Hearing his name, Zhan Mijiang paused slightly.

Just when the person under him was in a trance and felt that he could escape, Zhan Mijiang slammed into her again.

Her body trembled, her brow furrowed, and she felt as if she had been slammed against the cliff by the waves, and if she slackened any longer, she would fall into the endless abyss.

Zhan Mijiang looked at her without the slightest pity.

He pinched her chin and forced her to look directly at him.

"The name Zhan Mijiang is also what you can call?" The corners of his mouth were hooked, but there was no smile on his face: "Have you forgotten your identity?" ”

It's just a woman he married casually, where does he have the qualifications to call him by his name.

Hearing him say this, the people under him were stunned, and their expressions were in a trance for a moment.

Oh, yes.

She had indeed forgotten.

forgot the hardships she suffered in the Rao family at the beginning, and also forgot the life that she had been tortured under King Xun.

The name "Zhan Mijiang" brought her the best memories.

But those memories are too light, light like the blue sky above the long wind, you can see but you can't touch it.

She closed her eyes, and her hands loosened from her resistance.

It's useless, he is no longer the Zhan Mijiang who will coax her with a good voice and be angry, for fear that she will be unhappy.

The person in front of her is the king of Xun, the general, and the god of war admired by all the people who gallop on the battlefield.

But he is not Zhan Mijiang.

Her Zhan Mi River no longer exists.

For several days, Zhan Mijiang would come to her room at night.

The people in the palace all said that the prince and his wife had a strong affection and affection, but only the two of them knew in their hearts that this night and night was just a prison.

She is the one who was tortured, and Zhan Mijiang is not the same.

After tossing her over and over every night, Zhan Mijiang's heart would be faintly uncomfortable.

He didn't understand what he was feeling sick about.

This Rao Mei killed the person he liked, and now he is just seeking justice for Xiaoshu, why should he feel sorry for her?

On the day of the Shangyuan Festival, the palace sent someone to invite him, and Zhan Mijiang still went to the banquet alone.

After coming out of the palace, the street is still lively, with lanterns and crowds.

Zhan Mijiang went to a tavern on the street, sat at the table next to the door, quietly looked out of the door, and drank glass after glass.

The tavern is deserted, and occasionally guests come in to eat something and go to the lantern festival.

Zhan Mijiang just quietly watched the crowd coming and going.

After the moon rose and the number of people on the street began to slowly decrease, he got up and went back to the palace.

Lingding was drunk today, and Zhan Mijiang couldn't tell for a while whether it was reality or illusion in front of him.

He entered the house and went to her room.

During this time, her body was getting thinner and thinner, and she was not asleep at this time, when she saw him come in, she just turned her head to look at him.

Zhan Mijiang was covered in the smell of alcohol, approaching her step by step, and almost gently holding her cheeks.

She didn't speak, she didn't resist, she just acted like a marionette.

He was really gentle that night, so gentle that she thought in a trance that Zhan Mijiang was back again.

She smiled self-deprecatingly.

People are always obsessed with their own fantasies, and she is no exception.

The already emotional man leaned over and kissed her gently.