Rebirth: The paranoid war king was controlled by the crazy female protagonist

In the darkness, the dim light in the house illuminated the food on the table.

Qing Yu stood there stupidly. This was clearly her home, but it was the place she hated the most. The food in her mouth was always filled with the smell of blood, but she was so hungry that she didn't care and just wanted to have a full meal.

Suddenly, the door handle was turned and there was a loud sound of crying and shouting.

When she looked back again, the cutlery in her hand had turned into a blade, and blood was washing over her hands like running water.

"Why don't you just die!" The blood-stained woman yelled at her.

"If only you had never existed! If only you were dead!"

"You are a piece of trash!"

"What else can you do besides cry?!"

"waste!"

The knife in Qingyu's hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound. She covered her ears to stop the noisy abuse.

“So noisy…”

“It’s really noisy…”

"Stop...why don't you stop..."

"Qing Yu! Qing Yu!" It seemed as if someone was calling me with great effort in the dream.

"Qing Yu! Qing Yu!"

Suddenly, she opened her eyes and saw the face in front of her clearly. It was Xiao Wenshu.

"Qing Yu! What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

She blinked and muttered, "Noisy, very noisy."

"Noisy?" Xiao Wenshu saw her covering her ears, but he was clearly the only one in the room.

"Don't be afraid, it's...it's a dream, not real." Xiao Wenshu reached out and touched her hand to comfort her.

"Dream?" She slowly lowered her hands that were covering her ears.

"Well, it seems to be quiet."

The voices in my ears have disappeared, it seems that it really was a nightmare.

Seeing that she wanted to get up, Xiao Wenshu hurriedly helped her up.

Qing Yu came back to his senses and looked around, "Wen Shu, are you waiting for me?"

"Ah? I'm not very reassured, so..." He was worried that his brother would not let Qingyu go. Although his brother brought her back and called a doctor to see her, he was afraid that his brother would regret it at any time.

"Thank you Wenshu."

"Don't say that. If I hadn't said too much in front of my brother before, I wouldn't have hurt you so badly."

She shook her head. "It's already good."

She knew Wenshu had been helping her, but...

"Wen Shu, why are you helping me?"

"Because...I admire you and I envy you."

"Why?" She was puzzled.

"I admire your fearless courage, and I envy your uninhibited character. I have never had freedom since I was a child. Apart from my brother, I don't have many friends. Even if I did, I would not be able to be honest and sincere because of my status."

"Qing Yu, you are the first person I have ever met who will not be cautious with me because of anything."

Because of his royal status, people were either cautious or submissive towards him. No one had ever treated him as an ordinary friend like Qingyu did.

"You are also the first person who is truly kind to me." She said seriously.

For her, there is no particularly prescriptive framework for any emotion, she only works for the results she wants.

Xiao Wenshu smiled sheepishly, "By the way, Qingyu, why did you do such a dangerous thing?"

"Just wanted to try it out."

Xiao Wenshu listened to her casual attitude and looked at her body covered with scars, feeling indescribable surprise.

"Bet? What to bet on? Bet on whether those people will show mercy, or whether you can really win with a smaller force?" He really found it unbelievable where she got the courage from.

She was startled and shook her head.

"Are you trying to bet on whether my brother will be soft-hearted?"

"Hehehe." Hearing this, she laughed out loud.

"Don't even think about it. It's impossible."

"Actually, it's a life-and-death bet, a bet that I won't die."

"I believe that this is not my destiny." She put away her smile and explained to him.

"Qing Yu, do you know how seriously you are injured?" Seeing her smiling face, he felt a little helpless.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

While chatting, the maid brought the meal. Qing Yu, who had been sleeping in bed all day, was extremely hungry.

She moved her body and wanted to get out of bed. Seeing this, Xiao Wenshu placed the meal beside the bed. Unable to wait, she sat down on the bed and started eating.

Seeing that her cheeks were bulging with food, it seemed that she was really hungry.

"It's delicious." In comparison, the food in the mansion is much more delicious.

"Eat slowly."

"Has Wenshu eaten?" she suddenly remembered.

"Don't worry, we've already had our meal." Even at this time, she still had the mood to worry about him.

Worried that her injured body would make her feel uncomfortable, Xiao Wenshu sat beside her the whole time. After a while, when he saw that she had almost finished eating, he handed her the cup of water.

"Qing Yu, I have a question to ask you. It's about me personally, and has nothing to do with my brother and family." Xiao Wenshu asked this question after a little hesitation.

She looked up from where she was drinking tea and nodded.

"Do you really hate your father so much that you even want to kill him?" He actually didn't want to believe it. After all, they were blood relatives. He believed that Qing Yu would not become their enemy, but for this matter... he had no answer.

She put down her teacup and lowered her eyes to ponder the answer in her heart. What was it for her? And what was it for Jiang Qingyu?

Seeing her silence, Xiao Wenshu said, "It's okay, if you don't want to talk..."

"Wen Shu." She raised the corners of her mouth slightly and told him.

"In my opinion, fatherhood is not just about blood, but also about emotion. Just because someone has blood, it doesn't necessarily mean he is qualified to be a father."

"I hate that he gave birth to me and made me infertile. I hate that he used his children as a ladder to climb. I hate that he even abandoned his own flesh and blood as a sacrifice."

"Such a person cannot be called a father at all. He is an enemy and the murderer who caused all this."

Presumably, this should also be Jiang Qingyu's idea. After all, in Jiang Qingyu's memory, Jiang Zhuo could not escape responsibility for his mother's death.

"So, you are willing to make a deal with my brother, is it for revenge?" Xiao Wenshu couldn't imagine what a terrible blow this would be to the young Qing Yu.

"Not really. If hatred is what keeps me growing, then the desire for freedom is what keeps me alive." She once promised herself freedom, spontaneity, or buried kindness.

Xiao Wenshu pondered these profound words, "Yearning for the liberation of freedom..."

Seeing his puzzled look, Qing Yu said, "That is to say, no matter what your purpose or reason is, don't forget your original intention."

Qing Yu pointed his finger at his heart.

"Original intention..." He placed his palm over his heart.

Yes, what was his original intention? He had long forgotten it. Perhaps, he had no original intention at all...

He raised his eyes and met her sparkling eyes. Even though there was a bandage on her cheek, it still couldn't block the charm she exuded, which was unique and belonged only to her.

He put down his hand and said, "Qing Yu, you are only sixteen or seventeen, how come you can see through so many things?"

She was slightly stunned, but she was already twenty-four.

"How old is Wenshu?" She suddenly remembered this.

"It's the age of twenty."

"Weak crown." That means twenty years old.

"What about your brother?"

"My brother is six years older than me." Seeing that she was curious, he told her.

"Then I have to call you brother." After all, he is a few years older than me in terms of physical age.

"Haha, Qingyu's mature thinking is beyond my reach. Just call me Wenshu as usual."

She raised her lips and smiled, "Okay."

The two of them completely put aside their identities and chatted and laughed, not noticing him who had been standing outside the house for who knows how long.

"Let's go."

The guard whispered, "Yes."

The man turned and left. In the darkness, one could not see his expression, let alone guess the emotions hidden in his heart.