Leftover Girl Crossing: King Leng's Stand-in Concubine

Chapter 416 Worried ④

Murong Jin said in a low voice, "I don't care about the imperial decree or not, as long as you and our children are safe and sound!"

What he said was so sincere, Qingqing only felt sourness in her eyes.

Qingqing suddenly hugged Murong Jin's waist tightly, put her face on his chest and said, "Such a good Jin. How could I be willing to let him go alone!"

Murong Jin picked her head up with his hands, made her look into his eyes and said, "I didn't protect you before, and I caused you a lot of grievances. I can't make mistakes again and again to put you in danger!"

Qingqing shook her head and said, "This is not called taking risks, but life's test for us."

Suddenly, I feel as if I have known Murong Jin for thousands of years. The familiarity is as natural as every breath.

Murong Jin said seriously, "Qingqing, this is not a joke. I've been thinking about it for a long time these days, and I can't let you go with me."

Qingqing hugged him tightly, tears rolling down like broken beads.

He choked up and said, "I won't let you go by yourself. Since we are husband and wife and we drank that wine, we should depend on each other for life and death."

Qingqing said resolutely, "If anything happens to you, I will never live. If this great cause is successful, I will witness this moment!"

Murong Jin finally compromised and said, "Okay, but promise me, you must be careful in everything when you enter the palace."

Qing Qing nodded, Murong Jin lowered his head and kissed away the tears on her face, "I don't want to see you cry."

Murong Jin, who is as cold as ice in front of outsiders, also has such a warm side, but only you know this side.

That night, Qingqing hugged Murong Jin's arms tightly and fell asleep sweetly. When she was about to face her, she was much calmer than the days of waiting.

Early in the morning of the second day, just as the sky turned fish-belly white, Qingqing sat in front of the carved scene, and her thick black hair was pulled up high into a complicated style by a maid.

Then it is dotted with exquisite pearl hairpins, a golden bird in the middle is swaying, and the thin tassels are slightly cold on the forehead.

She was wearing a low-cut taupe-colored dress with a hem that tugged to the floor. The exquisite Pfaff pattern embroidered with gold thread shone golden in the light.

Qingqing's slightly protruding belly is looming, and she wears a tulle of the same color on her arm, making her look radiant, noble and elegant.

(End of this chapter)