Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

Jiang Qing blinked, and the tears fell like pearls from a broken string.

She didn't know why she was crying, but she felt so depressed that she couldn't stop crying.

"What qualifications do you have to take revenge on him?"

Jiang Qing gently pushed Chu Yan, who had closed her eyes, against the Panlong Pillar behind him. When she stood up, he could see that her body was trembling slightly.

There was only coldness left in those eyes as clear as autumn water.

She gathered her energy in her hands and walked towards Chu Rong step by step.

The sense of murderous intent tempered on the battlefield made Chu Rong retreat, and he even raised his hand to signal the soldiers behind him to stop moving.

"What right do you have to blame him?"

"You are not worthy of being a wise ruler at all." Jiang Qing took a deep breath.

Some soldiers noticed the strange atmosphere between her and Chu Rong and wanted to approach with knives. Jiang Qing didn't even turn her head, but just raised her hand slightly. The next moment, the soldier's meridians seemed to be broken directly by his internal force!

"Ah!" The soldier's knife fell to the ground and he rolled on the ground in pain.

"Monster...monster!"

Only those who have experienced that moment know the fear that Jiang Qing brought to him!

Everyone was shocked, but they immediately surrounded Jiang Qing in a well-trained manner.

The weather was cloudy and suddenly there was a strong wind and thunder came from the upper layer of clouds.

Jiang Qing forced a stiff smile.

She didn't want to laugh at all, but she didn't know what expression to make.

Chu Rong frowned, murderous intent emerged on his murderous face. Years of experience on the battlefield had made the choice for him. His sword flew out into the air, stabbing straight at Jiang Qing's face!

No one could see clearly how Jiang Qing did it. All they knew was that a second before the sword fell in front of her, Chu Rong burst into a blood mist and the sword fell to the ground with a clang.

The group of guards surrounding her collapsed to the ground, howling and screaming, and it was unknown whether they were alive or dead.

Their hand and foot tendons were all broken in an instant!

The ground was filled with corpses and soldiers struggling in pain, and only Jiang Qing was standing alone in the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

The rumbling thunder was getting closer, and in Jiang Qing's mind, Xiao Qi was scratching his ears and cheeks frantically.

[Ahhhhh, Qingqing! You used your spiritual power again! Ahhhh, and you killed so many people! ! ]

It's so devastating, I don't understand how it could turn out like this!

Even the son of destiny of this world was killed by her!

[The Heavenly Dao must have discovered it! Qingqing! We have to run away quickly! ]

Of the thirty-six strategies, running away is the best strategy! It doesn't know the way of heaven, but it must protect Jiang Qing!

Just when Jiang Qing was about to talk to Xiao Qi, a bolt of thunder struck the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Jiang Qing used his spiritual power to escape in an instant.

The lightning struck right where she had just stood!

[It’s broken, it’s broken, it’s broken! ]

Seeing Chu Rong's death, Jiang Qing seemed to regain his sanity and asked calmly.

"Can you just leave?"

[No, no! It's too easy to be caught by the Heavenly Dao! ]

"If the son of destiny dies, can this world still exist?"

[Ahhh, I don't know for now, Qingqing, get ready! Your body is about to leave! ]

At the moment when Jiang Qing's body went limp, a loud thunderclap sounded.

A rainstorm followed, washing away the blood all over the palace.

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As soon as Jiang Qing regained consciousness, he looked into the icy pupils in front of him.

In a trance, she recalled her first meeting with Chu Yan in Qingle Palace that day.

"Hello...?"

Jiang Qing felt a sudden pain in her neck. She looked down towards the source of the pain and saw her tender hands tightly grasping a sharpened branch against her aorta.

"Shut up."

Jiang Qing then started to observe the cold child.

Very similar to Chu Yan when he grew up.

This is Chu Yan when he was a child.

"Xiao Qi, where are we now?"

[Qingqing, we are now hiding in the early world line, which is probably when Chu Yan was eight years old. ]

[You are now a maid in the Chu Mansion. In order to avoid being discovered by the Heavenly Dao, it would be better for us to stay with people with golden light.]

"Is he so indifferent now?"

[Yes, Chu Yan now has the prototype of a grown-up! ]

Jiang Qing raised one hand and wanted to touch Chu Yan.

"do not move."

Jiang Qing could only freeze where he was.

"From today on, you and I will keep our distance and I will not care about you."

"You can still take the salary."

Chu Yan's tone was cold and emotionless.

Jiang Qing raised a smile that looked kind and a little silly.

"I understand, little...Prince?"

She was not sure if there was anyone in the Chu Mansion who called Chu Yan like that.

Fortunately, after hearing this, Chu Yan let go of Jiang Qing and got up to leave.

Only then did Jiang Qing have the opportunity to look around Chu Yan's residence.

