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

In the following days, the number of guards outside the house gradually increased, always surrounding her courtyard.

She wanted to find an opportunity to send a message to Xiao Yanqing, but she couldn't get away.

Now Jiang Zhuo doesn't allow her to leave the house. She has no way of knowing the news from the outside world, nor has he told her the date for the family dinner. She can only feel anxious in the house.

until…

"Aunt, why did you suddenly make so many dresses for me?"

Three maids were surrounding her and fiddled with her. This was already the third set of clothes she had tried on.

Sparkling diamonds and gold thread are sewn on each dress. The exquisite and luxurious skirts are layered layer by layer, swaying gently with her footsteps, and you can even hear the sound of the skirts rubbing against each other.

Obviously these are gorgeous clothes specially prepared for dancers.

"It seems that your father hasn't told you yet." Shen Han, who was drinking tea on the side, said casually.

"Your Majesty will personally host a family dinner tomorrow, and he specifically asked to see you."

"what?!"

Qing Yu widened his eyes and walked up to Shen Han, as if he couldn't believe this was true.

"Auntie, are you saying that His Majesty is inviting me to a banquet?!"

"Yes, so Qingyu has to prepare a dance for His Majesty." Shen Han smiled slightly, and his commanding tone was just arranging what she needed to do.

"But... it will be too late tomorrow..."

"And... I have never met His Majesty and I don't know the rules of the palace." Her anxious look was doubly sad.

"Haha, Qingyu is the most famous courtesan Qingwu in Yongqing City. Do you still need time to prepare?" Shen Han flattered her again and again, clearly putting pressure on her.

"As for the rules of the palace, your aunt will teach you later, so don't worry."

Seeing her expression full of worry, Shen Han held her hand and told her solemnly: "Qing Yu, His Majesty's invitation to the banquet cannot be refused, and at the same time, the lives of the Jiang family will be in your hands, do you understand?"

"Aunt..." With Shen Han's comfort, she pretended to understand and made up her mind.

"Yes, Qingyu understands."

Seeing this, Shen Han showed a pleased smile, "What dance is Qingyu preparing? Which dress is the most suitable?"

Qing Yu seemed well-behaved and obedient, but there were waves of anxiety in her heart.

No matter what, she had to go. Since the murderer of Jiang Qingyu's mother was in the palace, she had to get close no matter what the outcome.

But...how should she convey this news to Xiao Yanqing...

After Shen Han selected a dance dress for her, he began to supervise her dancing and etiquette practice until late at night.

After taking a bath, she returned to the house, rubbed her shoulders and arms, and couldn't help muttering to herself.

This woman Shen Han really doesn't treat her as a human being. Even Hua Niang has never let her practice so continuously.

She sighed slightly, and suddenly, a strange feeling came over her.

There's someone in the house?! Who could it be?

Just as she was about to check, a figure suddenly appeared and covered her mouth from behind.

And this familiar feeling, the icy yet gentle breath, and the unique woody scent on his body, are like the scent of a tree burning in ice, lingering behind.

She looked back with some surprise, looking at his face in the candlelight.

"Your Highness?!" After confirming what he was thinking, he was filled with endless joy.

But there was no surprise in Xiao Yanqing's eyes. He made sure that she saw him clearly before slowly letting her go.

"Why is your highness here?"

Xiao Yanqing did not answer her question, but asked urgently about the most important thing at the moment.

"Yu'er, will His Majesty invite you to attend the family dinner tomorrow?"

"Yes." A hint of doubt flashed across her eyes.

She was still worrying about how to tell him, but she didn't expect that he would find out first.

Seeing her admit it, he grabbed her hand and ordered sternly, "Go back with me!"

"Why?!" she was puzzled.

"You can't go to the palace to see him!"

"Why?" He? The Emperor?

"No reason!" He didn't want to explain.

"But..." Before she could ask the reason, Xiao Yanqing grabbed her hand and pulled it out with force.

"wait wait wait!"

"Yu'er! Jiang Zhuo wants to give you to him! How can I watch you go..." He swallowed the rest of the words.

"But...wait! Xiao Yanqing!" She called his name in surprise.

This desperate cry forced him to stop. He turned around and looked at her, his anxiety clearly visible.

She pursed her lips. She had not intended to tell him, but the development of the situation was beyond her control. She had never thought that Xiao Yanqing would be so opposed to her meeting the emperor.

"I heard that the real murderer who killed Jiang...mother is in the palace. If I take this opportunity to get close to him, there will be hope for both Jiang Zhuo's trust and those close to the palace." She was so anxious that she almost let the cat out of the bag.

He looked straight into her eyes. He had expected this, but even so, he could not let her enter the palace!

"No! If you want to investigate your mother's affairs, I can help you. We can discuss other matters, but this one... I can't!"

"Why?" She didn't understand. Was this emperor a terrible person?

Obviously Xiao Yanqing didn't want to argue with her at this time, so he held her hand and continued to go out. No matter how she resisted, he didn't intend to listen to her anymore.

Seeing that they had reached the backyard, she had no choice but to grab his hand and use all her strength to push him against the wall, pressing her hands on his chest.

She looked up at him, with an indescribable urgency that made her breathe rapidly.

"Listen to me, okay? If the person in this palace is Jiang Zhuo's ally, then he is very likely the murderer you are looking for. Jiang Zhuo is very careful with this person."

"I want to help you. Can you let me go? I can guarantee my own safety. If things go beyond my control, I will come back immediately."

"Okay?"

There was a rare gleam of helplessness in his eyes, which lingered in my heart and could not be dispelled.

Her words and pleading eyes always made it impossible for him to refuse.

At this moment, there was no trace of disguised emotion between her eyebrows. She was serious and firm beyond negotiation.

He sighed deeply, his throat rolling unconsciously, and forced himself to make this decision. He knew that once she caught his hope, she would use a self-sacrificing way to achieve her goal.

No matter how big the sacrifice is, as long as she feels it is worth it.

"Are you going anyway?" The helplessness was like a chill that melted into his bones.

He wanted to stop her, but what reason and identity did he have to stop her?

He didn't want her to go, didn't want her to know him, didn't want her to leave, so why didn't she just listen to him?

She nodded. As long as there was hope, she would try whatever it was.

"Yu'er." He put his arms around her waist.

"Listen carefully to what I am saying now. If this matter exceeds my expectations, I will use my own methods to bring you back. At that time, you will no longer have room to discuss with me."

"You just have to obey me, understand?" His voice was so low and firm that it was irrefutable.

She was stunned, and his unexpected seriousness made her concerned.

What did he expect? Unforeseen dangers? Or something else?

She didn't understand, but in the end she compromised and agreed.

"it is good."

The arms around her waist held her tightly, "Remember, you are alone, now and forever."

She pressed herself against his chest, listening to the heartbeat surrounding her ears, closed her eyes and felt the warmth of his embrace, hoping that this warmth would last forever.

When she opened her eyes again, he was gone.

The voice suppressed in my heart keeps repeating.

She can't stop. In order to get the love that belongs only to her, she can't stop!