Quick Travel: Vicious Female Supporting Role Playing Project

Chapter 197 Her demonic words confuse me 28

The Qianqing Palace, which was originally in chaos, was silent. The imperial doctor and palace attendants knelt aside tremblingly, not daring to breathe.

Qi Jinzhao walked around the people kneeling on the ground and stood on the bed, looking down at him, looking at Qi Jinzhao's weak breath and pale complexion.

The Queen Mother stood up nervously and reached out to hold his arm: "Chengji, don't be impulsive."

She stared at him tightly and did not dare to let go, for fear that he would draw his sword at the next moment and kill the emperor.

Qi Jinzhao withdrew his gaze, raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and said slowly:

"He wanted me to die first, and you are my mother and queen."

He leaned closer and stared at her sharply, saying word by word: "Aren't you on my side?"

His eyes were so calm that they were almost cold, something he had never seen before.

The Queen Mother was startled, and she opened her mouth but said nothing.

The atmosphere was extremely tense.

Qi Jinchao noticed the approaching footsteps outside the door, his eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly straightened up and looked at the palace door.

The figures of the guards were approaching from far away. When they were about to step into the palace door, they seemed to be hesitant and stood in front of the door, hesitating.

Qi Jinzhao frowned: "Come in."

Hearing this, the guard's expression became more and more bitter, and he stepped into the Qianqing Palace, bending his knees and kneeling on one knee: "Your Highness."

Seeing that there was no one behind him, Qi Jinchao's eyebrows jumped and he asked: "Where is the person? Isn't she in Fengtian Palace?"

"This," the guard lowered his head, "Miss Jiang has not left Fengtian Palace, and my subordinate also had a conversation with Miss Jiang today."

"What about her?"

The guard tried to be tactful: "Miss Jiang said that she still has important things to finish, but it's not that she doesn't want to leave Fengtian Palace!"

After the words fell, there was silence again.

Seeing that King Huai was motionless and seemed to have no reaction, the guard boldly raised his head and took a careful look. When he saw His Highness' face clearly, he hurriedly lowered his head and pretended that he didn't know anything.

Qi Jinzhao was silent for a long time, expressionless: "Exact words?"

The guard nodded slightly: "Not bad, almost."

The original words are: I still have something to do, so you don’t need to pick me up.

Silence...

Qi Jinzhao twitched the corner of his mouth and turned his head to look at the Imperial Hospital envoy who was kneeling aside:

"How long can he live?"

This was such an outrageous question that Taiyuan's heart trembled and he hesitated to say it.

The Queen Mother begged with tears in her eyes:

"Your Majesty did not do something right before, but you are brothers after all. How can there be anything you can't talk about? Chengji, don't be impulsive or do anything you regret!"

As she spoke, her hand on his forearm tightened, and the armor hurt.

Qi Jinzhao brushed her hand away. He had not yet recovered from the shock that Xin'er didn't want to come back. He heard the Queen Mother say some harsh words in his ear, and felt increasingly unhappy.

"Mother, can you stop what I want to do?"

He smiled coldly: "You'd better prepare yourself as soon as possible, wipe your tears and don't be too upset. After all, I can't let him live."

How can a general who has been on the battlefield for many years be a kind and soft-hearted person?

If it is his relatives, he will tolerate it with all possible means. If he is not his relatives, it will be quickly eliminated.

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Fengtian Palace.

Jingfeng whispered: "Your Majesty hasn't woken up yet, King Huai has sealed off the Qianqing Palace, and the situation inside is still unknown."

His Majesty suffered a sudden illness, and King Huai, who had been missing for some time, appeared in Qianqing Palace at this moment. If he said there was nothing wrong, no one would believe him.

Jingrong nodded lightly: "I already know, you can go out."

He was as cold as ever and seemed not very interested in the matter.

Jingfeng was about to speak but stopped. Looking at the calm face of the Imperial Master, he swallowed what he wanted to say and bowed to leave.

The door closed softly.

Jingrong lowered his head and looked at the book in his hand. He couldn't hear the sound beside him for a long time. He raised his head and asked softly:

"Why are you so stunned?"

Jiang Xinlian came back to her senses, and her beautiful eyes moved slightly to look at him, seeming a bit cowardly and fearful.

"Are you worried about His Majesty's affairs?"

He asked her gently, but there was a hint of disappointment in his heart.

"I am a little scared."

Jiang Xinlian bit her lower lip with her teeth, not knowing where to look, staring helplessly at the incense burner next to him that had been extinguished at some point.

The brightness and wantonness of the past have disappeared, and she looks no different from other women.

That's right, isn't it normal for women to be timid? Why should we be harsh and expectant?

Jingrong couldn't tell what he was expecting, so he closed his eyes and sighed.

The warm and strong scent of crabapple in the hall became lighter. He stood up, held the incense spoon, pushed away the ashes, and lit it again.

Smoke curled up.

He was silent for a long time and said in a light voice: "That's it for today. You can leave first."

He waited for a moment and saw that she was still sitting there, covering her face with a veil and tilting her head as if waiting for something.

"What else do you have..."

An inexplicable dizziness came over me, and my limbs lost strength.

Jing Rong frowned and managed to stay on the table, raising his eyes to look at her: "You did it."

Not a question, but an affirmative statement.

Jiang Xinlian walked over slowly, extinguished the newly lit incense burner, and waved the handkerchief in front of her.

"It's obvious."

Her eyes fell on the tall sandalwood cabinet beside her, and after scanning for a moment, she rested on a wooden box.

When Jing Rong called her into the main hall for the first time, the wooden box was still placed in front of the desk. The next day, the wooden box moved its position, but other than that, the rest of the things remained unchanged.

Obviously Jingrong didn't want her to know what was in the wooden box.

Jiang Xinlian passed him, picked up the wooden box, and opened the box with a click.

086 said in shock: [Yes, it’s your face! 】

Lying in the wooden box was a delicate and thin mask. The gorgeous and charming facial features were so familiar that they were almost the same as a human face when touched by fingertips.

Jiang Xinlian held it in her hand and looked at it, curiously asking: "Do you really like my face that much?"

Jing Rong said nothing, looking at her with complicated eyes, he whispered:

"You want to kill me?"

Jiang Xinlian laughed, her slightly curved eyebrows filled with sharp murderous intent, gorgeous, flamboyant, and unbridled.

He looked into her eyes intently, and slowly laughed along with her: "So it's this look..."

It turned out that what he had been looking forward to seeing all these years was such a gorgeous and sharp look, a look that would not be bound by love or the world and live for oneself, such a stunning and moving look.

Also, the exact opposite look from his mother's eyes...

His mother, who fell into prostitution and was humiliated in order to support him and provide for him to study, was the mother who committed suicide in order not to leave a stigma on him when he finally came forward.

He coughed and watched Jiang Xinlian approach step by step. He raised his body to face the tip of the sword: "Kill me, kill me for her."

He should have died long ago.

All because of his son's actions, the mother's life would not be so miserable. Mother's love tied her down and restrained her until she was killed in the end.

The ones who deserved to die were those who bullied the mother, even him, the burden, but it was not the mother.

If it weren't for him, if it wasn't for him...

A sharp pain exploded in his chest, and the cold sword pierced his chest, causing Jingrong to tremble in pain.

He stared into her eyes until his vision blurred, until he fell into a dream-like darkness.

In the dream, his mother looked at him with such wanton eyes in tears:

"Rong'er, mother, I'm sorry for you. I really can't do anything. I have to leave."

It doesn’t matter, mother, that’s how it should be.

Stop sacrificing yourself and live for yourself.