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

The sun rose again, and the cell was shrouded in sin. No matter day or night, it could not be illuminated, and it was always dark.

Jiang Zhuo finally woke up after the night before. His face was bruised and bloody. His limbs were tied with ropes and fixed to a chair. His vision gradually became clear as he looked at the person in front of him.

"Xiao Yanqing! Why... am I here?!" Jiang Zhuo was panicked and twisted his body to try to break free from the ropes.

"Jiang Zhuo, you lose." His deep and gloomy eyebrows were like sharp swords piercing the person in front of him.

"Lost?! Impossible!" Jiang Zhuo shook his head in confusion, unable to accept the reality.

Instantly, he remembered what happened at that time: someone knocked him unconscious from behind.

"Who is it? Who knocked me out?!"

Suddenly, a soft and strange female voice sounded beside his ear, "Hi."

Stunned, Jiang Zhuo turned around and looked at her with eyes wide open in disbelief, "Jiang Qingyu? It's you!"

"Hehe, that's right, it's me." She then distanced herself from Jiang Zhuo and returned to his side.

"It was you who helped him... Aren't you afraid of him?" Jiang Zhuo couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes. Even if Jiang Qingyu would help Xiao Yanqing, the two of them would never be so close.

"Afraid? Look, am I afraid?"

She stretched out her hands and hugged his waist as usual, and he subconsciously raised his hands to hug her.

He gently lifted her chin and kissed her lips.

Jiang Zhuo watched the two people's every move in shock. Every nerve in his body was numb at this moment, as if a bolt of lightning had struck his head.

The intimate actions seemed as natural as if they had been repeated hundreds of times, constantly reaffirming their relationship.

"It turns out everything is a lie!"

He slowly let go of her lips, but kissed her again with affection. Neither of them cared about what Jiang Zhuo said.

"Yan Qing, can you teach me?"

"Okay, I'll be outside, call me anytime."

"Okay, do you need him alive?"

"He doesn't deserve to die. He deserves eternal pain for hurting Yu'er. However, it's up to Yu'er to be happy."

"it is good."

After the two of them discussed it, he placed a kiss on her lips and then stood up and left.

She turned her gaze to Jiang Zhuo in front of her and swung the dagger in her hand, "Where do we start?"

"When did it start?" Jiang Zhuo gritted his teeth and his face became distorted, not knowing whether it was because of anger or pain.

"Haha, of course it started when you sent me to the palace."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"If you had been in cahoots with him so early, how could I not have noticed it? I don't believe it."

"Hehe..." Seeing him so angry, Qing Yu found it ridiculous, "You are really self-righteous and blindly confident."

"This has always been my plan. I have grown step by step and have come here step by step. Every time you see me, I am fully prepared. Every time you fail, I am involved."

“Impossible! How could you have…” Jiang Zhuo suddenly thought of something.

"Was it the same thing that happened to you when you were kidnapped from Huanxiang Pavilion?" He remembered that she was locked up for a few days after she came back and was also tortured.

She clapped her hands and praised his thoughts, "Haha, that's right, for revenge, to bring you down, that little sacrifice is nothing."

"Revenge?! It wasn't me who killed your mother, it was..."

"Are you talking about Brother Zhou or Zheng Linhan?" she interrupted Jiang Zhuo.

Jiang Zhuo was stunned for a moment and then nodded repeatedly, "It was Zheng Linhan! It was her. She ordered me to kill him. I had no choice."

She raised her voice in anger, "But you are the culprit who killed my mother, and you are also the murderer of Jiang Qingyu!"

Jiang Zhuo, who was already too frightened, naturally did not pay attention to the problem with this sentence.

"Blood debt must be repaid with blood, but how are you going to pay for these sixteen years of pain?!"

Jiang Zhuo roared at her, "As a member of the Jiang family, you should work hard for me! Otherwise, you have no value in being born!"

"Really? Then you should have expected this outcome." As she spoke, she had already clenched the dagger in her hand and gradually approached him.

"No! No! You won't kill me! Your last name is Jiang too, you are my daughter, and I am your father!"

"Aren't you afraid of being punished by God for killing your father?!"

She sneered, "Do you see clearly that I am your daughter?"

At this moment, Jiang Zhuo met her eyes. Her ruthlessness and cruelty were all in her originally gentle eyes. She was no longer the Jiang Qingyu he knew.

Jiang Zhuo shook his head in horror, "You are not, you are a demon! You are not Jiang Qingyu! You are a demon!"

"You are the real bloodthirsty demon who has long lost his humanity. Remember, no matter who you are, you are not worthy of being a father, a husband, or even a human being!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised the sword in her hand and slashed his body again and again, hatred, blood, and tears blending into one.

The cries of pain and the torture she had experienced, the cries of whipping, the insults, all echoed in her ears again and again.

How many swords are needed to soothe Jiang Qingyu's pain, and how many swords are needed to save Jiang Qingyu and her mother?

No, never again.

The heart-wrenching pain pulled at her body and crushed her internal organs. Was it her pain, or was it Jiang Qingyu's pain? Perhaps it was a pain that was irreparable.

Hearing the sound from the inner room, Xiao Yanqing rushed in and saw her sitting on the ground covered in blood, crying bitterly.

"Yuer! What happened?" He grabbed her shoulders anxiously and looked at her face full of tears.

She choked and repeated the words in her mouth, "I can't come back, I can never come back..."

"Sixteen years, and my mother...never comes back."

"Why was I born into such a family? Why..."

He listened to her recounting of pain and her repeated questions, but he could not answer. Everything that was gone could never be recovered.

I could only hold her tightly in my arms and listen to her crying in my arms.

"Yu'er, we have no choice when we are born. Fate destroys us time and time again. We can only choose how to face it."

"Now Yu'er no longer has to look at their faces, and she is growing up healthily. Yu'er has me, and we will face everything together, anger, pain, happiness, and joy."

"We'll be together."

Suddenly, she reached out and hugged him.

He stroked her back gently, picked her up and walked out, "Yu'er, let's go home."

She heard it, yes, things are different now, she has a home, their home.

They turned and left, disappearing in this room filled with blood and tears, but they were so immersed in sorrow that they didn't notice the people hiding in the dark.

After witnessing all this, the man turned and left, returned to Xiao Yanzhou, and told him everything he had heard.

Hearing this, my heart ached, but I did not ignore the strange details in the words.

What does this sentence mean: "The culprit who killed my mother is also the murderer of Jiang Qingyu"?

"Is Jiang Zhuo dead?"

"When I left, I was only breathing faintly."

Xiao Yanzhou's face was gloomy, and he finally ordered, "Find a chance and kill him."

"It's Your Majesty."

He reminded again, "You are the most outstanding secret guard I have trained, and your ability is even better than He Yi. Remember, your mission is to monitor Xiao Yu and make sure Xiao Yu doesn't find out."

"clear?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Go down."

Xiao Yanzhou leaned back in his chair and pondered what he had just heard. Why did he always feel that Xiao Yu still had some secrets?

Now he has made up his mind that as long as there is a chance, he will take advantage of it and get Xiaoyu.