Volume II, Chapter 71: The Price (6)
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Qiao Wei stood up happily, his eyes fixed on the picture.
After the Queen's speech, Lisi walked past and hugged the Queen with tears in her eyes, hugged the Queen tightly with her little hands, and buried her face in the Queen's neck.
"Grandma'......"
The queen patted her gently on the back, and amid the "click" of the audience, she said kindly: "Good boy, you will be the king of England." What I didn't do, you have to do for me. β
Her gaze was fixed on the man at the head of the crowd.
He Zhengxiao put it in the pocket of his trousers with one hand, and the formal suit was a cold dark gray, and the folds of the heavy hem were layered and spread. He raised his hand elegantly, straightened the tanzanite cufflinks slightly, and the night under his eyes was unwavering, as if no amount of turmoil would subside in the deep silence around him.
Qiao Weihuan saw He Zhengxiao's unfazed silhouette between the switching screens, and his fingers curled up unconsciously.
Han Yirou also saw it, and she was pouring water, and she was surprised in her busy schedule: "Huh? Huan'er, didn't you say that he was injured and could be on TV so soon? β
When Uncle Han heard this, he couldn't help but look at the screen, raised his hand and pointed to the old and young people hugging each other, "Who is hurt, the queen or the princess?" β
However, even Uncle Han spoke, Qiao Weihuan still looked at it in a daze, and the backlit face couldn't see the expression clearly.
Fu Minglang felt that something was wrong, he glanced at the TV, then looked at Qiao Weihuan, and unconsciously touched his pants pocket, "Sister?" β
"I ...... Take a trip. β
Qiao Weihuan seemed to wake up suddenly, lowered her head and picked up her bag and walked out of the ward, leaving a room of three people there who didn't know why.
She hurried out of the inpatient department, opened the car door and entered, locked the door, took out her mobile phone and He Zhengxiao's phone from her bag, and stopped her fingertips in mid-air before pressing the dial button.
In Qiao Weihuan's mind, a thousand thoughts flashed for a moment, and he looked at an old tree in front of the car attentively, and suddenly heard the sound of "knock" next to him.
Fu Minglang and Han Yirou chased after them, and the two knocked on the car window, and through the dark car film, they clearly saw Qiao Weihuan's pursed lips and the gesture of not ordering.
Qiao Weihuan put away her mobile phone, lowered the window, and Han Yirou asked her, "Huan'er, your face is not very good, is it uncomfortable?" β
She shook her head, her lips squirming, and she didn't make a sound for a moment.
Fu Minglang saw that her face was pale, and in her dark eyes, she was rarely dazed, and opened the car door in shock, "What's wrong with you, sister?" Sister?! β
Qiao Weihuan caught a glimpse of the worried faces of the two, put up a smile, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay, maybe it's low blood sugar." β
Even Han Yirou didn't believe this excuse, Qiao Weihuan had no choice but to turn his head to look at Fu Minglang, "Book a plane ticket, and I'll go back to Manchester the day after tomorrow." β
The news is out, and Lisi's enthronement ceremony is coming soon, and she must go back.
It took two days to do things on Uncle Han's side, and early the morning after tomorrow, Qiao Weihuan boarded the plane.
Back at the manor, Qiao Weihuan asked the maid, "Is He Zhengxiao back?" β
The servant bent down: "Madam, sir is in London." β
Qiao Weihuan nodded, tightened his coat and turned back, "Prepare the car." β
When I got off the plane, it was already night, and when I turned to London, it was a quiet night.
Qiao Weihuan stared at the reflection on the car window with a good purpose, her silhouette was blurry and pale in the middle of the day.
She remembered that the two of them had only stayed in York for one day, but every moment she remembered, the two of them were very close.
But when she saw the news that the queen was critically ill, she was shocked and hurriedly left York for London, and He Zhengxiao's reaction was very calm at that time. She thought it was because of her temperament, but now that she thinks about it, He Zhengxiao should have known it a long time ago.
It was inferred from the news that the queen had the possibility of abdication, but he didn't expect that Lisi would inherit the throne in the end, and He Zhengxiao appeared on the scene again, it seems that he already knew.
