Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 2198

She wanted to fall asleep and never wake up again. She took life lightly, and there were not many things in this world that she missed or cared about.

Qiu Zhiyan sat on the chair in front of Mu Sang's bed, leaned over and whispered in her ear, still patiently and softly calling her, "Mu Sang..."

She heard his voice.

That call was so heartbreaking.

Mu Sang's heart suddenly tightened as he heard the hoarse words coming out of Qiu Zhiyan's throat, "Today I want to tell you about the Qiu Zhiyan you never knew..."

He talked about the once despicable boy who grew into a man who was gasping for breath on his knees.

"When I was very young, my mother told me that I must strive to be a good person."

The boy studies very hard.

The candlelight at the desk burned through the third watch and the gong clattered through the fourth, all without closing an eye, just to get a smile on his face and a word of praise when his mother's fingertips brushed against his head.

When he was young, he had been the first in the imperial examination and the provincial examination. When the good news came in frequently, he knelt and presented it to his mother as if it were a tribute.

His mother's brows were furrowed, and she didn't smile at all. Instead, she pressed the ruler harder and became even stricter with him. "Don't let fame blind you. Yan'er, you must win the first place in the imperial examination!"

This wasn't a negotiation, it was an order. It was as if the top scholar was something you could easily get.

If the boy took even a little longer to go to the toilet, there would be a maid outside urging him to go, "Master, Master, Madam is calling you."

His mother felt that he was wasting time, so she ordered candles to be placed in the guest room, saying, "You can read with your book in hand after washing your hands."

He sat trapped in the brocade toilet, his stomach rumbling and sobbing mixed with the sound of reading. He couldn't even find peace when he went to the toilet!

"I was a coward," Qiu Zhiyan's voice was hoarse and trembling. Years later, when he mentioned his mother, he was still afraid. "I didn't dare to resist. I could only do everything according to my mother's wishes. But I was unwilling to give in..."

What can he do if he is unwilling? He can degenerate and indulge himself.

He and Biluo, the maid in his second uncle's room, indulged in sensual pleasures where their mother was not around.

"I'm afraid my mother will find out. She'll fight me to death." Qiu Zhiyan exposed his most unbearable self to Mu Sang. "But at the same time, I hope my mother will find out. I want to see her desperate and angry expression."

Mu Sang finally slowly opened her eyes. She saw the handsome and elegant face of the man.

His eyes were as gentle as water in the interweaving of morning light and candlelight. "Mu Sang, I'm not as good as you think. My past is so unbearable."

Qiu Zhiyan paused, reaching out to brush away the messy hair from Mu Sang's forehead. "Let's just think of those unbearable and difficult pasts as our previous lives. From now on, this is the beginning of our present life, okay?"

Mu Sang looked at Qiu Zhiyan with moist eyes, her voice trembling, "You...know everything?"

"I don't know, and I don't need to know. Everyone has a past life." Qiu Zhiyan leaned over and gently hugged her. "Sangsang...can we get married?"

Today he wanted to take advantage of her misfortune and ask for a status while she was unconscious.

Mu Sang didn't respond, but just cried.

Qiu Zhiyan lowered his head and kissed her on the cheek. "My cousin is right. In life, apart from life and death, nothing else matters. If you're really worried that I'll let you down in the future, why not take this in your hand?"

He took out a delicate little porcelain bottle from his sleeve and hung it around her neck. "This is my betrothal gift, please don't despise it."

Mu Sang finally asked softly, "What is this?"

"Poison." Qiu Zhiyan said the most terrifying thing in the most tender tone, "If I betray you, you will poison me to death with this intestinal poison."

Poison as a betrothal gift... This is the oath written with the life of the most sought-after cabinet minister in the Northern Wing.

Later, the two got married.

They regarded their unbearable past as their previous life and lived their happy days as their present life.

Naturally, there are always quarrels and arguments when it comes to daily necessities, as well as when it comes to dealing with children.

But no matter how fierce the quarrel was, Mr. Qiu was always the first to bow his head, and he never said any unpleasant words to deliberately hurt his wife.

Because Mr. Qiu always remembered that long night many years ago when his wife risked her life to give birth to a child for him.

He was grateful, but at the same time, he was terribly afraid that she would really leave him and walk away.

In fact, Mu Sang never thought of poisoning her husband. Even when they were arguing the most, she would just say, "I'm not happy today, don't mess with me, go to the study and sleep!"

Whenever this happened, Qiu Zhiyan would drag Mu Sang to sleep in the study. In his words, "We quarrel in the bedroom and then in the study. My dear, it turns out you like to sleep in the study..."