After rebirth, I remarried the domineering 9000-year-old

Shen Nanxing raised her face, her black eyes fixed on the man's, not wanting to miss any change in his expression.

However, his expression remained unchanged, and he only smiled faintly: "If Princess Jing wants me to help you with this, it's not impossible."

"However, there is no need to use such an excuse. This prince and Princess Jing have never met each other, so it is ridiculous to talk about such things."

When he said this, the man seemed to be looking somewhere else, but in fact his peripheral vision was always paying attention to the woman's expression.

But when he realized that there was not even the slightest bit of abnormality in her, he was suddenly filled with deep disappointment.

She completely forgot about him...

Fu Jiuli put the Mingwei Iron Cavalry's military token into his arms and said, "Princess Jing, I've done you a favor."

After saying that, he turned around to leave.

"Wait a moment!"

Shen Nanxing's heart ached when he said "we don't know each other".

In her previous life, he and she had never crossed paths, so why would he do that for her? This question had never made sense to her.

Or maybe he fell in love with her at first sight because of her beauty? The mere thought of it made her feel ridiculous.

He is definitely not such a superficial person...

Otherwise, with countless beauties in the world and his position of power, what could he not have? Why would he spend the rest of his life guarding her lonely grave? Even in the end...

She dared not think about it. Every time she thought about him seeking death and being pierced by four sharp swords, she felt so heartbroken that she couldn't breathe.

Lost in the memories of the previous life, he was in a trance. When he came to his senses, he saw the figure that he had thought of thousands of times in his mind was about to go away.

Shen Nanxing suddenly panicked. Without thinking, she rushed over and hugged his waist from behind.

"Don't go!"

"Please……"

Her voice was filled with extreme panic and fear, causing her arms around the man's waist to hold extremely tightly, and even tremble slightly.

The man's whole body stiffened in an instant, and his raised foot paused, then slowly dropped down and landed lightly on the ground.

The woman's soft and warm body pressed tightly against his back, her soft arms wrapped around his waist, her hands tightly folded on his abdomen...

Her voice was soft, helpless, and even tearful...

Undercurrents surged in his dark eyes, gathering and dispersing, eventually transforming into a thick, heavy, and impenetrable black mist. He clenched his fists tightly, barely able to resist the urge to turn around and press the woman into his arms.

He doesn't deserve it!

As early as the night he entered the palace many years ago, he was no longer worthy.

He tried to pull the woman's hand away from his waist with a little force, but he saw that her fair wrist was about to bruise. She refused to let go and still held his waist tightly. But he couldn't do it any more.

"Fu Jiuli..."

The woman's choking voice came from behind him, and she even put her cheek against his back again, making him feel a burning sensation on his back, causing his heart to tremble slightly.

"Let go!" he said coldly.

"No!" she replied.

He was at his wit's end, feeling a surge of anger rising to his head: "Princess Jing, do you want me to be your lover?"

A cold and harsh voice sounded, and Shen Nanxing suddenly woke up from a dream.

Her face quickly turned red, and she realized her actions and quickly let go of her hand.

She waved her hands repeatedly and explained incoherently: "No, no! That's not what I meant..."

But the tall man in black clothes and black hair did not listen to her, nor did he stop. He jumped up and disappeared from sight in a few jumps.

Shen Nanxing stood there for a long time, his eyes fixed on the direction where the man disappeared.

Until Chun Xing came in and gave her a cloak to put on.

"Miss, do you really want to please the Ninth Thousand Year Old Man?"

After a long time, I heard the lady say "hmm" softly.

"But he, the Nine Thousand Year Old..."

She didn't dare to say any more after that.

Shen Nanxing didn't look away and chuckled, "I don't mind."

Chun Xing hesitated for a long time, and finally asked: "Then why did you and Prince Jing..."