Yu Wenhao was shocked hearing she said she didn’t want to die as his wife.
It was ridiculous. It was she who had played all the tricks in order to marry him.
"Wake up and make it clear!" Yu Wenhao felt unknown anger surging inside him. He held her face and patted it.
Nurse Xi got mad. She stood up and pulled Yuan Qingling behind her. “How could you be so cold-blood? Your Highness, I can’t believe you’re so malicious now. You’re a couple, and even if she’s a stranger, you can’t do that to her. Don’t you feel guilty at all?”
Yu Wenhao glanced at Yuan Qingling. Her face already turned pale in fear, and her eyes full of tears. She was forcing herself not to cry out, seeming so stubborn and tough.
He somehow couldn’t face her toughness, so he turned around and walked out.
Standing under the locust tree outside the side hall, he watched the yellow leaves drifting. He had never had the feeling before.
“Wenhao!” Chu Mingcui called him from behind.
Yu Wenhao composed himself and turned to look at her.
She was standing in front of the porch, with a long dress train dragged behind. She had a noble vibe, like a heavenly fairy.
Her beauty was like no other in this world.
They were childhood sweethearts, but now she was another man’s wife. Upon thinking of that, Yu Wenhao’s heart ached.
Chu Mingcui saw his reaction and felt satisfied.
He still couldn’t get over her.
She raised her face and said with relief, “His Majesty is much better now. And your father has changed his attitude towards you. I feel so happy for you.”
Yu Wenhao didn’t respond.
After a long while, Chu Mingcui suddenly said in a sad tone, “How are you doing?”
Yu Wenhao looked down. “Not bad. I’m still alive anyway.”
Chu Mingcui put on a miserable smile. “Yeah, you’re right. We’re still alive. That’s enough. Now I just hope that what I fear won’t happen.”
Yu Wenhao looked up at her. “What is it?”
Chu Mingcui's eyelashes trembled slightly. She whispered with tears in her eyes, "I'm afraid that one day, you and he will have a vicious against each other for the throne."
Yu Wenhao was silent for a long while, then he slowly shook his head. "No, it won’t happen. I’ve never changed my mind, and you don't need to be worried. I’ll keep my promise to you."
Staring at his handsome face, Chu Mingcui sighed, "You know, I always wished it was you." Once she finished, her eyelashes moved fast. She felt like crying. After She made him see that, she slowly turned around and walked away.
He freeze there still, but he wasn’t thinking about Chu Mingcui's sad glance at him.
Instead, it was Yuan Qingling's miserable and resolute face that kept coming up in his mind.
Nurse Xi came out with water. She stood behind him for a while and then said in a low voice, "Your Highness, please get in now. Everything will come clear."
Yu Wenhao slightly nodded and turned to walk into the room. He did have a lot to ask Yuan Qingling.
Yuan Qingling was still lying on her bed with her face down. Her clothes just lightly shrouded her back under the silk quilt. She laid her cheek on the pillow, and her face looked so pale.
Seeing Yu Wenhao coming in, she slowly closed her eyes, and there was a faint bruise under her tired eyes. The shadow of her eyelashes cast down, making her look fragile and worn out.
Yu Wenhao had calmed down a lot. He pulled a chair and sat in front of the bed. "We need to talk about it."
Yuan Qingling didn't bother to open her eyes, and only said in a flat voice, "As long as you don’t use violence, I’m willing to talk anytime."
She sounded at ease.
Yu Wenhao squinted his eyes, looking at the wounds all over her body. He felt her calmness somewhat ironic.
Yuan Qingling slowly opened her eyes to stare at him. "Don’t overthink about it. I mean what I said. Your Highness, I’m more than glad that you want to talk. I'm not a masochist, and I don’t need you to beat me to be cooperative."
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