"Mo Chen!" She threw herself into his arms, tears welling up in her eyes, "Mo Chen......"

"Late Xiang...... Wan Xiang ......" Chu Mochen kissed her excitedly, "I won't leave you again, I won't leave you again!"

"Mo Chen, I thought I would never see you again......" she cried.

Chu Mochen patted her on the back and comforted, "Fool, don't be afraid. It won't happen again, we'll always be together."

Chu Mochen's words were like spring rain moistening the dry land, and she gradually stopped crying.

Chu Mohan straightened her and looked at her haggard pale cheeks. He frowned slightly, "Wanxiang, you've lost weight."

"No...... she touched her face and smiled, "I've gained a lot of weight."

Although she was smiling, her smile was a little forced. She has a special identity, she is under great pressure and all kinds of intrigues every day, how can she still maintain her original plump body?

However, she didn't plan to tell Chu Mohan, she didn't want him to feel that he was working hard, and she didn't want him to feel guilty and pitiful.

Chu Mohan stroked her hair, his eyes were affectionate, as if he couldn't rub it into his bones and blood: "It's this king who neglected you. Wanxiang, I promise you, when your body recovers, we will get married immediately, okay?"

As soon as he said this, he saw her smile disappear in an instant, replaced by a look full of sadness.

Chu Mochen's heart trembled, "Wanxiang, it's me who is abrupt. If you don't want to, we won't do it. Don't worry, I'll make it up to you."

Chu Wanxiang lowered her eyelids to hide the pathos in her eyes: "I'm tired and want to rest, please go back to the palace to accompany your mother."

Hearing this, Chu Mochen's body shook. This time, Chu Wanxiang was determined to part with him.

There was a dark glint in his eyes, "Okay. Rest soon, and I'll come back to see you tomorrow."

Chu Wanxiang didn't speak, and Chu Mochen didn't care, turned around and left.

After Chu Mochen left, the atmosphere in the room froze. Chu Wanxiang was silent for a long time, and finally slowly closed her eyes.

When Chu Mochen came the next day, Chu Wanxiang had already freshened up and changed into a light pink dress, with light makeup. You can see that she has been carefully dressed.

Seeing her outfit, Chu Mochen's eyes flashed with surprise. Immediately relieved, his wife was a smart and understanding girl, and she must not want him to misunderstand, so she carefully prepared and waited for him to come.

Thinking of this, Chu Mochen opened a doting smile on his lips, grabbed her slender fingers, and said in a low voice, "Your dress is so beautiful, it makes your skin better than snow, and it looks like a peach blossom."

"Where? How can the appearance of a concubine be called beautiful?" Chu Wanxiang smiled and said with disgust, "It's less than one thousandth of the mother."

"You are the most beautiful in the sight of this king." Chu Mochen held her hand tightly.

"?" Chu Wanxiang was stunned and asked suspiciously, "Who?"

"My wife, you are the wife I am marrying and rightfully married, I don't call you wife, do you want to call her?" Chu Mochen raised his eyebrows and said.

Chu Wanxiang blinked, "But you didn't say it last night......

"Last night the king was confused." Chu Mochen hugged her soft and boneless waist and sniffed the aroma coming from her body, "This king's wife, there is only one, and that is you. Wanxiang, would you like to stay with me?"

Chu Wanxiang raised her eyes and crashed into his affectionate eyes. His handsome facial features are as three-dimensional and deep as a knife and an axe, his sword eyebrows fly obliquely into his sideburns, the bridge of his nose is high, and his thin lips are slightly pursed, revealing a heroic and extraordinary aristocratic demeanor. His temperament is clear, like the moon and stars, and his gestures are full of dignity and elegance. She had fallen in love with such a man, and she had felt pain because of this man's domineering and tyrannical, and even wanted to escape him. And now, seeing the deep friendship hidden in his eyes, her heart felt as if it had been pricked by a needle. Z.br>

"The concubine doesn't understand, why are you obsessed with this?" Chu Wanxiang said in a low voice, her eyes were red, "You know that I am not your Wanxiang, why do you have to be me?"

Chu Mochen's gaze became sharp: "Wanxiang, are you still blaming me? Blame me for forgetting you, blame me for causing you to lose your child, right?

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Chu Wanxiang bit her lip and said nothing.

"You still complain that I didn't say goodbye, right?" Chu Mochen asked aggressively, "Wanxiang, do you know how scared and remorseful I was during the days when you were unconscious? I'd rather die than let this happen to you!" As he spoke, he picked up Chu Wanxiang's face, his eyes revealing intense pity, "Wanxiang, we get to know each other again, I swear that I will never leave you again, I will spend the rest of my life to make up for the sins I committed at the beginning, give you happiness, and give happiness to my children!"

The sincerity revealed in his eyes made Chu Wanxiang shake. She couldn't help but ask herself, did she really do something wrong? But she can't help it, her fate is in the hands of the emperor, and she doesn't dare to gamble.

What if she can't complete the task assigned by her father on his deathbed?

Chu Wanxiang thought for a moment, but finally shook her head firmly: "We...... Let's be normal friends......

"Ordinary friends? You're going to be a stranger with me!" Chu Mochen looked at her in disbelief, his heart suddenly tightened, and he was suffocated in pain, "Wanxiang ......"

Chu Wanxiang lowered her eyes, she couldn't bear to see his sad appearance again, she just sighed lightly, "Mo Chen, you deserve a better woman."

"What I like is you." Chu Mochen stubbornly stared at her face and said word by word.

Chu Wanxiang's heart was sour, how should she tell him, in fact, her name is Chu Wanxiang at all, her name is Chu Wanqing. Chu Wanqing is his younger sister. They are the same soul occupying another body, so Chu Wanqing doesn't love him, and he doesn't like Chu Wanqing. He was just used to the traces of Chu Wanqing around him.

"You don't have to worry, I'll get your memories back. Sooner or later, Wanqing's life story will come to light, and I will give her justice." Chu Wanqing said.

Chu Mochen's pupils constricted violently: "What do you mean?"

"I said, I'll give your wife a clean slate."

Chu Mochen was furious, and raised his hand to hit her, but she grabbed her wrist. Her strength was too weak, and Chu Mochen pushed her down on the bed with just a little effort.

Chu Mochen pressed Chu Wanxiang and reached out to pinch her slender neck: "Slut, do you have a heart? I have treated you like a jewel, but you have betrayed me and wanted to resurrect your soul through your corpse."

Chu Wanxiang had difficulty breathing, her face turned red, and she spit out four words with difficulty: "Let go!"

"Don't you think! Unless I'm dead." Chu Mochen increased the force in his hand.

"Ahem-" His throat burned like a burning stick, and Chu Wanxiang shouted with all his might, "Save me!"

There was a sudden knock outside the door, and the voice of the maid Xiaocui sounded outside the door: "Princess, are you awake?" The slave hears your cough, how are you?"

Chu Mochen frowned and let go of his hand.