The Concubine Queen of the Phoenix: Your Majesty spoils his wife excessively

Chapter 235 Breaking through at night, holding her in my arms [5]

The fragility in the water eyes is hidden, and the head is turned lightly and ruthlessly: "Don't be smart, I am the princess of Pingguo now, with supreme power in her hands, and she is already different from Su Qingying, who was born as a concubine."

After finishing speaking, Jun Xiye's long fingers raised her slender chin, and she was forced to look into his dark black eyes.

"In my eyes, you will always be the same you as you were seven years ago. From the beginning to the end, you have not changed."

As he said this, his voice was soft, but it penetrated her heart.

Suddenly, she pulled away his fingers, "Don't forget, you already divorced me back then! From the moment you wrote the divorce letter, Su Qingying was dead. What you see now is Shui Qingying, the Princess Pingguo! It is Shui Qingyao who has killed countless people and even dared to massacre a city!"

"So what?" Jun Xiye asked back: "Whether it's Su Qingying or Shui Qingying, you are you."

Qingyao stared blankly, this sentence was very short, but it was the most touching words she had heard in the past seven years.

Slowly, she spoke slowly: "Then if I'm not Su Yinshuang, am I still me?"

The Qingjun in front of him smiled, and he held her slender waist, letting her fall into his arms, "Of course it's you."

Leaning his head against his arms, he listened lightly to his regular heartbeat.

I don't know why, but the sound of Jun Xiye's heartbeat can always calm her down, and there really is no difference in this point for several years.

Jun Xiye didn't touch her too much, just hugged her like this, letting her stick to him and feel each other's breath.

No one spoke, not Jun Xiye, nor Qingqing—forget it, he will leave tomorrow, and tonight... Let's regard it as the only sweet dream in these seven years.

After a long time, Jun Xiye asked, "What did you dream about just now?"

"Su Yinshuang." She replied.

"Huh?" Jun Xiye raised her eyebrows.

Sighing lightly, she looked up at the faintly yellow candles outside the bed curtain, "Aren't you surprised why I exiled Su Zhong and let him die on the way, after all, he is my real father."

"I didn't know your identity when I heard the news. I didn't think it was weird at the time. Now..." Jun Xiye lowered his head and looked at the little woman in his arms. He knew that she had had a hard time in the past seven years, but the one he loved The Yingying is definitely not a cold woman without humanity, it is not so simple for her to kill Su Zhong.

"I...I'm not Su Yinshuang. You might think I'm crazy...but I'm definitely not her."

Looking at the flickering candle, Qingying gradually lost her mind: "My name is Su Qingying, I am in the 21st century... that is, thousands of years after this, I am a person of that era. I was an orphan since I was a child, and I had heart disease. The symptoms are about the same as those of Chu Yang. There is a man named Leng Qianxi, whose appearance is exactly the same as Chu Yang, even the purple eyes are the same. He picked me up and took care of me with all his strength, trying to cure my illness. Unfortunately, I am not as strong as Chu Yang, and I can always live in that painful way... I didn’t fall into hell after I died, and I saw you when I opened my eyes—isn’t it absurd, like a lie?”

"Yes."

After a while, Jun Xiye replied.

"I knew—" It was a whimsical thing to be reborn lightly.

"But..." Jun Xiye paused, and hugged her harder than before, as if she was afraid that she would run away, "I believe it."

(End of this chapter)