- Why is she here?

It was unexpected.

Seeing that she was safe and sound, I was really relieved, it seems that Jiang Zhuo still kept the agreement with me, and did not send anyone to poison her again, and killed them all.

However, looking at the cold mask on her face, I sighed again: although Dawu women respect and don't value appearance, when I think of Kuang Xiqing's flawless face with a hideous scar at the moment, how can I not make people sigh?

In particular, this injury is inseparable from me.

"What, isn't it because I've become ugly, and Han'er doesn't want to pay attention to me?" Seeing that I looked at her side face for a long time and didn't speak, Kuang Xiqing's eyes flashed, the corners of her mouth hooked slightly, and she said with a little self-deprecation.

"Of course not," I was afraid that she would misunderstand, so I quickly explained, "The imperial sister has never changed in my heart. ”

"Oh? Is Han'er's words serious? She walked up to me, took my hand and put it on the other half of her intact face, and smiled softly, "Even if I am no longer the lord of this world, and I don't have a handsome appearance, in your heart, do you still have my place?" ”

"Naturally," I squeezed her hand and whispered, my heart ached when a flash of brilliance suddenly crossed her eyes, but I had to be ruthless and continued, "The imperial sister will always be my sister, how can I break it off by blood?" ”

Her smile froze, then she slowly broke away from my hand and turned her back.

The silence spread, and I could feel her loss and suppressed resentment and grief, but I could do nothing but grit my teeth and hang my head.

What is in her heart, how can I not know?

But it is precisely because I know that I can't respond or find out.

Even if that man had deceived me, imprisoned me, and even persecuted me, my heart would have been given up long ago, and I would never have it back.

I can't afford what Kuang Xiqing wants-what's more, what she misses from beginning to end is the arrogant and domineering Kuang Xihan in the past, the sister who accompanies her day and night and is sincere, not me, Jian Xin.

I've never doubted that.

"Han'er, now, I'm just an exile, no longer Kuang Xiqing, and not your imperial sister," for a while, when I thought she didn't care about me anymore, I heard her suddenly say faintly, "Just when we are just strangers who meet in Pingshui, give me a chance to start over, to understand you, to pursue you...... Isn't that okay? ”

Her voice was as light as air, as if talking to herself, but the fragility hidden in that tone could not be ignored, and I was moved by it: what kind of courage can teach this arrogant emperor to be so humble, and what kind of affection must be used to teach her to rather abandon a qiē than let go?

At this moment, I want to tell her the truth, tell her that the Han'er she loves so much has long since died, and now what this body occupies is just a ghost of another world, a new Kuang Xihan who has a heart.

But when the words came to my mouth, I couldn't say anything, as if there was an obsession in the dark that was stopping me - maybe it was Kuang Xihan's remaining will, or maybe it was just a trace of inexplicable cowardice in my own heart.

If she was taught to know that Kwong Xihan finally died at her hands, how guilty would she feel?

Regret, pain, indulging in self-blame all day long, unable to extricate oneself, and even sprouting the will to live and die...... Presumably if it were Kwong Xihan himself, he would never want her to be so depressed, let alone become a shackle for her life.

This is someone she would rather die than hurt in the slightest.

If it is necessary to cause harm - the lesser of the two evils, at least for the "death parting" that is separated by yin and yang, and the regret is left, the "life and separation" will be less painful, and it will be gradually healed over a long period of time.

That's all I can do.

Without waiting for my answer, Kwong Xiqing laughed lowly, but it was more distressing than crying.

She and I both understood the answer to this silence, and she was a proud and self-contained emperor after all, and even if she let go of all humility, only once—only once.

No longer entangled, or does she need a calm time, she sighed deeply, but turned to me and smiled gently, and said casually: "It's not appropriate to stay here for a long time, I'll let Yingxuan send you back to the palace." ”

Whether or not she knew the reason for my presence here, since she didn't say anything, then I agreed to it—although it was not a wise choice to go back to the palace, and it was very likely that Jiang Zhuo's person would be sent back to the palace immediately, so that my departure would be in vain, but I did not want to refuse her.

First, I didn't want her to know Jiang Zhuo's ridiculous idea and worry about me, and secondly, I also wanted to take this opportunity to go back to the house to see Yan Ke...... As for the side matters, let's take one step at a time.

In fact, in my heart, I have not made up my mind to leave the palace, and I will never see that person again in this life, but it is just a temporary battle of will, and I have the idea of going out of the palace to relax...... Now that I think about it, I'm still scared for a while.

can only blame himself for being too naïve, teaching the comfort and peace of the past two years to wear away caution, and he is also favored by the identity of this prince to become more and more willful.

I'm about to forget: this is not a society that advocates equality and the rule of law, but a hierarchical and lifeless man—without the protection of power, I am just a wretched worm to be slaughtered.

"Okay." I sighed in my heart, nodded, and followed Kuang Xiqing out the door.

She walked very slowly, strolling leisurely with her hands as if admiring the scenery of the courtyard, occasionally glancing sideways at me, her eyes surging with all kinds of emotions, but she was taught to suppress her life, but the curvature of her lips did not change for half a minute, revealing a trace of bitterness.

