Help! The innocent prince always tries to seduce me clumsily

"Chu Shitong, I miss you so much."

A handsome man in red was standing not far away. Lan Qi wanted to see his face clearly, but no matter how long she walked, there was always a long distance between her and the man.

It seemed as if he was right in front of me, and yet it seemed as if he was a million miles away from me.

"elder sister."

The handsome man's voice was cool and moving, with a hint of coquettish dependence.

"I miss you so much."

Lan Qi looked at him in confusion.

"who are you?"

The handsome man walked towards her.

She also walked quickly towards him.

But no matter how they walked, they could not reach each other.

The figure of the handsome man in red was gradually obscured by the fog. Lan Qi became more and more anxious and ran desperately in the direction where he was. However, no matter how fast he ran, he could only watch him disappear in the fog, and no matter how he shouted, he could not stop him.

suddenly.

Someone grabbed her hand from behind.

She looked back and saw another face she couldn't see clearly.

The man who was pulling him was tall, with a gentle temperament, and his tone and movements were as gentle.

"Yonghuan, I found you."

Lan Qi was shocked.

"and who are you?"

In an instant, the dream changed constantly, countless figures emerged from behind her, and countless hands grabbed him like demons from hell.

"Xiaoqi."

"Your Majesty."

"Owner."

"Your Highness Prince Qi."

Countless voices echoed in his ears at the same time. Lan Qi wanted to see their faces clearly, but he couldn't see them clearly.

"Who! Who are you all?!"

She screamed as if she was collapsing in the dark shadows.

"Who are you all?"

In the fog, countless hands were strangling her throat.

……

Lan Qi suddenly woke up from his sleep.

"Xiao Qi." Song Huaijin sat beside her bed and looked at her with worry on his face, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Lan Qi was covered in cold sweat and gasping for breath. The countless hands in her dream seemed to be still strangling her throat.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Song Huaijin hugged her, comforted her softly, and patted her back slowly with his hand.

"I'm here, no one dares to touch you."

Lan Qi gradually calmed down under Song Huaijin's comfort, but his confused expression was still full of pain.

"Huai Jin, I always dream of a lot of people... I can't see their faces clearly, but they all want to kill me..."

Song Huaijin's eyes darkened, and he roughly guessed that these nightmares were related to Beiqing's fight for the throne.

He heard from the secret reports about Chu Shitong being assassinated in the mountains. He also heard that when the mountain where Chu Shitong disappeared was found, it was littered with corpses. He simply could not imagine how tragic the assassination Chu Shitong had experienced was.

Perhaps it's because she has always lived in such a dangerous environment, so she still feels insecure even when she has no memories.

Song Huaijin was heartbroken, but there was no way to solve this problem. To Lan Qi, everything Chu Shitong once knew was another person's life.

He tried to help Lan Qi recover Chu Shitong's memory, but Lan Qi seemed to be very resistant to this memory and didn't believe it at all. The result of guiding her several times was that she repeatedly forgot the words of guidance in pain, and woke up the next day with a blank mind again.

Song Huaijin tried several times, but because of Lan Qi's condition, he didn't dare to mention Chu Shitong's memory again, so he had to let her become a new person to contact this world.

Hearing Lan Qi say this, he had no choice but to suppress his impulsive thoughts and gently comforted him: "It's all a dream, it's not real. I'm here, and I won't let anyone hurt you."

His comfort seemed to have some effect.

Lan Qi calmed down, closed her eyes and leaned obediently in his arms.

"Thank you, Huaijin."

"Between you and me, there's no need to thank each other."

Song Huaijin finally felt relieved. In order to make Lan Qi happy, he took the initiative to say, "By the way, the wedding dress is ready. Xiao Qi, would you like to try it on first?"

Lan Qi looked at Song Huaijin's cautious flattery and couldn't bear to refuse, so he said, "Then give it a try."

Song Huaijin immediately ordered someone to deliver the wedding dress. The bright red dress had majestic peony patterns outlined with gold thread, and each flower was lifelike. He made an exception and had someone use a phoenix pattern, in order to prove to the world that his Xiaoqi was his only choice in this life, and the future queen of Qinglian.

Lan Qi walked out slowly from behind the screen in her wedding dress. The makeup effect that the makeup artist spent more than half a day on was so beautiful that it made people dazed. The moment Song Huaijin's eyes fell on her, he couldn't take them away. She was so stunningly beautiful that it seemed as if even his breathing stopped at this moment.

That overly focused gaze seemed to sear her current gaze deep into her soul.

Lan Qi felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, and the tips of his ears turned slightly red. He asked, "What's wrong... doesn't it look good?"

"nice!"

