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died?

Qi Yitang was stunned for a moment, then a surge of joy welled up in her heart. Good riddance!

With Xie Jingyu dead, she no longer had any worries.

Before she could catch her breath, her mind went blank, and she recalled what Xie Ling had said—he did it himself.

Doesn't that mean... he's met Xie Jingyu?!

Thinking of Xie Ling's unusual behavior, Qi Yitang's face turned pale instantly, all color draining away.

Did Xie Jingyu tell him something, what he called his previous life?

Did Xie Ling believe it?

He probably believed it... Qi Yitang felt a chill in her heart; no wonder Li Degui had that expression.

Her vision blurred, and Qi Yitang hated herself for being so useless, wondering why she hadn't killed Xie Jingyu sooner!

In this situation, she has no idea what Xie Jingyu said, but based on her understanding of Xie Jingyu, he would definitely embellish the story and, before he dies, bring up all the words that could pierce Xie Ling's heart, stabbing him in the heart word by word.

She could even picture Xie Jingyu's twisted face. "Xie Ling, do you know that Qi Yitang deliberately plotted to kill you so that I could sit on the throne?"

"The woman beside you in your bed fought tooth and nail with her cousin in her past life for my favor, and she even went to great lengths to have a child for me..."

"You think she loves you? Ridiculous. She's just changed her target in this life—she's a dog, she'll follow whoever gives her a bone."

A sudden chill ran down her spine, as if a scorching gaze was pressing down on her from above, trying to see right through her.

"Tangtang, why aren't you saying anything?"

"Tell me, tell me, I'm just a little, a little thirsty..." Qi Yitang's whole body was stiff, and her hands were barely under her control.

He shakily picked up the teapot on the table, poured himself a cup of water, and took a sip.

Forcing herself to calm down, Qi Yitang finally spoke, "So what if he's dead? He wasn't anyone important anyway. I've disliked him for a long time; he was a real eyesore."

As she spoke, she asked, seemingly casually, "By the way, Yanzhi, I heard that some bad people like to drag others down with them before they die. I tricked him like that before, Xie Jingyu must be holding a grudge. Has he... said anything bad about me?"

"What bad things are you saying?"

Qi Yitang swallowed hard. "It's like, like getting revenge in the next life, or... some crazy stuff about a past life..."

No one had ever told Qi Yitang that she truly couldn't lie.

When she gets nervous, her eyes dart around, her eyelashes flutter, and she looks left and right but doesn't dare to look at him. She looks exactly like a kitten caught doing something wrong, with its tail all puffed up and its neck stiff, pretending that it didn't do anything.

Anyone with a brain can see that she's hiding something.

Xie Ling, however, seemed to be blind and unable to see. He simply reached out and gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips, his movements light and slow.

"I don't believe in those things; I only care about this life."

Qi Yitang felt a slight tightness in her chest.

All the tension in my heart eased at his words, and my heart skipped a beat.

"Tangtang, I don't care about the past or any of those ridiculous past lives. What matters most right now is sincerity."

If you still don't understand this, you're really a fool; he's given himself all the exceptions.

Her nose tingled, and Qi Yitang's eyes welled up with tears. She suddenly rushed forward and hugged his waist, calling out in a muffled voice, "Yanzhi—".

It seemed like she couldn't say anything, or that anything she said would be superfluous. Qi Yitang just buried her face in Xie Ling's arms, holding him tightly.

Once her emotions had calmed down a bit, Qi Yitang looked up at him, as if trying to dispel her panic with a kiss.

Xie Ling smiled slightly and lowered his head to kiss him.

Don't do those things in front of the children!

The next second, the child burst into a heart-wrenching cry, "Wah—!"

Xie Ling: "…………"

"What's wrong with her?" Qi Yitang was startled.

Why are you crying for no reason?

Qi Yitang is the type who likes cats and dogs, and she's happy to pet and cuddle them, but she doesn't have the patience to raise them herself.

The same goes for children; even the most well-behaved child can be a headache when they cry.

Qi Yitang quickly stuffed the swaddled baby into Xie Ling's arms, "Yanzhi, hurry up and comfort him."

Since it wasn't her own child, Xie Ling had no patience to coax it. She pinched the bridge of her nose and told Li Degui to take the child out to find a wet nurse.

Why did you have to cry now of all times?

Sure enough, the child came to collect a debt.

……

Xie Jingyu is dead, the crisis is over.

Qi Yitang finally relaxed, her body going limp as if her bones had been removed.

She insisted that Xie Ling stay at the Qi residence for one night before returning to the palace.

Night fell, autumn insects chirped outside the window, and moonlight shone through the half-open window, spreading a thin layer of silver frost on the blue brick floor.

The unfinished business that had been interrupted by Xiao Suisui during the day was finally continued in the quiet night.

As the excitement grew, Qi Yitang was about to make a sound, but Xie Ling suddenly lowered his head and said in a very soft voice, "Tangtang, the candle in your cousin's room is still lit. If she hears this..."

Qi Yitang froze.

She quickly bit her lower lip, forcefully suppressing the sound that was already on the tip of her tongue, only letting out a few soft sobs through her teeth.

Xie Ling nibbled on her earlobe, "What a good girl."

Qi Yitang's face was flushed red, almost as if it were dripping blood. She curled up in Xie Ling's arms, her fingers gripping the blanket tightly, struggling...

In truth, she has only herself to blame for this.

Initially, Ning Nishang's courtyard was flooded, so she had to temporarily move to a side courtyard. Later, Qi Yitang generously let her stay there, since her territory was in the palace and she rarely went back to her parents' home, so moving around would be too much trouble.

Living close by makes it easy for her to curry favor with the female lead; their sisterly bond is wonderful.

But now Qi Yitang wished she could slap herself twice.

What's so good about it!

The house was so small that even the slightest noise could be heard by the neighbors. It wasn't as spacious as the palace, so she had to endure it the whole time.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he bit Xie Ling's shoulder.

Qi Yitang even wanted to praise herself; she really brought this upon herself.

[What are you two doing?! The female lead has become part of your play, is that really so fun...? I want to see.]

[Mosaic, I'd trade being single in my next life for you to malfunction just once, so please, malfunction already!]

Qi Yitang no longer had time to read the comments.

She clung to Xie Ling, half-conscious, her mind like a piece of duckweed floating on the water, tossed about by wave after wave.

Xie Ling's strength and patience were unusual tonight, as if he were trying to crush something out of his body.

When the clouds cleared and the rain stopped, Qi Yitang had already gone limp and fainted.

Xie Ling, however, remained conscious.

Li Degui brought hot water, and Xie Ling gently and carefully pulled Qi Yitang out of the quilt, washing her inside and out. Then she carefully wrapped her in the quilt and tucked her in.

Xie Ling sat on the edge of the couch, remaining motionless for a long time.

The candlelight cast his long shadow on the wall, a solitary figure, lonely and melancholic.

Looking down at Qi Yitang's peaceful sleeping face, the pent-up frustration he had temporarily suppressed in bed now silently crept back up.

It felt heavy and stuck in my chest.