This kind of thing cannot be decided in three or two days, it will definitely be decided after a long and careful discussion, maybe it was discussed between He Zhengxiao and the queen.
When he called a few days ago, He Zhengxiao didn't reveal a single star, he didn't plan to tell her from beginning to end, and He Zhengxiao didn't have any need to tell her.
Maybe he had a reason not to tell her?
There are many things that Qiao Weihuan has never asked. Since they are already husband and wife, He Zhengxiao has also made a meaningful promise, she may be able to ask.
Be open and honest, ask He Zhengxiao honestly, instead of thinking about the most embarrassing place by yourself.
The car drove to He Zhengxiao's manor in London, and seeing the brightly lit buildings in the distance, Qiao Weihuan temporarily suppressed his complicated thoughts.
The maid didn't know that Qiao Weihuan would come over so late, so she bent down in surprise and opened the door of the back compartment.
Qiao Weihuan got out of the car and kept walking in, "Where is He Zhengxiao?" β
The servant quietly raised her eyes, saw that her face was silent, lowered her voice and said, "Sir should be in the study." β
Qiao Weihuan changed her shoes and was about to step up the steps when she heard a voice: "Cecil." β
Charlotte sat on the couch with her back to her, slowly put down the teacup in her hand, got up and gave her a shallow smile, "Art is on the fourth floor. β
On the silent steps, Charlotte asked her, "Do you know that Lisi will inherit the throne?" β
Qiao Weihuan put her hands in her coat pockets, although she was a little anxious to see He Zhengxiao, she still slowed down and went upstairs with Charlotte's speed, "I know." β
"Then you know, why is it not Prince James but Lisi who inherits the throne?"
Qiao Weihuan glanced at Charlotte, but the other party didn't look at her.
Charlotte looked at the quiet and gray corridor, and there was a faint light like a beating star in her green eyes.
"Prince James is gay/sexual/sexual."
It turns out that the royal family will not allow a prince destined to have no heirs to inherit the throne, which will make Lisi queen.
Qiao Weihuan thought that Charlotte was just chatting with her casually, but she didn't expect that next, Charlotte would say: "When Lisi was eleven years old, I accidentally learned about Prince James's sexuality, so I hoped that Art could marry Lisi. β
β¦β¦ What do you mean?
Qiao Wei stopped happily, turned his head to look at Charlotte's distinct side face, and said in a calm tone: "I didn't expect that I would marry He Zhengxiao." β
"What if you're married?"
Charlotte ignored the hidden hindrance in her words, and continued to walk up the steps, and suddenly her voice was cold: "Art will always understand that he should marry the queen. β
Speaking of this, the cold hostility in Charlotte's words was completely revealed, and Qiao Weihuan could no longer avoid it. She raised her eyes and stared at Charlotte's tall back, "Charlotte, maybe you still can't like me, but I and He Zhengxiao are already married, and you are saying these words to me, not only denying me, but also denying He Zhengxiao." β
"I'm not going to deny any of Art's decisions, nor do I deny you as a person, but you will definitely get divorced."
Charlotte stepped up the last step and turned to look at Qiao Weihuan, "Han ...... Shaoqing? Is he okay? β
Qiao Weihuan held her breath and watched Charlotte wrap her shoulders around her indifferently and said condescendingly: "Next time, he may not be a fracture and bleeding from internal organs." β
This means, Uncle Han is the matter that Charlotte did it?
The black hand behind the desperate attempt to find is Charlotte??
Qiao Weihuan never thought that those things would be done by Charlotte. She was shocked for a moment, and her eyes widened completely, "Are you threatening me?" Use the lives of my relatives to force me to take the initiative to divorce He Zhengxiao?! β
Charlotte's full lips curled in a mocking arc, and her deep eyebrows were almost hidden in the obscure light and shadow of the corridor.
"Yes."
That word lingered in the long corridor for a long time, obviously not loud, but in Qiao Weihuan's mind, it exploded into a violent roar.
There were cyan tendons floating out of the corners of her forehead, and the frequency of the beating made Qiao Weihuan dizzy, but her voice became more and more cold, "In order to separate me from He Zhengxiao, you can let innocent people be injured?" Charlotte, what is it in your eyes?! β
"Cecil, you're so naΓ―ve, it's not me who hurts people, it's your decisions that hurt everyone else."
