The Queen sealed her heart and locked up her love, and the Emperor was trapped in the crematorium

Although Xie Yaoqing had already gotten the truth out of Xiao Chengxu last night and she had spent the whole night calming herself down, when Xiao Chengxu denied it to her face, Xie Yaoqing still felt uneasy and her eyes were filled with mixed emotions.

"If you haven't done it, why didn't you tell me before? If I don't ask, can't you tell me yourself? Your mouth is just for eating and drinking, can't it even talk?"

"Or do you think that if I were to find out that I misunderstood you and feel guilty about it, you would feel better? Is that what you want?"

Xie Yaoqing became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice gradually became shrill.

She is dead, so how can she know the truth? How can a dead person know about the living? She doesn't have any extraordinary supernatural powers that can see into the past and know the future.

Xiao Chengxu looked bitter, "No, my dear, I have absolutely no such intention."

"What do you mean by that?" Xie Yaoqing sneered, "Are you trying to say that you have your own difficulties?"

Xiao Chengxu opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but finally closed it and remained silent.

"Why is that? Tell me?" Xie Yaoqing asked, with a cold look on his face.

Xiao Chengxu was still as arrogant and conceited as ever. He didn't take anyone seriously except himself, and was unwilling to give his trust to others. He kept everything in his heart and made decisions for others in a self-righteous manner, claiming that it was for their own good.

He says, "I'm doing this for your own good, why can't you understand my difficulties?" But why should others understand his difficulties?

In the final analysis, it is depriving the other party of their right to know, as if all the people in the world are fools, and he is the only smart person, the smartest, so he can think of a foolproof plan, and everything is under his control.

Xiao Chengxu seemed unable to bear Xie Yaoqing's sharp gaze. His eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he wanted to escape from the eye contact.

He slowly lowered his eyelids, frowning tightly, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. "I'm afraid... I'm afraid that you don't believe me, and think that I'm deceiving you and making excuses for myself."

Xie Yaoqing used to trust Xiao Chengxu. However, as time went by and they quarreled again and again, Xiao Chengxu knew that he had lost Xie Yaoqing's trust.

When Xie Yaoqing needed him the most, he did not give her the answer she wanted to hear the most. No matter how nice he said later, it sounded like a scam.

If he told the truth, and Xie Yaoqing said disapprovingly, "Do you really think I will believe it?"

Xiao Chengxu felt that his heart might be broken into countless pieces and could never be put back together again.

After Xie Yaoqing was silent for a moment, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he sneered: "You are quite self-aware. It turns out that you know what kind of person you are."

Xiao Chengxu only felt that the bitterness in his heart became more and more intense, as if it could not be dissolved, making it unbearable for him, but he could only endure it all silently, unable to refute.

Such a reaction was not unexpected to Xiao Chengxu. He had long expected that he might face such a situation, but when this moment really came, he still couldn't help feeling heartbroken.

It was just a few harsh words, not a needle prick, a knife stab, or a sword stab, why couldn't I bear it? The pain was so severe that my whole heart couldn't help but tremble.

It turns out that words can also become extremely sharp swords, can turn into biting and piercing frost, piercing deeply into the depths of a person's heart, bringing endless and endless pain.

No wonder there is a saying that goes “A kind word warms you through three winter months, while an evil word hurts you through six months of summer.”

At this moment, Xiao Chengxu was immersed in sorrow, unable to extricate himself, and did not notice that Xie Yaoqing did not say that she did not believe him.

Xie Yaoqing asked again: "How did my father and the others become? Are they all well?"

However, Xiao Chengxu remained silent for a long time and never answered her question.

Xie Yaoqing's heart sank at once, and an ominous premonition came to his mind.

She urged anxiously, "Speak up, why are you silent again? You're like a dumb person with his mouth sawed off."

"All my brothers are safe and sound, except the Marquis..." Xiao Chengxu said with difficulty, and stopped halfway through, not going on.

"What happened to my father?" Xie Yaoqing asked, his voice trembling unconsciously.

"When the Marquis learned about your accident, he was so grief-stricken that he fell ill and passed away three years later."

Although Xiao Chengxu's voice was very soft, Xie Yaoqing still heard it clearly.

In an instant, it was as if a basin of cold water was poured on her body. Her whole body became stiff. Xie Yaoqing felt a chill in her heart, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. Her lips trembled slightly, but she could not utter a sound.

His mind went blank and Xie Yaoqing's eyes were filled with incredible pain.

She was wrong, so wrong.

Unlike what she had expected, her death did not pass by like a gust of wind. Her father did not let it go, nor did he feel relieved as time passed.

The sorrow of seeing an older person die before a younger one is unimaginable to ordinary people.

Xie Yaoqing's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and the pain was unbearable.

She never thought that her death would bring such a heavy blow to Marquis Yongchang, and even cause him to die of depression.

Xie Yaoqing felt her eyes were sore and bitter. She couldn't help but put her hands over her eyes, but tears still flowed out from between her fingers and fell down the back of her hands, drop by drop, string by string.