If she doesn't say, I don't ask, and we don't say anything.

No matter how slow you go, there will come an end.

The door of the small courtyard was in front of her, and she stopped all of a sudden, turned to look at me lightly, and stopped talking.

"The carriage is just outside." She pursed her lips, but finally couldn't say a word of parting, as if choked, smiled slightly, and stopped talking.

"Take care." No matter how many words I had, in the end it only turned into two words, and I reluctantly smiled at her, forcing myself to resolutely step past her figure and walk towards the courtyard gate.

Suddenly, the moment I stepped out, I felt an inexplicable sense of uneasiness in my heart, as if a string was tightly strangled around my neck, making people breathless.

This sense of foreboding made me pause and raise a little alarm—something was wrong, something...... Wrong!

I remember that when I came in Lu Yingxuan's carriage, the street was very depressed, but there were also a few pedestrians passing by, and the shops on both sides also had all kinds of noisy and noisy sounds, but since I approached the courtyard door, my ears were so quiet that I couldn't hear a sound, as if some terrible existence was suppressing a qiē, choking everyone's throat, and cutting off all movement.

The street is so quiet, unusually quiet.

I don't know if this is a woman's intuition or her innate sensitivity to crisis, so I didn't have time to think about it, so I subconsciously turned my heels and took a few steps back to meet the sad gaze of Kuang Xiqing staring at me.

And at that moment, her gaze froze, her dark pupils shrank sharply, and I could even see my solemn and slightly questioning look from inside.

"Han'er!" The calm and abrupt expression on her face froze in an instant, crumbling, her eyes cracked, she was terrified, as if she had seen something terrible.

And at the same time, there was a fierce pain in my chest, as if I had been penetrated by something sharp, and my body was hit by a huge force, and I rushed forward by inertia, and happened to fall into the arms of Kuang Xiqing.

After a few breaths of confusion, I suddenly came back to my senses, and lowered my head in a daze, looking at the arrow pierced from my chest—the tip of the metal glowed with a cold silver light, and with the wound through which the arrow passed, a large amount of blood suddenly oozed out, and when I touched it with my right hand, the warm and viscous liquid quickly flowed out of my body, and the completely unfamiliar pain taught me to be stunned for a moment.

Is "Jane Heart's ......" an auditory hallucination? Why did you seem to hear Jiang Zhuo's voice? She was calling me by name, in a cold voice that I knew best, my favorite one.

But why is there a trembling cry in this voice? Is she sad? Who bullied her?

My brain seemed to lag countless times, and after these questions surfaced, I realized that I had been hit by an arrow.

is like the most common vulgar scene in the TV series, an arrow in the chest broke the flesh, penetrated the ribs, and opened a small blood hole from the back to the chest.

It hurts.

It hurts even more than the first time I came to my aunt.

"Jane Heart!" The person holding me flickered and turned into another haunting shadow, and the face that taught me love and pain suddenly appeared in front of me, but what made people puzzled was that the panicked expression on her face seemed to be falling.

I've never seen her look so out of shape, more scared than scared, more painful than painful, not even when I broke off my relationship with her.

"What's wrong? Why is it so sad? I tried to ask her, but I found that I was so weak that I didn't even have the strength to speak.

"Jane Heart! Jian Xin ...... "She hugged me with all her might, one hand pressed my chest tightly, and turned her head to the people who quickly surrounded her, "Don't hurry up and pass the imperial doctor!" Wei Shu! Go and call him! Go on! He turned around and coaxed me gently, "Jian Xin, don't be afraid, it's okay, it's okay......"

"Tick, tick, tick......" As she trembled, my face was cold—perhaps even she didn't notice it, tears fell from her eyes and dripped down my face, contrary to her desire to be calm, and her eyes were full of despair.

"Don't, don't cry, cough cough ......" It hurts to be pierced through my chest, but her tears make me feel more distressed.

"I don't cry, I don't cry." She immediately wiped her face with her hands, but she also wiped her face because of the blood stained on her hands, which looked a little ridiculous.

But I couldn't laugh, and I didn't have the strength to wipe her clean, so I could only look at her deeply, greedily imprinting this face into my mind, even if she had long been entrenched in every part of my mind, and I couldn't forget it.

"Promise me—let her go, let her go,......" Every time I said a word, my chest felt as if it had been stirred by a sharp object, and the pain was unbearable, but I could not stop—because once I stopped, I was not sure if I had a chance to finish.

"Okay, okay, don't talk, I promise, I promise you everything......" She nodded vigorously, not caring at all that I was interceding for Kuang Xiqing, but the hands that pressed my chest tightened and tightened, and the pale lips bit bloodshot.

“…… Take care, take care of yourself," I can feel the passage of life force, as if breathing is getting more and more difficult, and the scene in front of me is a little blurred, no matter how unwilling my heart is, this is something I can't change, "and ......"

And, what else?

- I love you.

It's a pity that despite all my might, I still didn't have time to say these three words in person.

With regret, I was plunged into endless darkness, her heart-rending cry being the last I heard.