Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

When they left Zhi's mansion, the whole Chang'an was covered with layer upon layer of snow. Changqing glanced at Zhi's father, and then, with the help of Qiuqiu, he got into the carriage. The rings on his waist made a jingling sound.

The young father watched her leave and told Qiuqiu: "Qiuqiu, take good care of the princess."

Qiuqiu nodded firmly and got on another carriage prepared by Zhifu, so she didn't have to sit outside facing Xue and Nan'an.

She would like to sit outside in the snow, but Chang Qing would not allow it. He was afraid that her body could not bear it, so he insisted that she ride with him in the carriage. The regent's eyes were as cold as a knife, stabbing her face with blood. Her legs were shaking as she watched, and in the end she had no choice but to add another carriage.

Chang Qing poked his head out of the carriage again: "Dad, please go back soon. I will come to see you another day."

She looked at Nan Yusheng who was standing behind her father, smiled at him and lowered the car curtain.

There was no expression on Ye Fuheng's face, but a blazing anger was suppressed in his eyes. He gently lifted up his robe, got into the car quickly, and asked Nan'an to drive.

"Take a shortcut."

Ye Fuheng said this coldly, and Nan'an took the whip and whipped the horse on the buttocks. The sound of horse hooves echoed throughout the cold night.

Nan'an drove the carriage very steadily, and even on the bumpy road with many turns, the carriage made almost no noise.

In this narrow and dim carriage, Chang Qing leaned back somewhat drowsily, his eyelashes trembling slightly from time to time.

Ye Fuheng looked at Chang Qing, and the desire to imprison her grew wildly in his heart, so that only his figure could appear in her eyes. He could treat her by force, watch her cold eyes filled with love, pull her down from the altar, and even if she cried and begged for mercy, she would only be treated more brutally.

Ye Fuheng half closed his eyes, thinking about the scenes of today. As he was thinking about it, he suddenly stopped at the smile she gave Nan Yusheng before she left. He also thought of the rings hanging around her slender waist. Although they were not a pair with Nan Yusheng, they were both from Honglan Yan Pavilion.

No wonder she only wore things from Honglan Yange, and she didn't even look at the treasures offered as tribute.

Ye Fuheng laughed at himself. The heavy fragrance made his head a little dizzy. His eyebrows and eyes gradually became cruel, and his heart was surging with an unprecedented strong murderous intent.

"Jinhua, you deserve to die."

Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand and pinched Chang Qing's neck, his slender white fingers tightly clenched. There was no expression on Ye Fuheng's face, he just looked at Chang Qing quietly, already thinking of the pleasure of her dying in his hands.

Why can't she learn her lesson?

Chang Qing slowly opened his eyes and looked at the lunatic who was having another seizure. He didn't say a word and just stared at him.

However, the more he refused to give in, the more violent Ye Fuheng became. He almost wanted to kill the person in front of him at all costs. Suddenly, the carriage jolted.

"Master, the wheel was stuck by a stone." Nan'an's voice full of apology and self-blame came: "I will go back and accept the punishment."

Ye Fuheng paused, his eyes fell on his hands that were pinching Chang Qing's neck, and then met her eyes that were neither sad nor happy, which made his heart tremble, as if she would not belong to him even if she died.

The bone-chilling cold of winter came over him, extinguishing all the anger and hostility in his heart, but in the end he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

Unexpectedly, Chang Qing stretched out his hand and covered it with his, causing him to tighten his grip on his neck.

Ye Fuheng was stunned. He didn't expect Chang Qing to do this.

"This, this way, just like when you whipped me, use more force. Aren't you familiar with this kind of thing?"

Changqing's snow-white face suddenly smiled, as if the setting sun was melting the first snow, and her shimmering eyes were a little watery, with a sense of lonely and broken.

She said softly: "Ye Fuheng, I shouldn't have believed you."

Ye Fuheng seemed to be burned by something and suddenly pushed Chang Qing away. The dim candlelight flickered in the car, and Chang Qing leaned against him like this, with a fair complexion and a graceful demeanor.

Ye Fuheng didn't know how to describe that feeling.

It was as if her soul was pulled out of her body, crushed, and then stuffed back into her body. It was so broken, as if she was being treated like this by herself.

"Jinhuan." Ye Fuheng looked at her, with a lot of thoughts in his mind that he couldn't express fluently. He really wanted to ask her what she meant by "you shouldn't trust him".

Chang Qing looked indifferent, with a coldness that kept people at a distance. He didn't even apologize at the end, but only said, "I lost my mind."

"Honglan Rouge is the number one jewelry store in Chang'an. Its jewelry is highly sought after by all the beautiful ladies and talented men in Chang'an. So many people have things from Honglan Rouge. Shouldn't you cut me into pieces?"

Chang Qing tilted his head slightly to look at him and took off the ring from his waist. The original owner of the ring was indeed not a match for Nanyu.

The token of their love was the mandarin duck jade buckle passed down from the Nan family's ancestors. However, when Zhi Jinhuan broke off the engagement, she returned it to Nan Yusheng, feeling that she was not worthy of such a good thing, and asked him to give it to the woman who would spend his life with him in the future.

Guilt appeared on Ye Fuheng's cold face for the first time. He suddenly noticed Chang Qing approaching him. The distance was so close that her warm breath sprayed on his face.

"If you can't strangle him to death, there are thousands of other ways to die."

As Chang Qing spoke, he pulled out a dagger from the carriage. Ye Fuheng took a look and saw that it was a weapon he always carried with him for self-defense. He kept it in the carriage except when he went to court where he was not allowed to carry weapons.

He was so busy at the end of the year that he actually forgot about this matter.

Chang Qing gently stroked the blade with her fingertips and was cut. Blood rolled down her fingers, which were as clean as moonlight, like coral beads and fell on her dress, like the first gorgeous red plum blossom that suddenly bloomed in the wilderness. As the blood darkened on the clothes, it gradually rotted.

"Jinhua, give me the knife."

Ye Fuheng said in a hoarse voice: "Be obedient," "This knife is very sharp and will hurt you."

"Very sharp." Chang Qing seemed not to notice the blood on his hands, his face was as pale as a ghost: "Isn't this just right? It suits your wishes, and it won't hurt me too much."

As she spoke, she thrust the dagger fiercely into Ye Fuheng's chest.

Ye Fuheng was caught off guard and had no time to dodge at such a distance. The pain instantly swept through his mind.

He frowned, didn't make any sound, only his breathing became irregular, and he looked straight at Chang Qing.

He didn't understand and was puzzled.

What was she going to do? He had taught her martial arts, and she knew where a person's weak points were. At this distance, it was impossible for him to be so far off. It could be sensed from the way she attacked that she didn't want to kill him.

Chang Qing's cold and aloof face became paler. He looked at Ye Fuheng's dark and unclear eyes and smiled. He gently placed his head on his shoulder and closed his eyes.

"That's right, that's right."

She muttered to herself, and Ye Fuheng didn't understand what she meant. He just felt that her face was too pale, and even the anger, shock and confusion in his heart were suppressed.

When I reached out my hand, her forehead was already burning hot.