The evil king trains his wife

Chapter 290 Accept the reality

This is the first time she has done this in front of him.

That scream was unusually strange, like a needle piercing his eardrum and then piercing his heart.

The inkstone on the table was knocked over, and his plain white sleeves were stained with black ink marks.

The ink marks quickly spread on his usually spotless sleeves, as if some kind of dirty and dark thing lay between them, which could never be erased.

Jiang Chengfeng looked at her blankly.

The four eyes met, and her pupils were covered with a layer of coldness, which concealed the complicated emotions.

The ink inkstone table spun a few times on the desk and fell to the ground——

There was a crisp sound of "crash", and it fell into two halves.

Bai Qiannian suddenly recovered.

The ink marks on his plain white sleeves hurt her eyes.

"Master... yes, I'm sorry..."

She avoided Jiang Cheng's suspicious patrolling eyes in panic, "I...I just..."

She didn't know what happened just now, she woke up from that dream, saw Master, and suddenly felt...

It was an indescribable feeling. In short, although the action just now was not her original intention, it seemed to be a reflection of instinct.

Could this be because she has the blood of Sundial City in her body?
So even though she was unwilling to face it or admit it, she still couldn't escape a certain instinct in her body and mind.

There was no anger on his face, but he looked at her worriedly.

"Have a nightmare?"

His extremely magnetic voice was like a gentle hand gently stroking her messy heart.

The tip of his nose suddenly became sore, Bai Qiannian quickly avoided his gaze, and squatted down to pick up the inkstone.

Her slender hands were stained with ink, and she was holding half of the inkstone in one hand, feeling the pain she couldn't describe in her heart.

His cold voice sounded from above his head.

"It's broken, just throw it away."

"This inkstone should be very valuable, it would be a pity to lose it."

"No matter how expensive it is, it is useless."

Bai Qiannian was startled, and tried to put the two halves of the inkstone together.

She said, "As long as you put it together and fix it, you can continue to use it!"

"There's no need to be persistent." He said softly, "Broken things, when you put them back together, they just look perfect. There will be traces anyway. Accept the reality. I'll send someone to the black market to buy a better one later."

Bai Qiannian was dejected, and let go of her hands.

Just an inkstone, isn't it just like her and Master?

Already broken, no matter how hard she tried to pretend nothing happened, there was still a crack in her heart.

Accept reality?
No, how could she accept this reality!
A tear fell quietly and merged into the black ink.

She lowered her head, bit her lip, and controlled her emotions.

"Master, I... am not feeling well today, how about practicing calligraphy tomorrow?"

"Yes." He replied softly, "Seeing that you are restless today, go and rest."

Bai Qiannian glanced at the ink marks on his sleeves, dared not raise his head to meet his gaze, got up and walked outside.

As soon as he walked out of the imperial study, he bumped into Lingzhi who came over with tea.

Lingzhi stabilized his steps and dodged in time to prevent the tea from spilling out.

"Miss Qiannian, don't you practice calligraphy?"

Bai Qiannian said nothing, lowered her head and left quickly.

Lingzhi glanced at her panicked back in doubt, what happened?
She turned around and entered the royal study, saw a puddle of ink on the ground, slowly raised her head, and found that the prince's sleeves were also stained with ink.

She was puzzled and asked, "My lord, is it because Miss Qian Nian doesn't want to practice calligraphy?"

(End of this chapter)