Han Cheng stopped talking.

"It's going to die, isn't it?" Only the dead are the safest, aren't they?

Xia Yue's tears instantly filled her eyes, but she desperately held back her tears from falling.

Tears are the most useless and useful, and the tears that can't make your beloved feel distressed are weakness.

And obviously she doesn't need to be weak at this time, and she can't be weak.

"Not necessarily." Han Cheng thought for a moment and said.

"If Changsheng is really the heir of the former emperor, then there is a great possibility that he will live, after all, it is not appropriate to let anyone be the emperor at this time, and it will only leave a bad reputation."

"And a living heir of the former emperor is, at least on the surface, justifiable. What they need now is a puppet to ask for it. ”

"So ......"

"In advance, you must live forever and have the blood of the royal family, otherwise you will still be unable to escape death?"

"Yes."

"Did you already know that their goal was immortality?" Xia Yue stared at Han Cheng, and the carriage happened to stop at the location.

Han Cheng nodded with difficulty under Xia Yue's gaze.

"Smack!" Han Cheng's face was directly deflected by a slap.

Xia Yue didn't even look at him and got out of the carriage directly.

"Childe, are you alright?" The person who drove the car was Han Cheng's left and right hand, and he hurriedly lifted the curtain and asked.

"It's okay, she held her breath in her heart, and she was afraid that something would happen if she didn't spill it." Han Cheng shook his head.

This matter was his fault, he knew it as early as when Ye Qingqing went to the Ye family for the first time, and confirmed it when Ye Qingqing was safe and sound after Ge Hong died.

But he couldn't say anything, not even take the initiative to remind Changsheng.

I can only watch the situation develop to this point.

And even pushed it a step further.

Some things are not something he can do as he wants, although he is Han Shizi, he is only a Shizi.

When he inherits this identity, he has to assume the convenience and mission brought to him by this identity.

Even if it is contrary to his own principles.

So he was willing to accept Xia Yue's slap, which could make him sober up a little.

Thinking of Changsheng's trust in him, Han Cheng couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

There was no moment that made him feel that the pressure brought to him by the identity of the prince was so strong.

It made him feel so disgusting, so unbearable.

Changsheng treats him wholeheartedly, and he reciprocates acting for him.

Han Cheng had a complicated heart, a lot of thoughts, and he had a thought that he didn't want to return to Beijing.

It's so tiring to be strife.

Maybe that's why he's far away from the capital and away from him.

Who would dare to have a heart to heart with such a despicable person?

Han Cheng heard the movement outside the carriage, and after thinking about it, he still didn't go down.

He was afraid that when he saw certain traces, he would hate himself even more.

"Childe, it's time for you to go down." The subordinate who drove the car reminded Han Cheng.

Han Cheng looked at him, his voice unprecedentedly tired: "If I don't go, what if I don't go."

"Isn't what you've done before, Son, wasted? That slap was also in vain. The subordinate said.

Han Cheng was stunned, and sneered for a long time: "Yes, how can you give up all your efforts?"

Forget about anything else, Xia Yue is already about to give birth, and he doesn't know how much Changsheng expects from this child.

If he loses Xia Yue's trust, I'm afraid that he won't be able to take care of this child in the future.

Han Cheng thought clearly for a moment, got up and brushed the curtain, and saw Xia Yue's pale face soaked by the rain. Baidu's latest chapter of "Pastoral Pets: Fools Ruthless and Domineering Literature" is the first time to read for free.