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

Chapter 689 In fact, there is no winning or losing ①
Murong Jin whispered to Qingqing with a few traces of tiredness, Qingqing, believe me, no one can replace your position in my heart.

Qing Qing nodded, I know.

But my heart is full of disappointment, everything has already changed, how can it be said that it will remain the same?

Qingqing hugged Murong Jin's waist tightly, and murmured, "You don't believe me, how uncomfortable it makes me feel!"I don't need it in the future, okay?

Qingqing raised her head and looked at him with big eyes filled with tears.

Murong Jin nodded, Qingqing, it's getting late, hurry up and take the children back.

Qingqing nodded, saluted and exited the room.

The two little guys were waiting for her outside quietly.

She picked up the child and walked quickly onto the sedan chair waiting in the yard.

After getting on the sedan chair and placing the two little guys on the lead pillows on both sides to sit down, Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief.

She only felt that her back was already wet, and she took a big breath, the two little guys were exhausted after such a toss tonight, and fell asleep crookedly leaning on her.

Qingqing still couldn't suppress the sigh in her heart, if she hadn't prepared in advance and the crime of bewitching was confirmed, she might not only implicate herself, but even harm the two babies.

Although Murong Jin was still willing to believe in herself just now, she knew that there was already suspicion in that belief.

It's no doubt that they become husband and wife.

Qingqing's eyes were moist again, this feeling, she knew, would no longer belong to her.

The road of Gongdou is not one that she can fight when she wants to, or not if she doesn't want to fight. She just realized that she is so powerless. Fate and everything she has experienced in front of her has pushed her to that road, and she cannot return. As long as there are these women, Qing Qing believes that this war will not stop.

After returning to the palace to put the two babies in place, Qingqing couldn't fall asleep anyway. She stood by the window and looked at the hall in the night. Everyone outside was yearning for this resplendent hall.

But who would understand the darkness and loneliness in it?
She stood like a sculpture until the east was pale, and gradually a golden morning glow was painted on the sky. The sky became brighter and brighter, and the whole palace was bathed in this golden morning glow. A new day is different from yesterday. What's the difference?

She laughed at herself.

(End of this chapter)