half demon glass

Chapter 781 Qian Xianjing’s Past ([-])
Qian Xianjing was speechless for a moment when asked by "I", looking at the little "I" as if she didn't know how to answer.

After a pause for a few seconds, he replied: "When you grow up, you will understand. Anyway, I don't care. Our marriage is a lesson learned from heaven and earth. You must promise me!"

According to my temperament, I hate being forced by others. When I heard Qian Xianjing say this, not to mention me who was more than one year old at that time, and even myself now, when I saw this scene, I felt disgusted and forbearance. He couldn't help but frown.

Xu Shi saw "I" looking displeased and a little reluctant. Qian Xianjing not only did not give in, but also pressed for "I" to agree.

Maybe I was still standing on the sacrificial altar, with so many pairs of eyes around me, staring at them and whispering, or maybe I didn't want to be pushed too far. Although "I" felt reluctant, I still nodded expressionlessly, perfunctorily. Done.

"understood."

Only then did Qian Xianjing smile with satisfaction.

After confirming the marriage and receiving congratulatory gifts from various families, the smile on Yuntian Jue's lips almost reached his ears.

Only my mother, standing aside, participated in the entire ceremony like an outsider, with a dull face and wandering eyes.

Perhaps because of this ten-year ceremony, Qian Xianjing could meet his little wife in advance.

In the following days, the Yun family and Si family fought more and more fiercely, and he went to the main hall to meet me more and more often.

At first, he just pestered Qian Jinyan to take him with him when he went to the sacrificial hall to preside over affairs.

After he got familiar with it, he simply ran to the main hall every two days. Not only did he often bring snacks made by Qianjia chefs, but he also wanted to deliver all the goodies he got to me.

For a long time, Qian Xianjing seemed to be my only playmate in the cold main hall.

Although there are many maids and accompanying students around me, every one of them is cautious when seeing me, walking on thin ice.

As long as I show the slightest displeasure on my face, they will immediately kneel down, fearing that they will not tolerate me.

Only Qian Xianjing, although she was like a housekeeper and wanted to take care of me, she also helped me and looked particularly humble.

As time passed, the two of them grew up day by day, although later Qian Xianling also often came to the main hall with Qian Xianjing.

But I have always called Qian Xianling by his first name, and I have only addressed him as Qian Xianjing, starting from Qian Dagongzi, Qian Xianjing, to later brother Xianjing.

Although these images are not my own memories, I cannot peek into what I was thinking at the time.

But you can also guess that during this period of time, I should have lived the happiest and most innocent time in the Southern Xinjiang Temple.

It wasn't until a few years later that my mother suddenly jumped off the platform and committed suicide in front of me, leaving no trace of ashes behind. That was when my life changed drastically.

Probably from this moment on, there was no light in my eyes anymore.

I am not a fool. I can feel that my mother lived a very miserable life in southern Xinjiang. For her, losing her soul is the best relief.

It's just that my mother died and I was relieved, but it was the beginning of a nightmare for me when I was young...

All this seems particularly profound in the fragmented and restored memory of myself, but in Qian Xianjing's impression, it is insignificant.

Perhaps, this is the biggest difference between him and the little fox in my heart.

(End of this chapter)