I'm in trouble again! My best friend, the princess in the group, please save me!

An Yuyan is very busy, but she still finds time to meet Jiang Xingkuo.

Jiang Xingkuo sat in front of the window, watching him come and go every day.

He wanted to say something to her, but Jiang Xingkuo just turned his ferocious half face towards him and asked in a lifeless tone, "He's not dead, right?"

He was deflated, "Don't you see me at all?"

Jiang Xingkuo gently stroked the scab on his face and said, "I don't understand, do you like me or are you unwilling to give up?"

He also stared at the scar. "I remember we have talked about this. You see, even though you are disfigured now, I will still be by your side..."

Jiang Xingkuo pointed at the servants in and outside the courtyard with an expressionless face, "You don't even want me to leave this courtyard. Do you call this liking me? You are unwilling to accept this."

His hand touched her waist, and a fresh fragrance came to his face. He said intoxicatedly: "Of course I admire you. If you hadn't stepped forward at the beginning, this city would have been destroyed before Wu Ye came back, and I wouldn't have been able to take advantage of the opportunity so smoothly..."

"You are so cruel! You watched so many national soldiers die in the war!" Jiang Xingkuo brushed his hand away and cursed with gritted teeth.

"If you are not ruthless, how can you achieve great things?" The man didn't care, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "If I were as kind and soft-hearted as An Zhaoyan, how could the world fall into my hands now?"

She was speechless.

After a long while, she finally asked, "What about Huanyan?"

Jiang Xingkuo frowned, thinking, how could An Yuyan let An Huanyan and Hai Yanqing go so easily? With his personality, he would never let it go.

"Safe and safe."

However, when she saw An Yuyan sitting in her room, drinking tea leisurely, a trace of doubt arose in her heart.

"Are you really going to let them go?" Jiang Xingkuo couldn't help but ask.

An Yuyan raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a mysterious smile: "Of course I have my plans."

Jiang Xingkuo asked impatiently: "What arrangements?"

However, An Yuyan just smiled and didn't answer. Jiang Xingkuo was immediately furious and overturned the table. The teapot and teacups rolled to the ground.

At this time, An Yuyan slowly said: "Don't get excited - your face looks much better."

Jiang Xingkuo was stunned. She had never expected An Yuyan to suddenly bring up this topic. She touched her cheek and it was indeed no longer painful. But then she came to her senses and said angrily, "Tsk! I'm asking you a question! What on earth do you want to do!"

"You'll know when the time comes." He still looked calm and composed, which made Jiang Xingkuo feel very upset.

“Forget it.” Jiang Xingkuo ran to the bed and buried himself in the quilt.

He sighed, looking at the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, "I was supposed to rest here for a while, but you overturned the tea table."

"Goodbye, I won't see you off." Jiang Xingkuo's voice came from under the quilt, sounding muffled.

"Then you should have a good rest. I'll come again tomorrow." He said, and walked out across the mess on the ground.

The maids who were guarding outside came in one after another and started to clean up.

Watching them busy on the floor, Jiang Xingkuo suddenly sat up from the bed and rushed outside, but was stopped by several guards with swords.

She vaguely saw a lonely and desolate figure in the west wing opposite.

Could it be him?

Before she could take a closer look, she was pulled back.

After returning to the yard, she sat by the window flipping through a book with some boredom, but her mind had already flown away to who knows where.

At this moment, a servant came in to report that Madam Song was visiting. She suddenly came to her senses, a trace of confusion appeared on her face, and she asked, "Madam Song? Who is she? I don't seem to know any woman with the surname Song."

The servant looked embarrassed and answered hesitantly, "It's... it's the palace maid named... Tengxi."

Hearing this, she understood instantly.

It turned out that after betraying them, Tengxi turned to An Yuyan's arms and became his queen.

A wave of pain and helplessness surged in her heart, with all kinds of emotions intertwined.

Perhaps it was because Teng Xi's family background was not prominent, so she could only become a concubine. However, for Teng Xi, perhaps becoming a princess was already a very good destination.

She sighed a little, and was about to soften her heart, but suddenly she recalled what Tengxi had done in the past, and a ball of anger ignited in her heart, so she said coldly: "I don't want to see her, let her go."

The servant received the order, turned around and left to convey her meaning.

There seemed to be some commotion outside, but it soon died down.

She lay on the couch, put the book on her face and let her mind wander.

In the past few days, An Huanyan has been taking care of Hai Yanqing meticulously. Hai Yanqing's hair is now full of white hair, just like the flying snow falling on his head, making him look even colder and more lonely.

Every time An Huanyan saw Hai Yanqing like this, she would feel an indescribable pain in her heart. She wished she could bear the pain for him, but she was helpless.

That day, the two of them snuggled together, quietly watching the fallen leaves in the yard dancing in the wind.

Hai Yanqing suddenly said, "I didn't expect the new king to use such a thunderous method. It's beyond my expectation."

An Huanyan sighed softly and said, "Yes, but he actually let you go, and let me go too..."

Hai Yanqing smiled slightly, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, "Really? Your brother didn't let you go, do you think he will let you go?"

An Huanyan gently stroked his hair and said softly, "I am no threat to him, and I have no use value. Besides, Xingxing won't allow him to do anything to me. Don't worry, I just want to live well with you. There is nothing else I can do."

Hai Yanqing remained silent.

During this period of time, he was suffering from inner torture, refused to take medicine, and looked lifeless every day.

After hearing that An Zhaoyan had died, he seemed to have recovered a little, but he still had nightmares every night and could not fall asleep for a long time. He became thinner, his clothes became looser, and he looked as weak as a sick person.

An Huanyan didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

She knew that An Zhaoyan was not dead, but was locked up by An Yuyan. But it would be bad for everyone if this matter was made public.

"So, stay alive, okay? I'm really worried about you. What should I do if you die?" An Huanyan grabbed his hand.

Hai Yanqing took a deep breath, nodded, and held her hand tightly, feeling the warmth between each other. At this moment, they only had each other in their world, and as long as they had each other by their side, everything was worth it.