Charlotte coldly hooked the corners of her lips, and her slender index finger pointed at Qiao Weihuan below.
"Everyone has to pay for their decisions, including you."
What kind of logic is this!
The murderer's blatant threat, in the end, do you blame her for not being arrested?
The current Qiao Weihuan was confused by Charlotte's sudden true face, and she didn't have time to think about why Charlotte chose to tear off the surface of the camouflage at such a time, revealing the sharp spear in her hand.
She hadn't been pierced any deeper, she thought she had survived the bloodiest period, and there was nothing she couldn't accept anymore.
So even if Qiao Weihuan was still thinking about He Zhengxiao's concealment a moment ago, he could say categorically now: "This method is useless for me, I will blame myself, but I will also send countless people to protect Uncle Han and prevent him from being hurt again." Charlotte, if you hurt my relatives so much, then I will tell you clearly now that I will never divorce He Zhengxiao! β
She stepped up the steps and pressed Charlotte with burning eyes, "Moreover, He Zhengxiao didn't know you did this, right?" I believe that you care a lot about your status as a good sister in He Zhengxiao's eyes, he knows that you are calculating him, will he still have nothing to do with you? β
Qiao Weihuan knew that He Zhengxiao had no intention of marrying Lisi, otherwise he would have married him a long time ago. He doesn't mind the undercurrent of a woman's family, but human life is at stake, and He Zhengxiao can't take it seriously, so she still has this point.
Thinking of He Zhengxiao, Qiao Weihuan's eyebrows moved slightly, and his eyes wandered around, and sure enough, he didn't see a third person.
It seems that she guessed correctly, He Zhengxiao didn't know this, and Charlotte didn't want him to know, so she chose to tell her this when no one was around.
However, Charlotte's expression did not change in the slightest, and she even laughed out loud.
"You can tell Art and see if he will believe you."
Qiao Weihuan's eyebrows jumped fiercely.
"He will."
Charlotte's glassy eyes turned upwards to the end of the long staircase, "Are you sure?" β
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Qiao Wei stood up happily, his eyes fixed on the picture.
After the Queen's speech, Lisi walked past and hugged the Queen with tears in her eyes, hugged the Queen tightly with her little hands, and buried her face in the Queen's neck.
"Grandma'......"
The queen patted her gently on the back, and amid the "click" of the audience, she said kindly: "Good boy, you will be the king of England." What I didn't do, you have to do for me. β
Her gaze was fixed on the man at the head of the crowd.
He Zhengxiao put it in the pocket of his trousers with one hand, and the formal suit was a cold dark gray, and the folds of the heavy hem were layered and spread. He raised his hand elegantly, straightened the tanzanite cufflinks slightly, and the night under his eyes was unwavering, as if no amount of turmoil would subside in the deep silence around him.
Qiao Weihuan saw He Zhengxiao's unfazed silhouette between the switching screens, and his fingers curled up unconsciously.
Han Yirou also saw it, and she was pouring water, and she was surprised in her busy schedule: "Huh? Huan'er, didn't you say that he was injured and could be on TV so soon? β
When Uncle Han heard this, he couldn't help but look at the screen, raised his hand and pointed to the old and young people hugging each other, "Who is hurt, the queen or the princess?" β
However, even Uncle Han spoke, Qiao Weihuan still looked at it in a daze, and the backlit face couldn't see the expression clearly.
Fu Minglang felt that something was wrong, he glanced at the TV, then looked at Qiao Weihuan, and unconsciously touched his pants pocket, "Sister?" β
"I ...... Take a trip. β
Qiao Weihuan seemed to wake up suddenly, lowered her head and picked up her bag and walked out of the ward, leaving a room of three people there who didn't know why.
She hurried out of the inpatient department, opened the car door and entered, locked the door, took out her mobile phone and He Zhengxiao's phone from her bag, and stopped her fingertips in mid-air before pressing the dial button.
In Qiao Weihuan's mind, a thousand thoughts flashed for a moment, and he looked at an old tree in front of the car attentively, and suddenly heard the sound of "knock" next to him.