Because Chu Weifeng disliked Chu Yan, he placed him in a side courtyard in the deepest part of the Chu Mansion, a place that even the servants were reluctant to pass through.

The side courtyard has a very small main hall, two main rooms and a very small side room.

According to the original configuration, one should be Chu Yan's bedroom and the other should be a study.

The place was full of dust because no one cleaned it and no new things were bought.

Perhaps the previous servant who had taken care of him saw that he was unpopular, so he turned the other main room into his own sleeping place, and the side room was piled with a lot of miscellaneous items.

Jiang Qing walked out of the room where he had just woken up and went to see the other room where Chu Yan lived. It can be seen that he doesn't care whether the residence is good or bad.

The thin bedding was folded neatly, the mat was laid flat, there was an oil lamp on a wooden table with peeling red paint, and there was nothing else.

"Who let you in?"

Chu Yan appeared silently behind Jiang Qing, startling her.

"I...I want to see if there's anything I can help you sort out..."

The small Chu Yan had an intimidating aura. "No need for you." His young face wrinkled. "Hasn't what I said been clear enough? Don't come in again."

The previous maid who was assigned to take care of him couldn't stand being ignored by Chu Weifeng, so she found a way to get along with Mrs. Chu and leave.

The Jiang Qing in front of me is... I can’t remember which one.

He glanced at Jiang Qing with some disgust.

Jiang Qing was a little uncomfortable with Chu Yan like this, so he lowered his eyes and murmured, "Young Prince, call me anytime if you need anything."

Chu Yan ignored her and gently pushed her body which was blocking the door. After entering, he closed the door forcefully and even bolted it.

"Eh..."

[Don't be sad, Qingqing, this is the only way Chu Yan can go. ]

The only way? Only by going through these pains can he maintain the plot in the direction of the world line after growing up.

Jiang Qing felt a little depressed and looked at the messy flowers and plants in the yard. He went to the side room, got out the tools and started to take care of the yard.

She had never done such hard work in both her previous lives, and she was sweating and panting after just a while.

She looked at the sky which was almost evening, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and saw Chu Yan walking out of the room, frowning and looking at her: "Didn't I say I don't need you..."

"Did the young prince just say that we should keep our distance? I want to live better."

Jiang Qing looked at him with a smile, and she had to help Chu Yan no matter what.

At least during the time she was here, she made him feel a little warm.

Chu Yan ignored her and turned to go deep into the side courtyard.

Jiang Qing stood up while patting the dirt on his palms, packed up his tools and left the side yard.

She went to the kitchen and stove according to her original memory, ready to take dinner back.

Everyone he saw along the way had to bow and greet everyone, and Jiang Qing felt like he could hardly stand up when he arrived at the destination.

The chef saw her and asked indifferently, "Which hospital are you from?"

"From the courtyard of Young Prince Chu Yan."

The cook's face turned even colder when he heard that, and he casually handed the smallest lunch box in front of him to Jiang Qing.

Jiang Qing even felt that the lunch box was not heavy at all when she picked it up, but she didn't say much. She bowed, thanked him, and left.

She didn't open the lunch box until she returned to the side courtyard in the main hall.

Three steamed buns and two plates of pickles.

It was better than the swill that Chu Rong sent her at that time.

Jiang Qing quickly took out the steamed buns and pickles and arranged them in order, then went to the door of Chu Yan and knocked lightly.

"My Lord, it's time to eat."

Chu Yan opened the door coldly. He looked at Jiang Qing and stepped over the threshold.

When he saw the steamed buns, his expression did not change at all. He sat down and started eating.

Although no one had ever taught him etiquette, his eating manners were not ugly and he even had a natural air of nobility.

Seeing this, Jiang Qing couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

After eating two steamed buns, he put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with the handkerchief he carried with him, and left the main hall without saying a word.

"My Lord, what would you like to eat tomorrow?"

Chu Yan paused outside the gatehouse.

"Eat whatever you have."

After Chu Yan returned to his room, Jiang Qing put the steamed bun that Chu Yan had not finished eating into his mouth.

She ate differently from Chu Yan. It was not that the master had no one to prepare lunch boxes specially, but that all the servants ate together from a big pot.

But to be honest, the servants eat better than Chu Yan.

So the next day Jiang Qing went to have breakfast early, and when there were few people around, he secretly brought back an extra portion of meat porridge for Chu Yan.

After Chu Yan got up, he sat in the main hall and was stunned when he saw Rouzhou.

The young man couldn't hide his thoughts very well, and there was a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

"Mrs. Chu would go to a temple outside the city to fast every three days, and would bring along the first maidservant that left the courtyard that day."

What I mean is, I can't give you anything here, but I will give you an opportunity that others don't know about, so that you can get close to Mrs. Chu.