The pub that Qingchen went to was the one where she and Yue Qinghe met for the first time.

Although the last life was planned here by Yue Qingqian, it was ruined by Zhao Qide.

And this life is not much better, what happened to Yue Qinghe.

If I had known that, it would be better to give it to Zhao Qide...

Thinking of this, Qingchen still shook his head unwillingly.

No, you can't.

Taking a deep breath, she sat in the box and called for wine and food.

She had no appetite. After a few mouthfuls, she lost her appetite. Instead, she stared at the wine on the table in a daze.

After thinking about it, she directly picked up the jug, touched the spout with her mouth, and drank half of the jug in one gulp.

Then he wiped his mouth.

These past few days, she had been living in a state of confusion.

Then she realized that if it hadn't started before, she wouldn't be in such pain.

Because she felt the warmth of love, she became more and more greedy.

She was unwilling to let their warmth be so short-lived.

But...she was the one who said it was over, so why should she complain?

Qingchen stood up unsteadily. She wanted to go to his house and ask him if he really didn't want her anymore...

She left the tavern and walked on the streets of Kyoto City. The smell of alcohol invaded her brain.

She couldn't walk well at all.

She stumbled for a while and found that she was still far away from Prince Zhai's Mansion.

"Hey, this girl, you can't even walk safely. Why don't you let me take you back?"

At this moment, her arm was suddenly grabbed, and a frivolous voice sounded in her ears.

As the man got closer, there was an unpleasant smell.

Qingchen wrinkled his nose, raised his eyes, and saw a burly man looking at him with a lewd look on his face.

She is now dressed as a man, and he still calls herself a girl, which proves that he can tell at a glance that she is a woman disguised as a man.

"Go away!" Qingchen shouted at him, trying to pull out his arm.

But the man was so strong that he wanted to cut off her arm.

She was in so much pain that she couldn't make a sound and could only be dragged away by the man.

"Girl, don't be anxious, I will take you back."

"Get out..." She frowned, trying to struggle more and more, but the pain from her arm made her unable to even move.

As the man led her to a deserted alley, he whispered in her ear: "I've been keeping an eye on you since you came out of the tavern. How dare a little girl come out disguised as a man."

"Get away!" Qingchen realized the danger and wanted to push him away.

But she was dragged into an alley by a man. The man was tall and strong and threw her to the ground.

"If you still want to live, you'd better be obedient and stop screaming! Once you are comfortable with me, I will let you leave alive!" The man threatened, and then started to take off Shen's clothes.

"Go away, you are so presumptuous..." Qingchen originally wanted to use her identity to suppress him, but she didn't want his big hand to cover her mouth.

He smelled bad, and his palms stunk even more.

She couldn't breathe and began to regret.

You shouldn't have sneaked out of the palace like this.

She just doesn't learn her lesson, and nothing good happens every time she leaves the palace.

But it just happens that every time I don’t remember it for a long time.

If you want to be ruined by the man in front of you, you might as well just bite your tongue and commit suicide...

Once the thought came up, she wanted to take action.

A sword suddenly pierced the chest of the man in front of her.

At the same time, the sword edge was very close and landed in front of her.

Before Qingchen could react, the sword in front of the man's chest was pulled out and he fell straight down.

Qingchen was so frightened by this scene that his face turned pale and he couldn't even speak a word when he opened his mouth.

And the person who killed the man with a long sword was actually Ling Yu!

"Cousin, follow me." Ling Yu put away his sword, stepped forward, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her out.

After a long while, Qingchen finally found his voice, "You...Eighth brother-in-law, you killed that man."

Although this was not the first time she had seen such a scene, a living person suddenly fell down in front of her.

Such a scene really frightened her.

"Shouldn't that person die?" Ling Yu looked back at her, the two of them standing opposite each other.

Qing Moran felt that his behavior was too willful.

Even if you want to say that person doesn't deserve to die, it doesn't matter, and it doesn't matter that he deserves to die.

Recently, her mood has been too chaotic and her mind is too confused to think clearly.

He saw that she was in a mess, her clothes were dirty, her face was pale, and he took a deep breath.

He took her to a nearby inn, opened a private room, and paid the waiter to run errands to buy a pair of men's clothes.

He put down his sword, poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to her, "Drink a cup of hot tea."

Qingchen took the tea cup and drank the hot tea, which made her stomach feel warm.

After what had just happened, most of her alcoholism had dissipated.

Looking at the man sitting on the other side, Qingchen realized that she shouldn't be alone with him, so she stood up to leave.

"Thank you, eighth brother-in-law, for your rescue. I think it's time for me to return to the palace." With that said, she was about to get up and leave.

But he grabbed his wrist.

Qingchen frowned and looked at him in confusion, "Eighth brother-in-law?"

"You can either call me cousin or call me Ling Yu, choose one of the two." His voice was gloomy, and there was a hint of sinisterness on his originally gentle face.

He hated her for calling him that.

Always keeping distance from him, always alienating him.

"..." Qingchen pursed her lips and lowered her eyes to look at the wrist he grabbed, her face still pale, "Let me go first."

"You don't want to choose, right? I'll help you choose. Just call me Ling Yu from now on."

Qingchen frowned, wondering why the person in front of him seemed to have a different soul despite having the same face.

"You...what's wrong with you? You are married to my Eighth Emperor's sister. Shouldn't I call you Eighth Brother-in-law?"

"You shouldn't!" He said angrily in a low voice, with even more anger in his eyes, and pinched her chin, "I don't want to be your eighth brother-in-law at all. If you call me eighth brother-in-law again, what will happen to you today?" Don’t even think about walking out of this inn with a clean conscience!”

Qingchen had never seen him look so cold and terrifying, and was immediately frightened to the point where he didn't dare to disobey him again.

"Ling Yu..." she called in a low voice, with a hint of trembling in her voice.

Ling Yu heard it, but he didn't care.

"Why did you come out of the palace alone today? Your best guard didn't come out with you?" He suddenly changed the subject, and his eyes became even colder.

Nice guard...

Qingchen knew that he was talking about Aoki, because he invited Aoki to perform a play for him in the White Horse Temple last time.

She put on a show that made him mistakenly think that she already had a sweetheart, and that he had already made a private decision for life.

I want him to give up on me because of this.

"This has nothing to do with you." She turned her face away, took advantage of his loose hand, broke free from his big hand, and tried to run to the door.

But he pulled her back and pressed her whole body against the round table in the side room.

His eyes were red and his expression was full of unwillingness, "Yue Qingchen, how can I be inferior to that guard? You would rather bend down to be with him than choose me?"

"You are already married to my Eighth Emperor sister!" She held her breath, not daring to struggle, but wanted to remind him with Yue Qingqian's presence.

It's simply impossible for them.

From his father's imperial edict, it was destined that he would become his brother-in-law.

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