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

The storm in Yongqing City is causing ripples again. The famous courtesan of Huanxiang Pavilion will return to the stage and bring the latest dance music to everyone.

Jiang Zhuo, who sent people to investigate in secret, naturally got the news.

Tonight, the seemingly simple party is actually a shady scheme. It is unknown whether anyone will be involved and who will be involved.

Qing Yu changed his clothes and waited behind the stage, but he hadn't seen Hua Niang since the beginning.

"Where is Hua Niang?" Qing Yu asked the maid who was arranging her hair.

"It seems Hua Niang is receiving an important guest and can't get away." The maid explained.

She wondered, who could this important guest be?

Soon it was her turn to go on stage. The audience responded with countless cheers, looking forward to her every appearance on stage.

The music played in unison, with an uplifting and majestic air. She stepped closer from the side, following the inspiring sound. Her face hidden by her sleeves was looming, and the smile on her red lips was like an alluring curve, surrounding everyone.

Her every frown and smile is infused with power, accompanying her dance moves, every turn, every jump, blending with the music, like a flowing painting, depicting the charm she possesses and the life that belongs to her.

People were completely immersed in her dancing and were drawn into her eyes, while she also controlled every step of her dance.

She turned around, her fingers slid down her shoulder, and her eyes turned to the audience, but the moment she turned around, she noticed someone in the audience.

He was in the center of the audience, and she tried to compose herself until she faced the audience and could see the man clearly again.

Like a bolt of lightning striking her head, was it Jiang Zhuo? !

She was not mistaken, it was him, the person in Jiang Qingyu's memory!

Jiang Zhuo's focused eyes were examining her on the stage. She had a noble face, but she was actually a hypocritical person.

At this moment, she felt Jiang Qingyu's endless fear of him, and even her heart couldn't help but tremble. The panic also disturbed her peaceful breathing, like a tangled thread pulling at her nerves.

She didn't expect that Jiang Qingyu's fear of him had reached such an extent, and was passed on to her. Even though she didn't know him at all, she could feel the panic personally.

She gritted her teeth and calmed herself down. Jiang Qingyu, I will help you get back everything you have endured.

She adjusted her mood and performed the entire show calmly. She left the stage amid the cheers of the people.

Jiang Zhuo's arrival also triggered speculation among the people present. Due to his status, people did not dare to be too unscrupulous and only whispered.

She trotted back to her house and collapsed on the ground.

In order to soothe his troubled heart, the memories in his mind, the details about Jiang Zhuo, came rushing out again and again.

Countless insults, along with the pain of breathing, irritated her.

"You useless thing!"

"Just like your mother!"

"What a lowly bastard!"

"How could I give birth to a loser like you!"

"..."

After a while, the door was opened and Hua Niang stood at the door cautiously, as if she was afraid to provoke her.

"Miss Qingwu...that person has left."

She caught Hua Niang's voice in the numb pain and spoke slowly, "Go tell His Highness... ask him to come over."

After Hua Niang responded, she quickly retreated, leaving her alone in the house.

I don’t know how long she stayed alone. No one dared to come in and disturb her. The scenes in her mind were endless and they were exactly the same as everything she had experienced. It was terrible, really terrible.

In panic, she covered her head which was about to explode, and forced herself to calm down again and again.

The door was opened. Although she had her back to the person who came in, she could already feel his presence, along with his heavy and disordered breath.

She knew he was coming.

When Xiao Yanqing heard that Jiang Zhuo was coming, he didn't have time to think about it. He hurried over from the mansion. This time he was more certain that the Jiang family would trigger the cause of her illness.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself.

"If your highness has anything else to tell me, please tell him. He will find a way to take me away soon."

She didn't hear his voice, but she fell into the warmth of his arms.

"How can I let you leave without worrying about you if you're like this?"

She truly felt the warmth lingering around her, a love that she couldn't let go of.

"This time, if you don't want to go, I won't force you."

She heard his words, and what she wanted seemed to be right in front of her, within her reach, but...

For so many years, she has been alone and has to work hard to get what she wants.

She needed Xiao Yanqing and wanted to possess him, but it was not enough.

She doesn't want to be greedy for temporary warmth, she wants him to stand by her forever, unconditionally and willingly.

"Do you have a headache?" Seeing that she had been covering her head and did not respond to him.

"Your Highness, are you feeling sorry for me?" She let go of his hand and didn't look back, trying to make herself look less embarrassed.

"No." He denied that this was not the correct answer.

She reached out to push him away, "I'm fine."

But not only did he not let go, he turned her around and held her in his arms.

He had already realized that although she was rational, something was wrong with her.

"Tell me, what did you hear?"

She was stunned.

At this moment, the words in her mind faded away, and the only sound she could hear was his heartbeat, as if telling her again and again that he was by her side, protecting her.

She didn't struggle anymore, nor did she respond to his words, but he noticed that she was gradually calming down.

None of them interrupted the peace, which lasted for a long time.

"Your Highness, I'm fine."

Hearing her finally speak in his arms, he slowly let go of her hand.

"really?"

"Ah."

"Does your head still hurt?" he asked with concern.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Do you need to call a doctor?"

"No need." She shook her head, still not forgetting the reason why she called him over.

"Your Highness, what do you want..."

"Rest first and we'll talk about it tomorrow." He thought that bringing up this matter now would make her sick again.

Although he didn't know the cause of the illness, he could see that she was in pain.

He went outside to ask the maid to help her change clothes and wash.

"Your Highness, are you leaving?" She stopped him as he was about to leave.

He stopped and said, "I'm right here."

For some reason, he was worried about her being here alone.

When he came in again, she was already sitting on the quilt, but there was another bed made next to her.

"Your Highness, please sleep here." She gestured to the side.

He noticed the quilt beside him, which seemed to be spread by her maid.

He was puzzled. Did she trust him so much? After all, he was also a man.

He walked over to her, leaned down, and touched her forehead. Her temperature and breathing were normal, but her pale face worried him.

"Is it really okay?"

"Yeah, it's okay." Hearing her affirmative answer, he felt a little relieved.

"Don't do this to other men anymore."

She blinked, listened carefully to his words, examined the situation, and asked him deliberately.

"It's just like this...Is it not okay?"

"No!" His low voice became heavier.

"Then, how can we do this?"

After a moment of silence, he threw down three words, "After I marry you."

She smiled and said, "Okay."

"Go to sleep, I won't leave."

"Okay." She responded obediently.

With him around, the surroundings were very quiet, as if the only thing we could hear was each other's heartbeats and steady breathing.

A reassuring warmth surrounded her, and soon she fell asleep.

He stayed by her side, always keeping an eye on her situation, as if she always trusted him, had no worries, and had no guard at all.

He took out a medicine bottle from his arms, held it in his hand, and seemed to be thinking about something.