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

Jiang Mo didn't want to cause trouble, but this was his last warning, "Come here before I talk to you properly now!"

His eyes were wide open, filled with red blood, and the slightly bulging veins on his forehead seemed to remind her that his suppressed anger was about to come to an end.

"I don't know why you want to see Miss Qingwu, but please be careful about the attitude when you speak!" Xiang Heng kindly reminded again.

"Qingwu?!" Jiang Mo found the name ridiculous.

Now she has someone to back her up, right? How dare she disobey him?

"Haha, ask her, who am I?"

Xiang Heng looked at her and asked softly, "Miss Qingwu, do you know him?"

She kept her head down, her timidity and fear visible to the naked eye.

He had known her for more than a month, and had never seen Qing Wu in such an expression. Even if they knew each other, it was not a good acquaintance.

"If Miss Qingwu doesn't intend to 'reminisce' with you, please leave tactfully!" Xiang Heng was no longer polite.

"you…"

Jiang Mo wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Hua Niang who came rushing over.

"Mr. Jiang, please don't embarrass us."

Seeing that more and more people were gathering around, Jiang Mo stopped chasing after him.

He looked at her hiding behind him and gritted his teeth, "Just wait!"

After saying this, Jiang Mo turned and left.

Xiang Heng looked at her behind him and seemed to be frightened.

"Don't be afraid, Miss Qingwu, everything is fine now." Xiang Heng subconsciously held her clenched hand.

Her heart suddenly jumped, she came to her senses and quickly struggled to break free.

"I'm sorry Mr. Xiang, I will ask Lady Hua to reschedule your time."

After she finished speaking, she turned and fled, hearing his worried shouts from behind.

……

Inside the Xiao Mansion, Xiao Yanqing, who received the news, felt his heart suddenly tighten and his heart beat wildly. He didn't even have time to think too much, and he rode his horse at full speed, secretly invading the Huanxiang Pavilion.

Only one thought occupied his mind.

Something happened to her!

He panted slightly and saw Hua Niang waiting outside the house, "How is she?"

When Hua Niang saw His Highness arriving so quickly, she leaned over hurriedly with an apologetic look on her face. It was her fault that she had failed to do her job well and had allowed Jiang Mo to find Qing Yu's location.

"Your Highness..."

"Hurry up and tell me!" He no longer had much patience.

"Yes, Miss Qingyu must have been frightened and has been hiding in her room and not coming out..."

When he heard this, he was about to go in, but Hua Niang quickly reminded him.

"Your Highness! Please be careful!"

Be careful? Why? This question flashed through his mind, but he didn't ask it and pushed the door open and went in.

There was not a single candle lit in the dim house. The moonlight from the window shone into the room, and a figure curled up in a corner was spotted at a glance.

Her hazy expression was very different from before, as if she had been deprived of her rationality by some emotion.

He immediately understood what Hua Niang's reminder just now meant.

She was seen holding the dagger tightly with both hands, as if blocking anyone who approached her and wanted to hurt her.

But for some reason, she looked so fragile and distressing in his eyes, as if her heart, which had been peaceful, had been completely ruptured, and he could no longer calm down.

He slowly approached her and leaned down beside her, "What's wrong?"

His voice was softer than ever at this moment, as if he was afraid of scaring her again.

Her eyes seemed to be covered by a layer of red cloth, permeated with blood and death.

"I want...I want to kill him. I hate to endure it..." Her disordered breathing ran through the words in her voice.

She was going to kill him! She was going to kill him! He was like a member of her family!

No! It was the most vicious! The most despicable family! No! She was going to kill him!

Her brain and heart were occupied by these languages.

"How hateful! Why can such people live in this world without restraint!"

She wants him to die!

Suddenly, a big warm hand covered her hands that were holding the dagger.

This touch seemed to pull back her sanity that had been devoured, along with her brain that had been taken away by hatred.

"We will succeed."

"Be obedient and give it to me, okay?" He did not force her, but soothed her word by word, letting her hear his voice.

Finally, noticing that her hand was gradually loosening, he quickly took the dagger from her hand, as if he was worried about hurting her. Only then did the stone in his heart fall.

He put down the dagger and noticed her gaze on him. Those eyes seemed like they would break if touched. He felt reluctant and heartbroken.

He reached out and held her in his arms, "Don't worry, I'm here."

Just a few words and a warm embrace.

How wonderful! She once thought that her world was filled with only pain and coldness, but she never imagined that one day she would feel this burning warmth, and the only person who could give her this warmth was him.

She obediently let him hold her in his arms and closed her eyes until her tense nerves relaxed and she fell asleep.

During this time, he stroked her back again and again to comfort her. He didn't understand why he did this, but his worry about her was almost depriving him of his sanity.

He tucked her in.

She was vaguely aware of the loosened embrace and murmured, "Are you leaving?"

The hand covering the quilt paused in the air, and after hesitation, he told her, "I won't leave."

It seems that only when she is asleep can you see her true self.

She didn't respond and fell asleep in comfort.

Just as he promised her, he stayed by her side until the day and night changed, the sun rose slowly, and Qianyun outside the house began to remind him.

He hesitated but finally stood up.

Before leaving the house, his eyes lingered on her sleeping face, his mind filled with thoughts, and finally he closed the door and left.

At this time, there was another violent commotion in Kuiyue's house, and she smashed all the teacups in anger.

Just now the maid brought news that His Highness risked his life to come here just to comfort her and even stayed in her house for a night.

"Asshole! What kind of magic potion did this woman feed Your Highness?" Kuiyue slammed her fist on the table. Her beautiful face turned red and distorted with anger.

"Don't be angry, young lady. At least this shows that your plan was successful." The maid knelt on the ground and comforted her.

Kuiyue then turned her gaze to the maid and warned her sternly, "Remember! Swallow everything I tell you to do, see, and hear! Otherwise I will cut off your tongue."

"Yes! Yes! This slave will keep her mouth shut!"

"Get out!" Kuiyue shouted loudly.

"Yes!" The maid quickly leaned over and stepped out.

Kuiyue suppressed the anger in her heart. Fortunately, the plan had been made and Jiang Mo would definitely not give up.

Jiang Qingyu, I'll ask you to complain to His Highness again. I want to see how long you can stay by His Highness' side.

I don’t know when I fell asleep, but Qing Yu suddenly woke up from her dream, looked around, and there was no sign of him.

It was as if everything last night was a dream, a dream covered by a beautiful and warm current. She wished he could always be by her side. He embraced her and approached her again and again, and her desire to possess him deepened again and again.

She needed him, she needed him to be by her side, so that she could be safe, live with purpose, and live sanely.

He left anyway. He was right. Now was the critical time to implement the plan and no mistakes could be made.

However, a ghostly smile suddenly appeared at the corner of her lips.

Xiao Yanqing, can you really let it go?