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Jun Jiuxiao's gaze was fixed on Chu Xingyao. Recalling that Chu Xingyao had been his queen for ten years in his previous life, Jun Jiuxiao's heart was filled with bitterness.

He couldn't understand why ten years of sincere betrayal couldn't outweigh Chu Xingyao's deep affection for Jun Xuanche.

Can love really be let go of so easily?

Jun Jiuxiao mocked himself inwardly, his voice low and hoarse, as if a question came from the depths of his soul.

"Then why do I feel like I'm living a life worse than death?"

He continued to ask himself questions, his voice filled with pain and struggle.

He began to doubt Chu Xingyao's motives, wondering if her approach was merely driven by a desire for power.

After all, he had just gained some military power again. Could it be that she came for this reason?

Or perhaps this was a carefully planned conspiracy to lure him into a pre-laid trap and then eliminate him in the graveyard.

Chu Xingyao felt the sudden drop in temperature around her, and she knew that Jun Jiuxiao's misunderstanding had taken deep root in his heart.

She felt helpless; she knew that no matter how she explained, he wouldn't believe her.

A hint of sadness flashed in her eyes, but she quickly decided to change the subject in an attempt to ease the tense atmosphere.

She suddenly leaned her face forward and looked at Jun Jiuxiao.

The magnified image of her before me revealed her exquisite features, her eyelashes glistening with dewdrops, like the morning dew at the dawn.

His mind was completely thrown into turmoil at that moment, and he could only hear her voice whispering in his ear.

Then came a soft, sweet voice, but one filled with great dissatisfaction and grievance:

"Your Highness, would you like to see me again?"

"Could you pick me up in a gentler way?"

"Being thrown from such a height,"

"I am afraid."

He wanted to explain that it wasn't him who sent Minghuang to pick up the person.

She instantly recalled the scene, and now her nose was red, and she looked somewhat aggrieved.

So the words that were on the tip of my tongue turned into...

"it is good".

Another bland, cold word. There was nothing he could do; his mind was blank, his brain empty, with only his heart pounding wildly and intensely.

She watched as his slender, white fingers gently caressed his clothes.

go on:

"or......"

She paused deliberately, looking at Jun Jiuxiao's face. He knew from both his past and present lives how beautiful she was.

His self-control in front of her was never very effective.

So he turned his head slightly away, as if trying to avoid the attraction that was enough to disturb his peace of mind.

But his ears were unconsciously listening to her every word and every soft laugh.

"Or next time... Your Highness may personally go to fetch him... that would also be acceptable."

His heart skipped a beat, as if he had been stabbed and then violently twisted.

I felt an excruciating pain.

She was seducing him; how could he not understand?

Previous life

Every time he tried to be intimate with her, she resisted desperately.

However, in bed, she was never his match and could only passively enjoy the pleasure.

So every morning, she would either beat or scold him, and smash things wildly.

The thought of this made his heart ache even more. In this life, she still loved Jun Xuanche.

Even though Jun Xuanche slaughtered her entire family in her previous life.

However, in order to lure him in and help Jun Xuanche obtain military power, she was willing to lower herself to seduce him.

She actually went to such lengths for Jun Xuanche.

His deep, cold, and eerie eyes gazed intently at her.

Chu Xingyao also saw a fleeting hint of pain in his eyes.

Like a mirror about to shatter, it reflects a heartbreaking helplessness.

She wanted to say something, but before she could speak...

Then a low, restrained voice, tinged with despair, came from behind:

"If Miss Chu has finished eating, please go back."

"Night Hawk, take Miss Chu back."

After saying that, he turned and left, his back view resolute.

Not giving Chu Xingyao any chance to explain was not out of heartlessness.

It was because he knew that only by leaving could he control his emotions that were about to spiral out of control.

Chu Xingyao gazed at Jun Jiuxiao's resolute departing figure.

If she hadn't witnessed him die for her in her past life, she would almost have believed him, thinking he truly didn't care about her.

Having experienced everything in her past life, she knew that this was merely a "shell" he used to conceal the truth.

His sudden coldness and aloofness made it obvious to her that he must have misunderstood something.

She knew that she couldn't deal with Jun Jiuxiao by force; she could only overcome him with gentleness.

Moreover, it's not midnight yet, her martial arts haven't returned, and she can't use force.

So, Chu Xingyao slowly stood up, walked to the railing of the pavilion, and began to cry while clinging to it.

At first, she didn't shed any tears, but when she remembered everything she had experienced in her past life, she suddenly needed to vent her emotions for a while.

But later,

But she couldn't stop wailing, just as she used to wail like that all the time.

Her cries exploded like thunder in the silent Prince Zhan's mansion, so loud they even startled the snowflakes off the plum blossoms, causing them to fall one by one.

Just like her feelings at this moment, poignant and helpless.

She stammered as she cried:

"Nighthawk, you...go tell your lord..."

"I...I...I was...carried here,"

"Either...or...you carry me...back,"

"Either...or...or..."

"Your prince... take me back."

Her voice trembled slightly, filled with helplessness, like that of a wounded little bird awaiting salvation.

Upon hearing this, Night Hawk shuddered in fright and inwardly groaned.

He knew Chu Xingyao's position in the prince's heart; if he dared to hug her, his family's ancestral graves would probably be doomed.

Night Hawk didn't know why the prince had suddenly become so cold and distant.

But he knew that his master's feelings for Miss Chu were as deep as the sea.

He gently comforted her, "Miss Chu, please don't cry. I'll go tell the Prince right away."

Nighthawk's voice trembled slightly; he didn't know what to do.

They could only leave in haste, hoping that the prince would change his mind.

Jun Jiuxiao heard Chu Xingyao crying from afar, and his heart tightened.

He stopped involuntarily, turned around, and looked at the building.

A flicker of pain and struggle flashed in his eyes.

He knew he shouldn't turn back, shouldn't be soft-hearted, but Chu Xingyao's cries were like a sharp blade piercing his heart.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to keep going.

But Chu Xingyao's cries grew increasingly mournful in the wind, each one seeming to call out Jun Jiuxiao's name.

Each sound seemed to tell of her helplessness and despair.

Jun Jiuxiao's steps grew heavier and heavier, and his heart became increasingly chaotic.

His heart was filled with contradictions; he wanted to turn back, yet he was afraid that he would fall into that endless pain again.

The Nighthawk's arrival broke the heavy silence. He respectfully clasped his hands in a salute and reported in a low voice:

"Your Highness, Miss Chu is crying."

Jun Jiuxiao's gaze shot over like an icy blade, his voice cold and sharp:

"Can't I hear you?"

His tone exuded an unquestionable authority, sending a chill down Nighthawk's spine.

Nighthawk felt the sudden drop in temperature around him and inwardly groaned:

"The prince is already in a bad mood, so if we simply relay what Miss Chu said verbatim..."

"The prince will surely punish me severely. After all, the future princess asked me to carry her back."

"Ugh! This is going to kill me! What should I do? It's urgent!"

"But I dare not fail to report the truth, otherwise I would probably die young."

Night Hawk was mentally organizing his thoughts, trying to figure out how to say something that wouldn't anger the prince.