After the divorce, I pursued the Ninth Prince 100 times.

There was a long silence.

It lasted so long that Shen Nanxing began to suspect that the man was asleep and didn't hear her voice at all.

His voice was low and hoarse: "You...really don't like Prince Jing anymore?"

The woman's voice was firm: "I don't like it."

The man fell silent again.

Just a few days ago, she was so happy to marry Prince Jing...

But when she was taking Chinese medicine and unconscious, she was muttering his name...

She would rather soak in a cold pool for twelve hours and lose her fertility than ask Xie Tingyu to help her detoxify...

The man's eyes were stained with an endless darkness, making it impossible to discern his thoughts. After seeming to hesitate for a long time, he finally spoke again, "If you truly believe this, I will help you reconcile with him."

"What happened today is known only to you and me, and will not be spread out..."

"If you meet a man you like in the future, I will also help you find a marriage."

The few words he spoke softly turned into a thousand-pound weight, crushing his heart back and forth, making him feel a tearing pain in his heart, almost unable to breathe...

The woman endured the biting chill of the cold pool and chuckled softly, "No matter who I fall in love with, does Nine Thousand Years Old have the ability to make that person marry me?"

"Yes." The man lowered his eyes, hiding all the sadness in them.

He has been struggling in the palace for many years, immersed in the desire for power, and finally climbed to his current height. Isn't it because of the belief he promised her at the beginning?

Now that she is still alive, as long as she needs it, it is still easy for him to threaten a man to marry her with the power in his hands.

Even the young talents in Beijing can be chosen by her.

As long as he is alive, he can protect her for the rest of her life.

As long as he was there, the man would not dare to bully her in the slightest.

Can......

Just thinking about her holding hands with other men, hugging each other, being as intimate as he had just been with her, or even more so...

Just thinking about it, anger welled up in his heart, and he wanted to chop the man to pieces!

But he couldn't... Not only could he not do that, he also had to protect that man well and not let anything happen to him, otherwise she would be so sad...

Ever since Shen Nanxing asked that question, her eyes have been on the man and have never left.

Across the cold pond, in the hazy white mist, she heard the man answer her question.

He said "yes".

But then he became completely depressed. He lowered his head, and she couldn't see the expression on his face, but she could sense his loneliness and solitude.

Like, an isolated island.

Her breath was choked and pain came over her heart.

His appearance, for no reason, reminded her of his previous life when he was pierced by four long swords. He was so indifferent to everything and looked like a pool of stagnant water.

There was a hint of red at the corners of her eyes, and her voice was obviously choked with sobs.

"I've fallen for Fu Jiuli. Could you please help me get him to marry me?"

After saying this, she looked at him from afar in the water and bowed to him.

The man's heart moved, and he looked up suddenly, meeting the woman's clear eyes.

But after only a moment of staring at each other, he looked away: "Don't talk nonsense."

Looking at his expression, Shen Nanxing held back her tears: "Didn't the Ninth Thousand Year Old just say that no matter who I like, I can ask him to marry me?"

"It's only been a moment, and you've already regretted it, Nine Thousand Years Old?"

"I didn't realize that the Nine Thousand Years Old's words could only last for a moment..."