"I didn't lie to you, I am indeed selfish and greedy for money, but I really want you to take me away, I don't live long, I want to save enough money and go to Jiangnan with you to live in seclusion, I don't want you to only have the throne in your heart, I want you to spend all your time with me, Cen Yao, I'm sorry...... I'm sorry, Cen Yao, I'm so selfish, I ......"

A pang of cramping in the heart.

Ding Bao's tears were blurred and heartbreaking, and he accidentally entered the play seriously, and when he vented his crying, he caused a heart attack.

She sat down cautiously holding on to the railing, and beneath her was a spiraling staircase, which would have been torn apart if she fell.

She was scared, her face was pale, her lips trembled, but the pain in her heart made her lose almost all consciousness, and there was only tearing pain left in her mind, and when this pain accumulated to a certain extent, a thought appeared in Ding Bao's mind for no reason.

Let go, just fall like this, and you won't have to hurt anymore if you fall to death.

This thought was menacing, turned into a strong big hand and broke Ding Bao's hand holding the railing, she let go a little bit, leaned forward slowly, and her eyes were blurry, maybe tears, maybe sweat, in a trance, she felt that the strength of her hand was really loose, and the whole person fell down uncontrollably.

The next second.

"Bang ——!"

The unexpected force supported her body, and then a pair of strong arms picked her up, supporting her ass like a child, leaving her whole body on a pair of hard shoulders.

The crisp and clean cold fragrance enters the nose.

Ding Bao was in great pain, opened his mouth and bit the shoulder under him.

Holding her arm, she suppressed the pain and sobbed.

"Cen Yao, I thought you didn't want me anymore......"

There was a dead silence for a long time, and it took a while for Cen Yao's voice to come from his ears.

"You lied to me so much, how could I let you die so easily."

He heard Ding Bao's crying just now, and the heart lake, which had become a pool of stagnant water, unexpectedly set off some waves.

But he still didn't believe it.

Ding Bao deceived him too much, he didn't dare to believe her, and he didn't want to bear the disappointment and despair after the lie was exposed.

After sending her back to the palace and feeding her the medicine, Ding Bao was quiet, leaning on the bed with his heart covered, grabbing Cen Yao's sleeve without saying a word, crying silently.

"Where do you get so many tears?"

Ding Bao didn't speak, but silently tightened his hand.

Cen Yao looked at her deeply.

Kill, can't bear to kill.

Let her go? No way.

In this life, he wants one thing besides the throne, and that is Ding Bao.

The throne is gone, and as long as he can still leave this life, there is still the possibility of a comeback.

Cen Yao's life was magnificent, he was trampled in the dust, and he was also held in front of the Jinluan Palace by 10,000 people.

Now that he has no throne, he must not lose Ding Bao again.

Even if she doesn't love him, even if she deceives herself, what Cen Yao wants is her, even if he tortures each other, he will tie her to death, and he will not be separated from old age.

Thinking so, Cen Yao took out a small milky white porcelain bottle from his arms, opened the stopper and poured out the medicine inside.

"This is the fake death elixir you gave, remember?"

Ding Bao suddenly raised his eyes, looked at the thing in his hand in disbelief, and then looked up at Cen Yao, first puzzled, followed by a long silence.