The concubine is not easy to mess with: The prince chases his wife at the crematorium

Xiao Yunting looked at her and stopped talking.

There is no record of the genocide of the Moro tribe in Dongling, which proves that this period of history has been deliberately hidden, and it is not easy to investigate.

More than thirty years ago, his father was not yet in power.The so-called young and handsome men in the court should be at least fifty now. There were not many people with such decision-making power at that time. If they were older, they might have turned into withered bones.

Although the woman in front of me didn't seem to be lying, what could she do with her one-sided words?What's more, she can't even remember anyone clearly now.

If there were no records about this clan on the map more than 30 years ago, he would even think that these are just facts fabricated by the woman in front of him.

War is never beautiful, but many times it is necessary to end a war with war.

The fear in Ayuna's eyes suddenly disappeared, and she stood up slowly from her knees on the ground: "This young master protects Dongling so much. He should be more than just an ordinary young master from aristocratic families in Dongling."

There was clear hatred in those eyes.

Xiao Yunting looked at her calmly and said, "So, you want to kill me to avenge the Moro clan?"

Ayun suddenly laughed, laughing very crazily: "Revenge? You are joking, I am not stupid. I know how much I weigh. Even if I want to take revenge, what revenge can I use? With my ordinary face, Or are these hands that have never even killed a chicken? Of course, if you think I am in danger, Master, you can kill me now."

Xiao Yunting looked at her and said nothing.

The middle-aged man climbed up from the ground and hugged his wife tightly: "Ayun, Ayun, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I never knew about this. I really didn't know about this."

After saying this, he separated Xiao Yunting and his wife with his own body, turned his head to look at Xiao Yunting and said, "Sir, please, please, don't hurt Ayun, Ayun will not take revenge, she She has no ability to take revenge, and we still have children, so I will keep an eye on her. Young Master, please, please let her go!"

This scene is so touching.

Ayun, who was a little crazy just now, gradually shed tears and sobbed: "Agui, for all these years... I have actually hated you."

When the middle-aged man heard her say this, he subconsciously protected her tighter: "If you hate it, just hate it." Ayun said softly: "Agui, I hate you, and I also love you. I love you because of you. You were the only person who really treated me well after I was in trouble, and you were the one who made me know that not all people in Dongling are vicious, greedy and disgusting people. But the more I love you, the more guilty I feel towards the entire Moro family. I don’t know either. What should I do, so I am lukewarm to you, sometimes hot and cold, and the same is true for A Niu. I want to get close but am afraid of getting close... I can't forgive myself, but I can't stop loving you either."

The middle-aged man was slightly startled when he heard this.

Over the years, he had always thought that his wife's personality was like this, cold and distant. No matter how busy the kitchen was on weekdays, her wife would never take the initiative to help her, but he did not expect that there were so many people behind her. burden.

She faces this alone...but he occasionally complains and even feels that his wife doesn't love him.

But he didn't care, because... it was enough for him to love her.

But now he knew that she also loved her. Hearing her affectionate confession to him only made him, a middle-aged man, emotional and burst into tears: "Ayun, it's my fault. I'm not good enough. I didn't really do the right thing." I care about you and love you, but I didn’t take care of all your emotions.”

"Agui, you are already very good, very good, very good. It's my fault. I'm sorry for your kindness."

Ayun hugged her husband, and the long-pressed emotions in her heart were completely vented. Her whole body was like a deflated rubber ball, gradually losing its vitality.

Finally, she gently hugged the man who hugged her hard, happily pulled out the hairpin on her head, and inserted it into her neck without hesitation.

Shen Qinghuan had been staring at the person in front of him, so he noticed the situation in front of him immediately and immediately took action and grabbed her hand that he wanted to break.

"If you die, then there will be no one left in the Moro tribe. You know that the Moro tribe once existed, and you know who those people who were sorry for them are, and you also know that the Moro tribe's former culture and beliefs, only As long as you live, the Moro tribe will not be destroyed, right? Your child,"

There is no such thing as empathy in this world. After all, the same thing happening to different people may have two different feelings.

She didn't know how well she could empathize with her, but as a doctor, she didn't want to see a patient with a mental illness die in front of her.

What's more, she was just a victim in the first place.