After the concubine ran away with the baby, the abstinent prince went crazy

Chu Beiqing looked at her deeply for a long time. When Yan Qingning's eyes were full of nervousness and her lips were white from biting, he got up and went to the bathroom...

Yan Qingning didn't have time to think about anything else and immediately took out the dress made of Lingyunsha that Concubine Hui gave her.

She didn't want to ask Yuqi to come in and help, after all, Chu Beiqing didn't like outsiders entering the bedroom casually.

Yan Qingning could only put it on herself clumsily.

She thought that Concubine Hui would like it when she saw it.

After finally putting on the light blue Lingyun gauze dress, a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

The flowing luster of the silver threads made her feel a little uncomfortable, and she wondered if it was too ostentatious.

She tried to walk a few steps, and the hem of her skirt fluttered slightly, just as Concubine Hui said, as graceful and ethereal as a fairy.

But Yan Qingning's character is that once she makes a decision, she will not easily change it because of a moment of hesitation or delay.

At this time, Chu Beiqing came out of the bathroom and was obviously stunned when he saw her...

Yan Qingning felt a little uncomfortable and forced a smile at him.

However, those deep eyes turned away calmly and went to change clothes.

Yan Qingning's smile froze, and then she felt a little itchy. She was like a sticky candy just now, but now she turned hostile as soon as he pulled up his pants. She was really a bit of a jerk.

But what can I do when I am living under someone else's roof?

You can only swallow the frustration.

Yan Qingning walked up to Chu Beiqing as if nothing had happened, with a bright smile on her face, and turned around, "How is it? Does it look good?"

The other person only paused at her for a few breaths before looking away, and his originally beautiful face became solemn and cold.

Not even a word.

Yan Qingning has always felt that she has a good temper, but at this moment she wants to point at the dog man's nose and export the Chinese quintessence, while at the same time greeting the ancestors of the Chu family.

What kind of breed did they raise?

Although Chu Beiqing was taking care of himself, he kept an eye on her out of the corner of his eye. He saw her expression teetering on the edge of forbearance and anger. He wondered with some evil taste, how far could she go to leave?

As it turned out, Yan Qingning endured what ordinary people could not endure, and grinned at him and said, "Your Highness, please continue. I will go and tie up my hair."

But that smile always had a ferocious flavor.

Yan Qingning went to the dressing table and combed her hair, but in her heart she kept complaining to Chu Beiqing, sharpening her knife and waiting to deal with him.

Chu Beiqing dressed leisurely, but his eyes never left Yan Qingning. He saw her tie her hair up high with her own technique, and then fixed it with a pearl hairpin, and then looked at herself again and again in the dim bronze mirror.

But he only felt that she was extremely beautiful today. The dress made her look bright and charming, and particularly dazzling. The simple bun gave her a sense of lazy charm.

Yan Qingning herself was trying hard to hold back her anger, and naturally didn't want to bother with his cold butt any more. After carefully checking that there was nothing wrong, she bowed silently to Chu Beiqing and walked out.

Chu Beiqing saw her figure as she walked away with her dress fluttering in the wind, as if she would disappear in an instant without a trace.

His heart suddenly tightened and his fingers trembled uncontrollably.

Yan Qingning waited in the flower hall for a full cup of tea before Chu Beiqing came out. Dressed in a black robe, he exuded a noble and solemn aura, and also had a sense of distance that kept people at a distance.

She stood up subconsciously.

Chu Beiqing did not stop, "Let's go."

Yan Qingning bit her lip when she saw his businesslike attitude. She thought it was impossible for her to say that she didn't care at all.

Even if they were lovers, this would seem too heartless.

Suppress the complexity in your heart.

This is fine, she thought.

On the carriage...

"Come here." Chu Beiqing stretched out his hand to Yan Qingning, who was keeping a certain distance from him.

Yan Qingning sat still, giving the man a flawless, distant smile, and said tactfully: "I'm afraid of being snagged on the fabric of my clothes, so be careful, don't..."

Before she could finish her words, Chu Beiqing stretched out his long arm and pulled her close.

But it only brought them closer to each other, with their knees still slightly touching, and Chu Beiqing was not as strong as usual.

He withdrew his hand, lowered his eyes and murmured softly, "I once thought that you would at least have some attachment to me and be reluctant to let me go..."

The man's words sounded like an accusation against her, but also like he was talking to himself.

But Yan Qingning listened to every word.

It was like a thunderclap that exploded in her head, blasting open the tightly locked door of her heart.

Hidden there are all the tenderness and love between her and him.

She had always been indifferent and had never thought about it, treating everything between him and her as a temporary indulgence.

She thought he was as hard as stone and regarded the accident between them as nothing more than a romantic affair or a desire that had nothing to do with love.

He never mentioned it, never said anything, and never asked anything. She thought he understood and wouldn't cross that minefield boundary.

The song ends and people disperse, and we go our separate ways.

But I didn't expect him to show weakness first.

Yan Qingning pinched her fingers tightly. The window paper was broken, and she had to face it whether she wanted to or not.

She lowered her eyebrows slightly, her eyelashes trembling, "All good things must come to an end. I wish that Your Highness Prince Qing will have a good partner to accompany him in the future, and live in peace and happiness, without worries..."

Chu Beiqing suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes were already red.

But her face turned slightly pale, and her eyelashes trembled, as if she was trying hard to hide her mistake.

Chu Beiqing stretched out his hand and lifted her chin. His eyes were filled with unmelted ice and snow, and his voice was a little more cold and cruel. "Who do you think I am? A rag that can be thrown away after use?"

His original intention had changed, and he repeatedly emphasized that she was his woman, hoping to make her give up those thoughts.

He thought he had a heart of stone, but this woman's heart was made of metal and stone.

Despite their closeness, it didn't stir up even a ripple in her heart.

Yan Qingning was forced to look into his bloodshot eyes, and her heart tightened.

She slightly avoided his gaze and saw the bulging veins on his forehead, which made her feel a little uneasy.

The sound of horse hooves and the sound of wheel wheels rolling on the ground seemed unable to cover up the uneasy thumping in Yan Qingning's heart at this moment.

"Your Highness, please don't be like this..." Yan Qingning said dryly.

The interior of the car seemed to suddenly fall into deathly silence, with only the cool morning breeze blowing in from the window and a ray of white in the sky.

The two seemed to have made their attitude clear, and there was nothing more to say. It was not until they reached the gate of Concubine Hui's palace that Chu Beiqing said in a low voice, "Wait for me here, mother..."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Yan Qingning watched Chu Beiqing's back in the wheelchair walk away for a long distance before knocking on Concubine Hui's palace door.

He exhaled heavily and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. This man was simply too difficult to deal with.

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At the same time, in Prince Qing’s Mansion, Qixia Garden.

"You said that the prince brought Yan Qingning into the palace?" Yan Xiwei's voice was sharp and excited.