Fu Minglang and Han Yirou chased after them, and the two knocked on the car window, and through the dark car film, they clearly saw Qiao Weihuan's pursed lips and the gesture of not ordering.
Qiao Weihuan put away her mobile phone, lowered the window, and Han Yirou asked her, "Huan'er, your face is not very good, is it uncomfortable?" β
She shook her head, her lips squirming, and she didn't make a sound for a moment.
Fu Minglang saw that her face was pale, and in her dark eyes, she was rarely dazed, and opened the car door in shock, "What's wrong with you, sister?" Sister?! β
Qiao Weihuan caught a glimpse of the worried faces of the two, put up a smile, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay, maybe it's low blood sugar." β
Even Han Yirou didn't believe this excuse, Qiao Weihuan had no choice but to turn his head to look at Fu Minglang, "Book a plane ticket, and I'll go back to Manchester the day after tomorrow." β
The news is out, and Lisi's enthronement ceremony is coming soon, and she must go back.
It took two days to do things on Uncle Han's side, and early the morning after tomorrow, Qiao Weihuan boarded the plane.
Back at the manor, Qiao Weihuan asked the maid, "Is He Zhengxiao back?" β
The servant bent down: "Madam, sir is in London." β
Qiao Weihuan nodded, tightened his coat and turned back, "Prepare the car." β
When I got off the plane, it was already night, and when I turned to London, it was a quiet night.
Qiao Weihuan stared at the reflection on the car window with a good purpose, her silhouette was blurry and pale in the middle of the day.
She remembered that the two of them had only stayed in York for one day, but every moment she remembered, the two of them were very close.
But when she saw the news that the queen was critically ill, she was shocked and hurriedly left York for London, and He Zhengxiao's reaction was very calm at that time. She thought it was because of her temperament, but now that she thinks about it, He Zhengxiao should have known it a long time ago.
It was inferred from the news that the queen had the possibility of abdication, but he didn't expect that Lisi would inherit the throne in the end, and He Zhengxiao appeared on the scene again, it seems that he already knew.
This kind of thing cannot be decided in three or two days, it will definitely be decided after a long and careful discussion, maybe it was discussed between He Zhengxiao and the queen.
When he called a few days ago, He Zhengxiao didn't reveal a single star, he didn't plan to tell her from beginning to end, and He Zhengxiao didn't have any need to tell her.
Maybe he had a reason not to tell her?
There are many things that Qiao Weihuan has never asked. Since they are already husband and wife, He Zhengxiao has also made a meaningful promise, she may be able to ask.
Be open and honest, ask He Zhengxiao honestly, instead of thinking about the most embarrassing place by yourself.
The car drove to He Zhengxiao's manor in London, and seeing the brightly lit buildings in the distance, Qiao Weihuan temporarily suppressed his complicated thoughts.
The maid didn't know that Qiao Weihuan would come over so late, so she bent down in surprise and opened the door of the back compartment.
Qiao Weihuan got out of the car and kept walking in, "Where is He Zhengxiao?" β
The servant quietly raised her eyes, saw that her face was silent, lowered her voice and said, "Sir should be in the study." β
Qiao Weihuan changed her shoes and was about to step up the steps when she heard a voice: "Cecil." β
Charlotte sat on the couch with her back to her, slowly put down the teacup in her hand, got up and gave her a shallow smile, "Art is on the fourth floor. β
On the silent steps, Charlotte asked her, "Do you know that Lisi will inherit the throne?" β
Qiao Weihuan put her hands in her coat pockets, although she was a little anxious to see He Zhengxiao, she still slowed down and went upstairs with Charlotte's speed, "I know." β
"Then you know, why is it not Prince James but Lisi who inherits the throne?"
Qiao Weihuan glanced at Charlotte, but the other party didn't look at her.
Charlotte looked at the quiet and gray corridor, and there was a faint light like a beating star in her green eyes.
"Prince James is gay/sexual/sexual."
It turns out that the royal family will not allow a prince destined to have no heirs to inherit the throne, which will make Lisi queen.
Qiao Weihuan thought that Charlotte was just chatting with her casually, but she didn't expect that next, Charlotte would say: "When Lisi was eleven years old, I accidentally learned about Prince James's sexuality, so I hoped that Art could marry Lisi. β
β¦β¦ What do you mean?