Song Huaijin stepped forward and held her hand. If it weren't for the auspicious day, he would have wanted to carry her back to the bedroom right away.

"My Xiaoqi is the most beautiful. No one in the world can compare to you."

Lan Qi chuckled, and a rare hint of shyness appeared on his innocent face.

When Song Huaijin saw that she was shy, the thoughts in his mind became even more intense.

Looking at those lips painted with bright red lipstick, he slowly moved closer and wanted to kiss them.

The distance between the two people was getting closer and closer, and the atmosphere was becoming more ambiguous and hot.

The moment before the tips of their noses touched.

Chu Shitong suddenly turned his head away.

"Huai Jin, we're getting married in a few days."

A look of loss flashed across Song Huaijin's eyes, but it disappeared without a trace in a few breaths. He took Lan Qi's hand and gently kissed the back of her slender, white hand.

"It's me, Meng Lang."

They still have a future, so there is no need to rush.

Lan Qi didn't know why he resisted the kiss.

She felt strange.

Because Song Huaijin has been with her since she can remember, it can be said that he is the best person in the world to her in her memory.

But her body seemed to have many subconscious reactions, and she felt she couldn't control them, such as the unfinished kiss just now, and when she saw the red color of her wedding dress, she had a fatal sense of familiarity.

Song Huaijin stroked her hand, and his fingertips inadvertently stroked the scar on the palm. Turning it over, the scar looked like it was left by something stabbing through it. Although it had healed, there was still a shocking scar.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Chu Shitong was different from all the women he had ever met, and her scar was her biggest characteristic.

Women all like skin as perfect as porcelain, but only Chu Shitong has scars all over her body. Song Mingzhu said that when they first rescued her and put her in the carriage and applied medicine on her, they found that she had many scars on her body, including on her shoulders, chest, lower abdomen, not to mention her arms and hands.

Almost all of her skin was from arrow wounds and knife wounds. Although the scars had healed, the new skin looked out of place with the original skin, as if constantly reminding her of her dangerous situation.

These scars were also the reason why Song Huaijin believed that Chu Shitong was a man. How could a woman have so many scars on her body?

Now looking at the penetrating wound, Song Huaijin felt an indescribable discomfort in his heart.

"If only I had met you earlier." He suddenly said this.

Lan Qi came back to his senses and looked at him in confusion.

Song Huaijin gave her a gentle smile, and the youthful vigor and vitality of countless young people were replaced by the pain in his eyes.

"If I had met you earlier...you wouldn't have to suffer so much."

Qinglian has never talked about marriage alliances, and would not agree to requests for marriage between small countries. A few years ago, the Western Regions wanted to send a princess over for marriage alliance, but when the person arrived at the gate of Qinglian, Song Huaijin directly ordered his men to drive her out, and she was not even allowed to enter the city gate.

Later I heard that the princess went to Beiqing and became a princess.

Lan Qi also noticed the scar on his hand.

"Huai Jin, you don't have to say that. I don't remember what happened before. I just pretend it never happened. Apart from these scars, there seems to be no other proof."

Song Huaijin carefully kissed the scar on the palm of her hand.

"Xiao Qi, don't worry, I will protect you for the rest of your life."

Looking at his confident look, Chu Shitong felt a warm current flowing through his heart.

She didn't know what her previous identity was, but from what Song Huaijin said, she could vaguely guess that it was a very dangerous identity.

But after hearing Song Huaijin's promise, the uneasiness in his heart was gradually dispelled.

He kissed her scars and loved her without any grudges.

……

Beijing Youth Daily.

Rats crawled through the dark and damp dungeon. The cell without sunlight was like an airtight box. The air was filled with the smell of dust and the stench of rotting corpses.

The cry of a baby echoed throughout the cell, and the flickering candlelight illuminated the three figures huddled against the wall.

Lily of the Valley held the child and tried to comfort him, but it was of no use. The child continued to cry. She raised her pale and thin face, with despair in her eyes.

“Your Highness…Taku’er’s fever hasn’t subsided yet, what should we do…”

Before Chu Shihuan could speak, he heard a cold response from afar.

"Then let him die."

Hearing this voice, Chu Shihuan's anger surged up almost instantly. He rushed towards the prison door, holding the railing tightly like an angry lion.

"Si Jingli! How dare you show up?"

Si Jingli was dressed in black, walking slowly and elegantly. Apart from the gold and jade longevity lock on his chest and the lover's bracelet on his hand, there was no other unnecessary decoration on his body. Even his hair was neatly tied up with a simple hairband like Chu Shitong once did.

He seemed like a different person. His once bright and charming face was now extremely cold.

"What are you saying, Your Highness Prince Duan?" His voice was nonchalant and had a hint of laughter, but it made people feel cold to the bone for no reason. "This prince has said that I will not let your family of three die so easily."

