Help! The innocent prince always tries to seduce me clumsily

Si Jingli has sent people to look for him for more than half a year. The people he sent and Ji Shu's group have dug the riverbed several feet deep, but there is still no trace of him.

Can't find it.

He just didn't accompany her to the hunt because he was sick, and after that brief meeting, he could never find her again.

They didn't even have a proper goodbye.

Whenever Si Jingli thought of how Chu Shitong died at the foot of a cliff with no trace left, while the culprit Chu Shihuan was living happily in the world with his wife and children, the hatred in his heart grew wildly and almost drove him crazy.

Why?

Why can Chu Shihuan's family be reunited and live happily?

But he couldn't even help her take revenge in the name of husband and wife!

In the eyes of the world, they were just close friends. When she died, she couldn't even find her body to be buried with him as the Crown Prince's Consort.

Countless hideous and twisted hatreds intertwined with anger were forcibly suppressed by Si Jingli before they erupted.

He suppressed his restless breathing and said in a cold voice.

"This prince will give you ten seconds to choose. If you can't choose, both of them will die."

Chu Shihuan was shocked for a second by the reason given by Si Jingli. He never expected that the ruthless Chu Shitong and the arrogant and rude Si Jingli were actually a couple! Si Jingli was the one above!

But the current situation did not allow him to think too much.

He had to make a choice, otherwise Si Jingli would really let the secret guards kill Linglan and the child.

Linglan's slightly curly long hair had become dry and rough due to not being taken care of for a few days, and her thin face was full of tear marks. She had long known that the fight for the throne in Beiqing was dangerous, but she didn't expect it to turn out like this.

"Your Highness..." The suppressed sobbing was accompanied by collapse and despair, "Choose Tuo'er..."

As a mother, she couldn't accept her child dying in front of her.

However, for Chu Shihuan, he simply could not make a choice.

"No...I cannot give up on you..."

"Your Highness!" Linglan cried bitterly, "Are you going to kill our child?"

"Child...Tuo'er..." Chu Shihuan was almost driven crazy by this choice, his pale lips were trembling madly: "Tuo'er can't die either, you can't die, and he can't die either..."

One is the princess who shared his joys and sorrows and gave birth to his children.

One was his newborn child.

No matter which one he chooses, he can't bear to give up the other one.

Si Jingli seemed to particularly enjoy watching their painful struggles, as if Chu Shihuan's pain and Linglan's pain could give him a moment's respite from the hatred in his heart.

Lily of the Valley burst into tears.

Chu Shihuan, a nine-foot-tall tough man, was forced into a cold sweat and bloodshot eyes by this two-choice question.

"Your Highness! I will die!" He screamed with all his might, "I choose to die! Let Linglan and Takuer go!"

"What a passionate man."

Si Jingli leaned back in his chair, slowly supporting his forehead with the back of his hand, "This prince has agreed."

Linglan collapsed and screamed, "No! Your Highness! Kill me, don't hurt the prince..."

"Don't worry, this multiple-choice question hasn't been finished yet."

Si Jingli gave the servant a look, and not long after, Chu Shihuan's mother, Concubine Xiang, was brought over by secret guards.

Almost at the moment he saw Concubine Xiang, Chu Shihuan's defenses were finally broken.

The three most important people in his life.

Wife, mother, children.

They are all in Si Jingli's hands.

Xiangpin was tied up with ropes and her mouth was stuffed with cotton cloth. When she saw Chu Shihuan, tears immediately fell down her eyes and she seemed to be saying something in her mouth.

There was a hint of fear in Chu Shihuan's eyes when he looked at Si Jingli.

"What do you want from me?"

Although the capital was surrounded by the army of the Marquis of Zhenguo, the imperial palace was still heavily guarded. The moment Chu Shixuan realized that he could not stop them from entering the capital, he chose to transfer all the imperial guards directly to the palace.

Si Jingli was actually able to capture Concubine Xiang and bring her out despite heavy military guards.

"Make a choice." Si Jingli pointed at Concubine Xiang and said, "Just now you chose to die among the three of you. Now it's your turn, Princess. Do you choose your child or your husband's mother?"

Linglan was stunned and stood there, and all the blood in her body was frozen at this moment.

