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

Fate is always like this, with joys and sorrows, separations and reunions.

When you are about to give up in a desperate fight, you will always see the other side and rekindle the fire of hope.

"Wan Qiao, I'm sorry for wronging you." His eyes were filled with guilt. He had been wandering outside for five years, experiencing hardships, but he hadn't been able to find her.

Tears flowed from Zhao Wanqiao's eyes again, but this time she felt more grateful.

She shook her head and said, "Brother Yan, my greatest hope is that you can come back."

His brows were filled with gloom, and his murderous aura was so oppressive that it made people breathless. "We will double back the suffering and injustice we have endured from the murderer."

"Brother Yan, do you know who the murderer is?" Zhao Wanqiao hurriedly asked about this most important question. She had heard more or less about the public opinion in Yongqing City, but she didn't know whether it was true or false.

"It's not certain yet, but the truth will be revealed soon."

"Wan Qiao, do you know any clues?"

She gradually lowered her eyes and carefully recalled what happened five years ago. "I heard the conversation between the people who were chasing my father and me. They must be members of the royal family."

To confirm again, he tightened his fingers unconsciously, and he could almost hear the sound of his knuckles rubbing against each other.

"Okay, I got it."

"Wan Qiao will take a good rest here first."

When she saw him stand up, she also panicked and supported herself to get off the bed, "Where are you going, Brother Yan?"

"I will go back home first."

"Brother Yan...can't you take me back with you?" she asked very carefully.

He pursed his lips. Due to her current physical condition, he couldn't let her bear too much at once.

"I promise you that I will take you back when you are better. For your safety, do not let others know your identity."

Seeing this, she nodded with relief, "When will Brother Yan come over again?"

"I will come to see you again in the evening."

"Okay." Although she was reluctant, she still listened to him.

Brother Yan always has his own arrangements.

After taking only a few steps, he suddenly remembered, turned around, and took out the jade pendant from his arms.

"Why is my mother's jade pendant here with you?"

"It was given to me by Aunt Liu."

"Mother? Why?" He remembered that this jade pendant had important meaning to his mother, why...

She pulled her fingers and lowered her head, not knowing how to speak the truth. Aunt Liu told her that she hoped she and Brother Yan could live happily together until old age.

This jade pendant is a blessing, luck, and even more so, it's full of hope and love. Unfortunately, now... based on Brother Yan's personality, I'm afraid he has no intention of caring about other things, let alone the right time to talk about these things.

Seeing that she seemed to be hiding something, after a moment of silence he put the jade pendant back into her hand.

"Since my mother gave it to you, it is yours."

"Have a good rest. Tell General Li if you need anything." After giving the instructions, he turned and left.

She protected the jade pendant in her hand and stared at the falling curtain. Five years have passed, and Brother Yan has grown up, but in her heart he is still the gentle and considerate Brother Yan.

……

Qing Yu woke up from his dream and felt the coldness on his pillow.

Yan Qing didn't come back all night? Did something happen?

Last night the guard only said that he would be back later, but he didn't come back all night. This has never happened before.

Just as she had packed up and was about to go outside to wait for him, she heard the neighing of a horse.

She hurried over to greet him, "Yan Qing!"

"Yu'er." He quickly jumped off his horse and caught her in his arms.

"I'm sorry Yu'er, I was delayed by some urgent matters yesterday. I came back as soon as I finished dealing with them." He hurriedly explained, afraid that she would worry.

A bitter smell of ointment wafted from his chest.

She was stunned. Was Yan Qing injured?

But the smell of the ointment seemed to be stained from the outside of his clothes.

"Yu'er?" Seeing that she didn't speak, he felt a little uneasy.

Is she angry? Should I tell her about Wan Qiao now?

"Where did Yan Qing go last night?" She raised her head from his arms and blinked her crystal clear eyes.

His heart suddenly tightened. He knew he shouldn't hide it from her, but he didn't know how to tell her.

"I went to the military camp."

"Military camp?" She was puzzled. Wen Shu had just returned yesterday and had not heard of anything important.

"What happened?"

He thought for a moment and shook his head in denial, "No, it has been properly handled."

"Really? That's good." She raised her lips and smiled, then noticed the fatigue in his eyes.

She concealed her emotions and said as usual, "Is Yan Qing exhausted?"

A warm smile appeared on his stern face, "I'm not tired. Yu'er, have you had breakfast?"

"Not yet."

"Then let's eat together."

"Okay." She agreed readily, "Would you like to take a rest after eating, Yanqing?"

"Well... Yu'er, can you accompany me?" He locked his arms around her waist, buried his head in the crook of her neck, and pleaded.

"Okay." Her voice was cheerful and there was no trace of abnormality, but the moment she hugged him, anger instantly appeared.

All the questions in his mind were: who did he meet at the military camp? What did he do?

After dinner, they lay on the bed, he kissed her cheek and held her in his arms.

She paid special attention to his underwear, which did not smell of medicine, only of his outer clothes.

Was it someone else who was hurt? Someone he cared about enough to personally administer medicine to? Who was it? Or was it someone who was in physical contact with him?

I don’t know if it was because he felt guilty or if Yuer had guessed something, but the atmosphere in the air made him feel uneasy.

"Yuer...are you angry?" He subconsciously hugged her waist tightly while speaking.

Her eyes moved slightly, meeting his worried gaze, "Why are you angry?"

"Because..." He stroked her waist with his big hand, "I didn't come back last night."

"Will Yan Qing still be like this?"

"will not."

She curved her eyebrows and smiled, "Okay, I believe Yan Qing, I believe Yan Qing will not lie to me."

believe…

Yes, he said that he wanted Yuer to trust him more, but now he didn't even have the courage to tell the truth.

Although it happened in the past, it is an indisputable fact.

Zhao Wanqiao was the wife his family had arranged for him to marry a long time ago. He didn't know how to tell her. He was afraid that she would be angry, and even more afraid that she would be sad.

Her smiling eyes did not leave his face for a long time. She was giving him a chance, a chance to explain. What happened last night?

"Thank you Yuer for your trust. I will definitely do what I promised Yuer." He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.

Yuer, I will tell you when I have dealt with it.

A feeling of bitterness and loss spread in her heart, but she kept convincing herself that since she had promised to trust Yan Qing, she should try her best to do it.

Everything happens for a reason, Yan Qing must have his own reasons.

But after a few days, there were signs that he was hiding something from her. He often went out and came back very late, and there was always a light, bitter smell of medicine on his body.

As for where they were going, she didn't know, probably a military camp.

She wanted to follow him quietly, but she held back. She was expecting Yan Qing to tell her.

Unfortunately, she still realized that trust is always exchanged for lies.

Hearing the sound of a carriage, she ran out with joy to greet him, but before she got close, she saw him helping a woman out of the carriage.

The woman was wearing a white skirt that blended with green. Her figure was as slender and thin as a willow branch, and her skin was as delicate as porcelain, as if it would break at the slightest touch. However, the purity in her eyes was as clear as dewdrops.

When Xiao Yanqing raised his eyes, he noticed that she had quietly walked up to them. His eyes fell on their crossed hands, and the chill she emanated made him feel uneasy.