to care about me.
"By the way, madam, the expenses in this house are usually controlled by the slave. If you are short of anything, just tell the slave."