After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

A Bao lowered his eyes and looked at the hands clasped around her wrists.

His five fingers were slender and sharp with distinct joints, and the protruding blue veins on the back of his hands looked more like the cold green pines on the snow-covered cliff.

After staring for a while, she seemed a little dazed.

He gently stroked the scabs and blood marks on her wrists.

After a while, she heard him ask in a hoarse voice: "Is it worth it?"

The black-robed King stared at the bloodstain on Abao's wrist. Although it had scabbed over, it was still like a sharp blade cutting through his heart, making him dare not look up at her.

He couldn't believe that she would risk her life to keep him.

In a dull voice, he continued to ask, "Is it worth it?"

She remained silent and took his hand away.

The huge bathtub was emitting steam, but the black-robed king felt as if he had fallen into an icy abyss.

But the next moment, she held his face gently with both hands, "It's worth it."

After the words were spoken, a kiss fell gently.

Although it was just a light touch, the black-robed king suddenly felt jealous.

In the moist hot mist, she held his face and smiled gently: "As long as the emperor's uncle is alive in front of me, no matter what the price, it is worth it."

Yet, he still felt uneasy.

"Even if I personally caused the bloodbath in Evernight City."

"Am I still worthy of your rescue?"

"There must be a reason for what the emperor's uncle did." A Bao tried to smooth the frown on the king's face and coaxed him gently, "No need for evidence, I believe the emperor's uncle."

The shocked black-robed king received another gentle kiss.

Thus, the hot bath was filled with white mist and ripples spread out in layers.

It was the black-robed king who put his arm around his sweetheart's waist and brought her steadily into the hot bath.

He watched her shake off the water playfully and thought, let's stop here.

That mirage was an ominous omen. He shouldn't have mentioned it.

But, this was the third answer he wanted tonight.

King Feng Ran's dark eyes were deep as he asked, "Ah Bao, do you know about mirages? They say it will come true."

Hearing this, A Bao's gentle smile paused slightly: "The mirage is extremely vicious, killing people and destroying their hearts. Uncle, that mirage is not good to you. Is it right?"

She should have noticed earlier that when the soul shackles were broken, the emperor's uncle's face turned pale.

It's like I died.

In the dead of night when the Western Frontier was blizzard-stricken, the chilling howling of the wind was particularly bone-chilling, and King Feng Ran stared at A Bao, whose smile was gradually fading, and his heart sank.

"In the dream, we ended up hating each other."

"I clearly didn't want to hurt you, but I pointed my sword at you anyway."

"Abao, I even blame you for lying to me."

The tent suddenly became so quiet that only their breathing could be heard.

The black-robed king was waiting for an increasingly long time as he silently watched the princess shrouded in the hazy heat mist and frowned.

At this moment, his blood ran cold.

King Feng Ran was in pain and despair.

Was she warning him because she was afraid that her mirage would come true?

But at this moment, she said sadly: "What did I lie to the emperor uncle about in the mirage?"

This time it was the King of Northern Frontier who was speechless.

He was unwilling to admit that in his dream, she had given her true love to Yan Haixi and Zhang Lanheng...

Because he was afraid of making things worse and letting Abao see Yan Haixi and Zhang Lanheng's desires, intentions and feelings for her.

But if she asked, he never refused to answer.

After pondering for a while, King Feng Ran was afraid of hurting the wound on her wrist, so he dared to quietly clench his hand in the hot water: "You no longer like me, but like someone else."

As for the reason, it must be his fault.

Yan Haixi, Zhang Lanheng, what they could give her, he couldn't give.

That’s why Po fell in love with them.

Unexpectedly, she hugged him with both hands, "So, this is what the emperor's uncle fears most? - I abandoned you."

Perhaps she was too sad, he actually felt that it was not shameful to expose the weakness deep in his soul and admit that he was also afraid.

"Yes, I fear being abandoned by Po the most."

Before he finished speaking, the King of Northern Frontier was suddenly stunned.

One of her tears fell on the back of his hand, and she looked at him with red eyes.

"I won't abandon you again." A Bao leaned over and hugged his uncle's neck, crying and letting the tears fall: "I have waited for a long, long time to have the opportunity to be in front of my uncle again. So, we have to live a long life together."

The crying became increasingly mournful, but A Bao pretended to be fierce: "Uncle, just wait and see! I will not lose to that bullshit mirage! I will spend the rest of my life with you and give that ridiculous mirage a resounding slap in the face!!"

Just a moment ago, he was being swallowed by the cold deep sea and was on the verge of suffocation.

At this moment, he was rescued to shore by her with just one word.

With heavy breathing, the Northern Frontier King, who had been soaking in the medicinal bath for two days, deeply suspected that he had lost his mind? Otherwise, why did he feel that the water was getting hotter and hotter?

Suddenly, the King of Northern Frontier grabbed Abao's waist and brought her towards him.

The water splashed and ripples spread out in circles.

Perhaps, just as Abao said, it was just the knife that Mirage used to kill him.

And can he win this time?

The King of Northern Frontier gradually realized that it was not that he had lost his mind, but that his heart was beating.

It is natural for desire to come sweeping in.

Amid the sound of splashing water, Po was greeted with a slow and deep kiss.

After a long time, as the hot bath faded, her wet dress was untied layer by layer by a pair of large hands.

The deeper the kiss, the more they were swept away by desire.

With nervous breathing, A Bao gasped and opened her eyes, only to see drops of water sliding down the emperor's uncle's cheeks, rolling over his Adam's apple, and then flowing over the knife and arrow scars left on him from years of garrisoning in the northern border. The big hands in the water tightly grasped her waist, and the beast out of the cage roared.

The water rose and the ground became deeper, and in the absurdity, water drops splashed all over the ground.

Soaking in the steaming hot air, she gripped the edge of the tub and realized that his movements were even more ferocious than before, as if he was deliberately trying to force her to lose control and cling to his back.

Holding back her tears, she scratched him in anger, leaving red marks all over.