"Xiai——" Cong Kehui's voice rang outside the door. Because he was seriously injured, his face looked a little pale and bloodless. He said in a sad voice, "Sister, why are you so stupid?
To this point?”
"Have you heard everything?" Cong Xiai returned to the bed and sat down, leaning on the quilt, with a tired expression and a casual expression, "That's it. It's time to stop pretending. I no longer like him, and
, I have never loved him, and this result would be better. If I don’t break this layer of window paper, I’m afraid I will have to pretend for the rest of my life.”
"If you act like this, you will only make the Second Prince hate you for the rest of his life. There is really no benefit to be gained." Mrs. Cong said helplessly, "Why do you like that Prince Xuan? He is too perfect, too perfect to be real.
A man whose thoughts and actions are beyond our understanding. Living with such a man will be a very painful thing, unless you can be on par with him. But, Xiai, for my mother
I feel that you may not be able to understand Prince Xuan."
"How did he find out that I'm not Cong Yi'er?" Cong Xiai's tired voice was filled with confusion that could not be concealed. Her attention at this time was still on this matter, and other things seemed not to affect her at all.
"I've done a good job, why can he still recognize that I'm not Cong Yi'er at a glance?"
"Because it's not you he loves." Cong Kehui said sadly, "Xiai, my brother is a man and knows that some things cannot be hidden. Just like you tried your best to pretend to be Cong Yi'er, but you can't escape loving her.
The eyes of a person. Regardless of how outstanding a person Prince Xuan is, he can do whatever he wants in the Daxing Dynasty. Even the current emperor does not have this right! Let’s just talk about his love for Cong Yi’er.
You can't fake feelings."
"Really?" Cong Xiai said coldly, "Didn't we see that the second prince also likes Cong Yi'er? Why didn't he see that I was a fake? Cong Yi'er and I have lived together for a lot of time
We have known each other since childhood. It shouldn’t be a difficult thing for me to imitate her. It’s just that I underestimated Prince Xuan.”
"You are only imitating the Cong Yi'er of the past, not the current Cong Yi'er." Cong Kehui said softly, "Xiai, today's Cong Yi'er has changed so much that you can't appreciate her charm.
Every detail will ruin you. When Prince Xuan stood in front of you, the expression on your face revealed that your true identity is not Cong Yier. You are too humble and behave like a slave. If Cong Yier is in front of Prince Xuan,
It really looks like this, do you think Prince Xuan will like it?"
Cong Xiai closed her eyes, as if she was resting, and seemed to be thinking about something. After a while, she said softly: "Okay, that's it for now. I have to clean up and pretend to be Cong Yi in front of everyone."
Come on, if we all want to live, this is the only thing we can do. In other words, from now on, there will only be Cong Yi'er in the world, and there will no longer be Cong Xiai. If everything goes well, maybe I can do it earlier.
If things don't go well when we return to Cong Mansion, you will have to believe that I no longer exist."
Cong Kehui sighed softly and whispered: "Stop it, don't do anything involving Cong Yi'er, Prince Xuan is really not a prince who can live in peace."
"I know." Cong Xiai looked at the increasingly unfamiliar appearance in the mirror, and really hated looking like Cong Yi'er.
Seeing Sima Yixuan appear in front of him with a calm expression, Sima Rong said nothing. He thought that Sima Yixuan would not come, and was thinking about how to invite Sima Yixuan. He needed Sima Yixuan to preside over this ceremony.
Let everyone in the world know that he, Sima Rong's Crown Princess, is Cong Yi'er of Prince Cong's Mansion. From now on, Cong Yi'er will always belong to him alone. "Uncle, you are really early. You are so precious to your nephew."
It’s a pity that she’s not in good health right now, otherwise, my nephew really wishes he could treat his uncle to a drink.”
Sima Yixuan smiled faintly, looked calm, and said nothing.
Sima Rong continued with a smile: "My nephew hopes that the emperor's uncle can be invited to host a simple ceremony for my nephew. Although Yi'er's health is not good and he cannot hold a grand wedding, I still hope that the emperor's uncle can hold a grand wedding.
How about you host a simple ceremony for your nephew to let the world know about Yi'er's existence?"
Sima Yixuan raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a smile: "I am your elder, so naturally I will preside over it for you with all my heart."
Cong Xiai looked at her unfamiliar self in the mirror, her eyes expressionless. Cong Yi'er, this woman who had never been in her eyes, could turn things upside down at this moment! She will appear at the wedding as Cong Yi'er.
During the ceremony, she became the crown princess of Sima Rong. This is really a funny thing. When did she become so humble?
"Xiai, how are you?" Mrs. Cong asked softly, as if she was afraid that her voice would be too loud and disturb Cong Xiai. Seeing her daughter in such a condition, Mrs. Cong felt unbearable angina. It was she who had harmed her daughter.
If at that time - there were some things that really made no sense. She hated that woman, so she hated that woman's daughter, and hated everything about this girl who looked similar to the woman she hated, even though this hateful girl had fluids in her body.
She couldn't ignore the blood of the man she loved deeply.
Cong Xiai nodded tiredly and said softly: "Mom, I'm fine. You don't have to worry. My daughter can handle these things. Mother, Cong Yi'er is really not an ugly girl. In order to dress up like her, I
I have to carefully recall the details of her appearance. Cong Yi'er is indeed a very interesting woman, but we usually ignore it. What kind of woman is her mother that can make you still resent her at this time?
In your heart?”
Mrs. Cong was in a daze, and after a long while she slowly said: "That is a woman who will never be forgotten as a mother. She is a woman that no one can forget. No matter whether you hate her or love her, as long as you meet her, you will never forget her."
Throughout my life, she will always be with me like a shadow. Xiai, let’s let go now and don’t continue, maybe it’s still too late.”
Cong Xiai breathed out softly and said helplessly: "Mother, my daughter has to continue, step by step. If my daughter gives up at this time, it will harm the entire Cong Mansion. My daughter cannot let the Cong Mansion be destroyed in her own hands.
"
Sima Yixuan always had a smile on his face, as if he didn't care about anything. Sima Rong looked at it with doubts in his heart. What on earth was the emperor's uncle thinking? He seemed to have seen his plan, but he didn't have any idea.
action.
The emperor walked in, followed by the queen, with smiles on their faces. Sima Rong wanted to marry Cong Yi'er, the daughter of Cong Mansion. Although this was not a satisfactory result to the emperor, since his son's greetings were like this, he agreed to it.
Well, why bother to make the father and son turn against each other over a woman?
"It turns out that the emperor's younger brother is here too," the emperor said with a smile.
Sima Yixuan smiled and nodded, "Today is my nephew's big day, so I naturally want to come to get a wedding drink. Moreover, Sima Rong also hopes that I can host today's ceremony for him. How can I not show up?
.”
"Yes, the kid really hopes that the emperor's uncle can preside over today's ceremony for the kid. Being able to marry Yi'er is really a fortunate thing for the kid. Therefore, the kid hopes that a person who can be convinced by everyone can
I will take charge of everything for the child." Sima Rong looked at Sima Yixuan with a bit of indifference.
The emperor sighed and said: "I really don't know what you are thinking. You have to choose to marry an overbearing and willful Cong Yi'er instead of cherishing her. However, since this is your choice, my father will also control it."
No, as long as you are happy, that’s fine. Where’s Cong Yi’er, why don’t you see her here?”
"She is changing clothes in the back. Because she has not been feeling well for the past two days, her physical strength is a little weak and her work will be slower. Please forgive me, father." Sima Rong said softly.