Qiao Wei stopped happily, turned his head to look at Charlotte's distinct side face, and said in a calm tone: "I didn't expect that I would marry He Zhengxiao." β
"What if you're married?"
Charlotte ignored the hidden hindrance in her words, and continued to walk up the steps, and suddenly her voice was cold: "Art will always understand that he should marry the queen. β
Speaking of this, the cold hostility in Charlotte's words was completely revealed, and Qiao Weihuan could no longer avoid it. She raised her eyes and stared at Charlotte's tall back, "Charlotte, maybe you still can't like me, but I and He Zhengxiao are already married, and you are saying these words to me, not only denying me, but also denying He Zhengxiao." β
"I'm not going to deny any of Art's decisions, nor do I deny you as a person, but you will definitely get divorced."
Charlotte stepped up the last step and turned to look at Qiao Weihuan, "Han ...... Shaoqing? Is he okay? β
Qiao Weihuan held her breath and watched Charlotte wrap her shoulders around her indifferently and said condescendingly: "Next time, he may not be a fracture and bleeding from internal organs." β
This means, Uncle Han is the matter that Charlotte did it?
The black hand behind the desperate attempt to find is Charlotte??
Qiao Weihuan never thought that those things would be done by Charlotte. She was shocked for a moment, and her eyes widened completely, "Are you threatening me?" Use the lives of my relatives to force me to take the initiative to divorce He Zhengxiao?! β
Charlotte's full lips curled in a mocking arc, and her deep eyebrows were almost hidden in the obscure light and shadow of the corridor.
"Yes."
That word lingered in the long corridor for a long time, obviously not loud, but in Qiao Weihuan's mind, it exploded into a violent roar.
There were cyan tendons floating out of the corners of her forehead, and the frequency of the beating made Qiao Weihuan dizzy, but her voice became more and more cold, "In order to separate me from He Zhengxiao, you can let innocent people be injured?" Charlotte, what is it in your eyes?! β
"Cecil, you're so naΓ―ve, it's not me who hurts people, it's your decisions that hurt everyone else."
Charlotte coldly hooked the corners of her lips, and her slender index finger pointed at Qiao Weihuan below.
"Everyone has to pay for their decisions, including you."
What kind of logic is this!
The murderer's blatant threat, in the end, do you blame her for not being arrested?
The current Qiao Weihuan was confused by Charlotte's sudden true face, and she didn't have time to think about why Charlotte chose to tear off the surface of the camouflage at such a time, revealing the sharp spear in her hand.
She hadn't been pierced any deeper, she thought she had survived the bloodiest period, and there was nothing she couldn't accept anymore.
So even if Qiao Weihuan was still thinking about He Zhengxiao's concealment a moment ago, he could say categorically now: "This method is useless for me, I will blame myself, but I will also send countless people to protect Uncle Han and prevent him from being hurt again." Charlotte, if you hurt my relatives so much, then I will tell you clearly now that I will never divorce He Zhengxiao! β
She stepped up the steps and pressed Charlotte with burning eyes, "Moreover, He Zhengxiao didn't know you did this, right?" I believe that you care a lot about your status as a good sister in He Zhengxiao's eyes, he knows that you are calculating him, will he still have nothing to do with you? β
Qiao Weihuan knew that He Zhengxiao had no intention of marrying Lisi, otherwise he would have married him a long time ago. He doesn't mind the undercurrent of a woman's family, but human life is at stake, and He Zhengxiao can't take it seriously, so she still has this point.
Thinking of He Zhengxiao, Qiao Weihuan's eyebrows moved slightly, and his eyes wandered around, and sure enough, he didn't see a third person.
It seems that she guessed correctly, He Zhengxiao didn't know this, and Charlotte didn't want him to know, so she chose to tell her this when no one was around.
However, Charlotte's expression did not change in the slightest, and she even laughed out loud.
"You can tell Art and see if he will believe you."
Qiao Weihuan's eyebrows jumped fiercely.
"He will."
Charlotte's glassy eyes turned upwards to the end of the long staircase, "Are you sure?" β
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