The real daughter died tragically and was reborn, and the whole family cried and begged for forgiven

Duan Rongshi: “I don’t know.”

He told the truth.

Over the past year, the eldest princess no longer had any contact with the Prince Su's Mansion.

Even if Duan Rongshi tried to test her personally, the princess never accepted the challenge.

Since the West City Gate Incident, the eldest princess seemed like a completely different person. The former generous and straightforward eldest princess has now transformed into an arrogant and ambitious imperial daughter who has begun to manipulate government affairs and play with power.

The entire princess's mansion became the most unattainable and powerful noble family in the imperial city.

Apart from the new crown prince Duan Rongjue, she is the most powerful person in the entire imperial city as she is deeply favored by the emperor.

Even Prince Su, whose reputation was gradually declining, could not compete with her who was at the peak of her career.

Li Qingluo felt something was wrong: "The Western Regions... Could it be related to Zulia?"

A guess flashed through Li Qingluo's mind, could it be that Zuliya is not dead?

Or was Qinyu reborn into the eldest princess?

But they are not related to each other by blood.

No, on the day of the West City Gate Incident, another person also died, and he had a strong blood relationship with the eldest princess.

"Duan Rongyin!"

"Ashi, have you tried it? The eldest princess is..."

Duan Rongshi gently patted the back of Li Qingluo's hand with his fingers.

"She is the eldest sister."

"Don't worry, there's no Western witchcraft involved."

Compared to Li Qingluo's wild thoughts, Duan Rongshi was very calm.

"Perhaps, this is her original ambition."

The rain was falling outside the window in big drops. After dinner, Qingyangzi went downstairs to rest.

After the previous incident, the monks of Ningyuan Temple also witnessed the power of Li Qingluo and his group.

Especially the speed at which the killers put out the fire made it impossible for the monks standing by to intervene.

Even the bucket in my hand was snatched away by them.

Instead, the monks all became spectators.

Afterwards, Jie Chi personally returned the five hundred taels of silver.

Que'er took the opportunity to say that there were too many of them and only three courtyards could not accommodate them.

If more rooms are not arranged, the killers who put out the fire will all run to squeeze into the monks' meditation rooms.

By then, the whole temple will be in chaos and no one will be able to have a peaceful rest.

Jie Chi then quickly opened two more courtyards, oh no, three more courtyards.

This time, dozens of people finally settled down.

The night is getting darker.

Li Qingluo tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

Duan Rongshi lay stiffly at the edge. After listening to her tossing and turning for almost half an hour, he finally couldn't help but open his eyes.

"Why can't you sleep?"

Li Qingluo propped up his head and looked at the man beside him unhappily: "What do you think?"

Duan Rongshi: "...The bed is too hard?"

This room is indeed a bit small.

A table and a bed made of stones and mud.

There was only a thin mattress on the bed.

This is no different from sleeping directly on a hard board.

She is delicate and weak, so it is normal that she can't bear it.

Duan Rongshi rolled over and stood up: "I'll go get you an extra mattress."

Upon hearing this, Li Qingluo quickly stood up and pounced on him.

"Need not--"

The warm quilt was instantly exposed to the wind.

Li Qingluo, who was only wearing his underwear, shivered involuntarily and then sneezed.

How could Duan Rongshi push her away again?

I could only pull up the quilt and cover her tightly.

"Luo'er? What's wrong with you?"

Li Qingluo quickly stepped forward and grabbed Duan Rongshi's neck, then pressed his whole body against him.

She was furious: "You asked her what was wrong? And was this about the mattress?"

Could it be that the dignified and decisive Prince Su is a fool in this regard?

Or maybe, does he have some hidden illness?

In the dark room, she stared into his eyes with resentment.

"Duan Rongshi, why don't you want to consummate your marriage with me?"

She directly asked out what she had been holding in her heart for half a month.

Duan Rongshi paused for a moment: ...

Although he couldn't see it, Li Qingluo felt that his neck and ears suddenly became hot.

She reached out to touch it, but Duan Rongshi grabbed her hand tightly.

"you--"

Duan Rongshi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Is this the reason why you can't sleep?"

Li Qingluo: "Yes... and no..."

She still had the matter of the Guanyin statue in her heart.

Duan Rongshi seemed to sigh: "Luo'er, although this Ningyuan Temple is not a good place, it is still a Buddhist temple after all."

"We are staying here temporarily, so we should abide by the rules."

The first commandment is the word "color".

Li Qingluo was shocked.

Then his face became hot and red.

She... forgot about it.

but……

"Okay. We won't consummate our marriage here. On our way out of Miaojiang, we stayed at inns a few times. The beds there were soft and comfortable. Why did you choose to sleep on that low couch?"

She asked confidently, because she wanted an explanation from him today.

I couldn't help feeling a little aggrieved.

Duan Rongshi was speechless for a moment.

In this world, she is probably the only girl who would openly question her husband about the consummation of their marriage.

He couldn't help but laugh, letting her lie on him with her teeth and claws bared, and raised his hands to hug her gently.

"Luo'er, I don't want to rush into this with you."

"Besides, I haven't given you the wedding gift you deserve as a princess."

"So, I don't want to wrong you."

"Do you really think I want to sleep on that couch by myself?"

"I have never suffered such injustice in my life!"

"It's just for you, I'm happy with it."

He said this and lowered his head, his eyes fixed on her.

Li Qingluo saw his throat roll slightly.

I also became a little flustered.

It is a sin, a sin. This is a holy place of Buddhism. You must never have any evil thoughts again.

Li Qingluo quickly buried his head.

Bury your head tightly in his arms.

Listening to the overly intense heartbeat beside her ears, she raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

My wandering heart seemed to have finally found a harbor where I could dock.

It turns out that it’s just because he cherishes himself, not because he is incompetent.

Her heart gradually calmed down.

And a strong sense of joy surged up.

"Great, I thought you couldn't..."

Duan Rongshi: "What did you say?"

He thought he heard wrongly.

But his hearing has always been extremely sharp, and even a bird flying outside the house now would not escape his ears.

So, he definitely didn't hear wrong.

Duan Rongshi was almost laughing out of anger.

He narrowed his eyes, pinched Li Qingluo's jaw and lifted it up: "Luo'er, can you say it again?"

Li Qingluo: "Heh...Heh..."

"I have indeed thought about writing a letter to Grandpa Luo and asking him to read it to you."

Duan Rongshi: “…You!”

He was so angry that his heart was pounding, but he only pinched her chin with a little force.

Then he warned loudly: "Remember this!"

Li Qingluo was not afraid of death and wanted to explain: "Ashi, this is not something to be ashamed of. With Grandpa Luo's medical skills, I'm sure he will be cured with just two doses of medicine..."