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

Ever since Jiang Mo's attempt to frame someone failed and he was outmaneuvered instead, Qing Yu hadn't heard Xiao Yanqing mention him again. Wen Shu did tell her what happened, and it seemed like it was handled smoothly.

As for Jiang Mo, Jiang Zhuo must have found someone to take his place, so he won't take any action in the short term.

Things are changing with each passing day. During this period of time, Qingyu trained non-stop between Huanxiang Pavilion and the royal palace.

Not to mention his mastery of martial arts and swordsmanship, but his progress in music and dance has also exceeded Hua Niang's expectations. After nearly a month of training, he has reached the level of others in half a year.

But there is still a long way to go, and my mind is always isolated. It is far from enough to strive for the title of Oiran.

Hua Niang naturally would not gamble the rest of her life with this. She was repeatedly strict and even had less and less rest time. She kept practicing poetry even when eating and bathing, but it was still not satisfactory.

"Miss Qingyu, take a rest first." Hua Niang, who was training her, suddenly called a halt.

Qing Yu stopped dancing and kept gasping for breath, looking at Hua Niang with confusion.

"Please sit down first." Hua Niang gestured.

After hesitating, she sat down opposite Hua Niang.

"Miss Qingyu, I've said before that our lives are linked together. You also know that His Highness's expectations of you are different from those of ordinary people."

She naturally understood that there was something behind Hua Niang's words, "If Hua Niang has anything to say, please speak directly."

"Okay, Miss Qingyu is a smart person, so I don't need to beat around the bush."

"If you can't feel it, the audience can't feel it either. I don't know what's holding you back in your heart, whether it's fear or cowardice. If you can't open your heart to yourself, you can't win no matter how hard you try."

"The reason you can't win is not because of others, but because of yourself." Hua Niang has been learning art since she was young. She knows very well that a closed heart will never produce good works.

And this girl seems to be surviving in her own room. She thinks what she needs to do is to get herself out of the room, no matter what method she uses, otherwise what she learns will always be imitation.

Her exposed heart tightened little by little following Hua Niang's words.

It's not that she didn't open her heart, it's that she simply didn't have that kind of feeling, no joy or happiness, only change, and that was when she was in deep crisis, closest to death.

It's...death.

But Hua Niang's next words were like a sword, piercing her wrapped heart again and again. Her nerves were tense and contracted, but she could not feel the pain.

Hua Niang curled her lips slightly, "If you admit that you are useless, you can't do it, and you can't meet His Highness's requirements, we will go to His Highness to apologize right away, and there is no need to waste our time."

Hua Niang thought that if she could understand what she said, it would be a huge breakthrough. If she couldn't understand, they should just accept their fate.

Admit that you are trash...

what does that mean?

Qing Yu lowered her head tightly. The word lingered in her mind like a lingering sound. An inexplicable emotion burst out from her heart, and her fingers unconsciously clenched into fists.

A scolding female voice suddenly invaded her mind, "Waste! You are a waste! How could I give birth to a waste like you!"

She is not! She is not trash! No!

"I'm not... I'm not..." She murmured softly with her lips moving slightly.

"What?" Hua Niang seemed to hear her words.

"I'm not a waste!" She raised her voice suddenly, neither loud nor soft, but sonorous and powerful.

"Very good, Miss Qingyu, show your courage. I don't care what kind of miserable life you have led in the past. Now that you have made the decision, you should cheer up and face yourself."

Facing myself...she is already dead...how can I face it...

At this moment, Hua Niang, who was preaching, naturally did not notice her rapidly clenched fists and her fierce black pupils.

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After the training, Hua Niang had just returned to the house when she suddenly noticed a figure hidden in the darkness.

"Who?!" Hua Niang looked at the black shadow in panic.

"It's me... Hua Niang." The woman's vague face gradually became clear in the light.

"Aoizuki?!"

"What are you doing here?" Hua Niang widened her eyes in panic and subconsciously lowered her voice.

Kuiyue pursed her lips and explained, "Hua Niang, I have something to talk to you about."

"Tell me what's the matter?" Hua Niang seemed to have calmed down from the shock she had just suffered.

"Your Highness... have you given me any tasks recently?" Kuiyue looked away and asked tentatively.

"Not yet. Just do what you should do. If there is any need, His Highness will let me inform you." Hua Niang told her seriously.

Unexpectedly, a wave of bitterness spread from Kuiyue's heart, and she burst into tears, "You lied to me, didn't you?"

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" Hua Niang was startled and looked at her in confusion.

Kui Yue seemed to be unable to hold back her long-standing grievances any longer, and she sobbed, "For more than half a year, I have had no missions, and I have never seen His Highness. Does His Highness not want me anymore?"

Hua Niang patted her shoulder to comfort her. Could it be that this girl was just imagining things? "Kui Yue, don't think too much. It's a good thing that you don't have any missions. At least it means that His Highness cares about your safety."

"You lied to me! His Highness just doesn't need me anymore, otherwise how could a person named Qing Yu appear." The emotions that surged in Kuiyue's heart expressed her unbearable grievances.

She could endure not seeing His Highness, and would obey His Highness' arrangements, but the only thing she could not accept was that His Highness did not need her.

"How do you know?" Hua Niang was a little surprised.

"Hua Niang trains her day and night, how could I not know that?" Kuiyue didn't take her seriously at first, but after a long time she couldn't convince herself.

"Have you told anyone else?" Hua Niang's expression changed and she asked vigilantly.

"No matter how unwilling she is, Kuiyue will never betray Your Highness." Your Highness saved her, and she regards Your Highness as her life.

"I'm glad you know." Hua Niang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

If they were exposed, they would all be buried with him.

"Miss Hua, are you training her for the oiran selection in a month?" This was the purpose of Aoi Yue's inquiry.

Hua Niang's silence seemed to be a consent.

After getting the answer, Aoi Yue relaxed helplessly, feeling sad and unwilling.

"Why?! Why can't it be me? Why doesn't His Highness let me go?" Breaking through the pain in his heart, he asked three times in a row.

Suddenly, Kuiyue seemed to have thought of something and grabbed Hua Niang's sleeve, "Hua Niang, tell His Highness that I am absolutely sure that this Oiran must be me!"

Hua Niang sighed deeply, "Kuiyue, we don't know His Highness's thoughts or intentions. Maybe this mission is not as good as you thought, you know?"

After hearing this, Kui Yue slowly let go of Hua Niang's sleeve and blinked her eyes which were sparkling with tears, "You mean, His Highness didn't ask her to replace me?"

"Silly girl, don't I know your abilities? You are one of the best in Huanxiang Pavilion. His Highness has always valued you." Hua Niang bent down and wiped the tears from Kuiyue's cheeks.

"Really? Your Highness needs me?"

"Of course." Hua Niang told her affirmatively.

Aoi Yue, who had finally calmed down, smiled.

What they didn't know was that Qing Yu, who was holding a dagger outside the door, had already heard everything they were talking about.