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

Duan Rongshi: "Although the execution of this official was forced by the situation, I, the common people, am indeed guilty."

"I am also willing to take full responsibility. I only ask Your Majesty not to implicate my family in this matter."

The King of Chu laughed out loud when he heard this.

"It's a good breed!"

Qingyangzi had long understood the character of the Emperor of Chu.

Tormented by nightmares for years, he had long since become a moody tyrant.

He doesn't like people who follow the rules.

Naturally, I don't like things that follow the rules.

Therefore, the court of the Great Chu is now full of treacherous and cunning villains and tyrannical officials.

The Emperor of Chu was not stupid when he was young.

But now that he is getting older and older, and has been tormented by nightmares for several years without relief, he is becoming less and less concerned about state affairs.

Moreover, it gradually became more brutal.

If any ministers in the court quarreled and annoyed him, he would draw his sword and personally chop off the minister's head right there and then.

There were hundreds of corpses in the palace in one day, and that was no joke.

Gradually, he rarely showed up in person at the court every three mornings.

Even if he showed up, no one in the entire former dynasty dared to make a noise and offend him.

In the entire court, people only dared to report good news and not bad news.

Gradually, the government was completely controlled by those villains who could flatter the emperor.

Privately, the various faction families also began to divide into camps and fight teams.

Today, the factional struggles in the entire Great Chu are most intense between the Crown Prince and the Fourth Prince.

And there are only a handful of people who are truly loyal to the Emperor of Chu.

Emperor Chu stared at the young man in front of him and curled the corners of his lips.

"I will give you a chance to atone for your sins and achieve great merit. Do you want it?"

Duan Rongshi: "I bow to thank Your Majesty."

Li Qingluo felt a sharp grip on his chest when he heard this.

"So, your accompanying him to the Royal Cemetery was a chance to atone for your sins and gain merit?"

"Yang Qilang and Zhang Tingyu also don't know about this?"

"Also, what happened when you went to the cemetery?"

"Ashi, you have a wound on your back."

Although it wasn't a bloody wound.

But the bloodstains were in lines, and Li Qingluo was shocked just looking at them.

She couldn't help but reach out and touch it again and again with her fingertips.

Duan Rongshi suddenly stood up.

He turned around and put on a thin shirt and trousers.

With long wet hair, he peeled off the fake human skin mask in front of the mirror.

He turned around and stood in front of Li Qingluo again with that extremely kind face of his.

"You only see the scars on your back?"

There was a hint of grievance in his voice.

Holding her hand, he gently brought it to his waist.

"I got a few lashes here, too."

"Would you like to see it?"

The tight waist and abdominal muscles that he touched made Li Qingluo's mind wander.

She couldn't help swallowing, blinking and looking up with a red face.

"Of course I will."

"come over."

Having said that, she hooked his belt and went to the inner room.

His chest was open.

There were still drops of water on the white grooves that had not been wiped away.

It rolled down along the grain into the waistband, or hit the back of Li Qingluo's hand.

Li Qingluo's pace involuntarily quickened as he headed towards Xudu.

In the blink of an eye, Duan Rongshi was pushed onto the soft bed.

Duan Rongshi couldn't help but hold her in his arms.

"Luo'er, do you miss me?"

The heat in his eyes almost melted her.

Li Qingluo turned his eyes away.

"No talking."

"I want to see where you are injured first."

She really pushed him away, then pulled his clothes to the sides and looked at him carefully.

But as she looked at it, her eyes turned red.

It seemed as if she had never really looked at what old injuries he had.

Now, whether new or old, there is hardly a piece of skin or flesh on his body that is intact.

A tear fell on Duan Rongshi's chest.

The heat made him shiver slightly.

"Okay, no more looking."

He knew this joke couldn't continue.

He forcefully pulled her back into his arms and held her close.

Li Qingluo: "No, I haven't finished reading it yet!"

She quickly wiped her eyes, supported herself on his chest and tried to get up again.

Duan Rongshi then sat up and held her high in his arms.

With just one move of his arms, he wrapped his arms around her entire waist.

"Luo'er, it doesn't look good."

"Let's not look at it."

"Would you please help me...relieve my longing for you first?"

There was a hint of pleading in his voice.

Li Qingluo's heart softened.

She knew that it was his childhood and past full of suffering.

Just like her, she didn't mind talking to him about it, but she didn't want him to know too much.

Because the past is long gone, they don't want to think about those memories often.

Li Qingluo immediately figured it out.

So she held his face and smiled with relief: "Why don't you relieve my longing first?"

With their fingers clasped together, the bed curtains gently fell.

Soon, a pile of clothes was scattered on the ground.

Although it was broad daylight, the entire mansion belonged to just the two of them.

As for the servants and subordinates, they had already kept away from them considerately and sensibly, leaving the entire area around Tangdi Residence clear.

It was not until the moonlight flowed in through the carved window frames like water, casting a layer of clear light on the house, that the movement in Tangdi Residence completely ceased.

Li Qingluo fell asleep in a daze.

Duan Rongshi got up quietly, went to the bathroom to wash up, then dressed neatly and went out.

"Tell them to prepare food so the girl can eat when she wakes up."

Madam Zheng smiled brightly at the gate and said, "Don't worry, sir. Everything has been prepared long ago."

Duan Rongshi: "Send Leng Dian over."

By the time he walked out in his tight clothes, Leng Dian had already arrived.

"Master."

Duan Rongshi: "How about chasing the rain?"

Leng Dian frowned and shook his head: "Still not awake."

Duan Rongshi paused and asked, "Who is taking care of him?"

Leng Dian: "It's a girl named Xiqiu in the girl's yard."

"He's a steady person."

Duan Rongshi: "Let them all keep a closer eye on it."

Leng Dian: "Yes. Master, are we going out now?"

Duan Rongshi turned around and glanced at the bedroom in Tangdi Residence.

"Let's go, come back quickly with me."

Li Qingluo woke up in the middle of the night because of hunger.

Seeing that there was no one around, he knew that Duan Rongshi must have gone out of the house again.

Li Qingluo lazily got up, picked up some clean clothes beside him and put them on, then looked at the messy bed.

Not only the bed, but also the couch and the table were so messy that she was embarrassed to recall them.

She quickly stood up and put on her coat. Just as she made a sound, Que'er's voice came from outside: "Miss? The servant is coming in."

Que'er came in with Baoxia.

The two of them began to pack up everything in the house in silence.

Although they were too embarrassed to look up, they seemed to have already expected this to happen.

Li Qinglu originally wanted to clean up the mess himself, but now he couldn't even hide anything.

"Ahem, Que'er, I want to drink some water first."

Que'er brought the tea and said, "Young lady, please be patient. Madam will bring the food right away."

Over there, Bao Xia tidied up the low couch by the window and saw a pile of papers on the small wooden table. She asked respectfully, "Miss, can these be touched by the servants?"

It was written in my own handwriting during a period between several events.

Li Qingluo immediately stood up: "Don't move. Don't move over there, I'll clean it up myself."

Bao Xia: "Yes, as you command."

So he came over and quickly tidied the bed with Que'er, and changed the sheets and quilts.

Li Qingluo has become thick-skinned anyway.

I just sat cross-legged on the couch and watched what Duan Rongshi was writing.

In fact, it is about what he didn't have time to say.

Afraid that she couldn't wait, I simply wrote it down so she could see it as soon as she opened her eyes.

It turned out that three days ago, the Emperor of Chu, along with a group of personal guards and Duan Rongshi, went to the imperial mausoleum in order to steal the corpse.