Ever since Si Jingli led his troops into the capital in the name of Marquis Zhenguo, the first to fall into trouble was Prince Duan's Mansion.

He seemed to have come with a purpose, and the first thing he did after breaking into the capital was not to go to the palace, but to order his men to surround Prince Duan's Mansion. He fought his way into the mansion and captured Linglan and her newborn child alive. He then forced Chu Shihuan to give up resistance and sent the family of three to the dungeon.

Within two days of being imprisoned, Linglan's child developed a high fever. Chu Shihuan and Linglan repeatedly sought medicine but to no avail. The child had had a fever for several days, and their clothes were almost all covering the child, but the child's condition recurred and became serious again today.

Chu Shihuan was extremely furious, "The emperor is not dead yet! Do you and the Duke of Zhenguo want to rebel?"

"rebel?"

Si Jingli's narrow peach blossom eyes were cold and indifferent, as if he had heard a joke and showed a sarcastic look, "If this prince wanted to rebel, Beiqing would have been under my name by now."

"What do you want to do?" Chu Shihuan asked unwillingly, "I don't think I have ever provoked you, have I?"

Si Jingli said coldly: "You didn't provoke this prince, but you provoked someone who was even more wrong."

Chu Shihuan was stunned.

For a moment, he couldn't think of when he had offended the people from Prince Rong's Mansion and the Marquis of Zhenguo before the incident.

After thinking about it carefully in my mind, I still couldn't find anyone related to it.

The only person who had made him want to kill someone recently was Chu Shitong. Remembering that Chu Shitong had a close relationship with Si Jingli, he asked in disbelief.

"Are you King Qi?"

"Not stupid enough." Si Jingli looked at him with a look that almost silently cut him into pieces. "I thought that with your stupid brain, you would have to wait until you walked onto the Naihe Bridge to figure out the reason."

Chu Shihuan originally wanted to try to talk to Si Jingli, but when he heard that he did this for Chu Shitong, he knew that there was no way they could talk about this matter.

Chu Shitong's whereabouts are still unknown and the chance of his survival is almost zero.

This disaster is a deadly feud.

The sound of the child crying could be heard in his ears, and Chu Shihuan could only bite the bullet and try to persuade Si Jingli to reconcile. Now he had a wife and children, and he was not alone. For his wife and children, he had to bow his head.

"Your Highness, the matter between Prince Qi and I has nothing to do with you directly. Even if you want to avenge Prince Qi, it has nothing to do with Linglan and the child. If you want revenge, come to me alone. I mean what I say."

"Do you think you have a chance to negotiate with me?"

Si Jingli raised his hand, and several secret guards appeared from behind him, opened the prison door and held the man down.

The child was snatched away by one of the secret guards, and Linglan cried out in panic.

"Your Highness! The child is still young and ignorant. If you have any problems, come to me. Don't hurt my child!"

Chu Shihuan was so angry that veins popped out on his neck, but his hands and feet were bound by chains, and there were countless secret guards around him. There was no chance of winning if he took action at this time.

Even if he risked everything, Lily of the Valley and the child were in the other party's hands. I'm afraid that as long as he dared to make a move, the child in the cradle would be strangled to death in the next second.

"His Royal Highness!"

Chu Shihuan gritted his teeth, "What exactly do you want to do?"

The servants brought a throne chair, and Si Jingli leaned lazily on it, like the lazy villain hated by countless people in the plot, with indifferent eyes, but a murderous aura surrounding him and permeating above his head.

"Perhaps if you kneel down and beg me, I will tell you."

Chu Shihuan suppressed the shame and knelt down in front of Si Jingli for the sake of his wife and children. The moment his knees hit the ground, it seemed as if the tough dignity he had built up over the years was shattered.

He didn't know what the outcome would be, but he understood that this kneeling announced his failure in the fight for the throne and an ending from which there was no turning back.

"I...please."

The last three words seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

However, Si Jingli did not waver or show any mercy.

"Your Highness Prince Duan has both a wife and a son, which is really enviable. But I want to know, if I ask you to choose one of them, which one would Your Highness Prince Duan choose?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the secret guards who were controlling Lily of the Valley and the child each grabbed the necks of the hostages in their hands.

Chu Shihuan was instantly furious when he heard this, and roared with bloodshot eyes: "Si Jingli! Are you crazy? This is between you and me, what does it have to do with them?!"

"Why doesn't it matter?!"

Si Jingli suppressed the twisted hatred in his heart and said with gritted teeth: "You killed my wife! I am extremely kind to ask you to choose between the two! If you don't choose, I will let them both die in front of you now!"