Chu Shihuan went crazy: "Si Jingli! Are you done yet? Isn't it enough for me to pay for Chu Shitong's life alone? Why do you have to bring my mother with you!"

Si Jingli ignored him, as if at this moment, Chu Shihuan had already become a dead man.

"Princess, I don't have much time. If you can't make a choice, I will kill them both."

The color had drained out of Lily of the Valley's face. She was unable to make a choice and kept shaking her head frantically, with tears falling.

"I can't do it... I really can't do it... Your Highness, please let them go, okay? I promise you everything, I can do anything for you, please don't hurt them..."

In despair, Chu Shihuan gradually understood Si Jingli's thoughts.

Si Jingli deliberately made them live a life worse than death in order to achieve true revenge.

"Lily of the Valley..." His voice was dry, and he managed to squeeze out a trace of tenderness in the pain: "Are you willing to die with me..."

He knew that Linglan would definitely agree.

After all, Linglan and he truly love each other.

He would rather die with Lily of the Valley than with his mother and child. As long as his mother and child are alive, he will be content.

Linglan seemed to understand what Chu Shihuan meant, and a broken smile appeared on her tear-stained face.

"I am willing."

The choice has been made.

Si Jingli stretched out his voice and said with emotion: "Prince Duan and Princess Consort are truly a loving couple, sharing life and death together..."

In his absent-minded eyes, a flash of the disappearing figure passed by.

Chu Shihuan raised his head and looked at him with a fearless look on his face.

"Si Jingli, Linglan and I have made our choice. I hope you can keep your promise and let my mother and child go."

"You are right. You have fulfilled the conditions given by this prince, and I should also fulfill my promise..."

When Chu Shihuan and Linglan finally breathed a sigh of relief, Si Jingli suddenly changed the subject and a crazy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"But why should I keep my promise? How dare you, a defeated general, make demands of me?"

Chu Shihuan and Linglan were both stunned.

Si Jingli's shoulders were shaking from laughing. Compared with his usual beautiful smile, it was so twisted and terrifying, like a dark and damp evil ghost.

"You didn't think any of you would survive?"

All of Chu Shihuan's blood rushed to his head in an instant, and he burst into a red fever.

"Si Jingli!!!"

Si Jingli smiled and waved to the secret guards. The secret guards who were holding the child suddenly exerted force in their hands. The head of a newborn baby was fragile, and under the sudden force of his palms, the head exploded and smashed into the wall.

The dungeon suddenly fell into a vacuum-like silence.

Chu Shihuan, Linglan and Xiangpin all struggled like crazy.

"Si Jingli! I will kill you——"

Chu Shihuan broke free from several secret guards and rushed towards Si Jingli, but the iron chain on his wrist was specially made and too thick and hard, so he was trapped by the chain in the middle. However, he did not give up and struggled so hard that the wall connected to the chain began to shake.

Lily of the Valley cried heartbreakingly, as if two and a half of her three souls were gone.

Si Jingli sat there, laughing unscrupulously, laughing at their arrogance, their painful struggles, and their powerlessness.

The laughter was extremely ironic, yet full of sadness and desolation.

The pain they were enduring now was something he had endured millions of times when he couldn't find Chu Shitong day after day.

The satisfaction brought by revenge is only one-sided, and the desolate autumn in the heart will last forever.

He knew that no matter how he took revenge, his wife would never come back.

……

Qinglian.

everything's ready.

The miles-long red dress was laid out a day in advance, and the carriages were lined up neatly from the beginning to the end of the street. The cold wind mixed with the fragrance of flowers made people feel slightly dizzy.

The buildings all over the city were tied with red ribbons, and the crowds were bustling about, all of them discussing the East Palace’s wedding tomorrow.

Lan Qi leaned against the Wuwang chair in the corridor, holding a book in his hand.

"Xiao Qi, what are you looking at?"

Song Huaijin approached quietly and ordered the servants to bring the cakes.

"Try this ripe pear cake and see if you like it."

When he was in Beijing Youth Daily, he remembered that Chu Shitong loved to eat cooked pear cake. Although he asked Chu Shitong several times and Chu Shitong did not admit it, he still made note of this little hobby.

Lan Qi picked up a piece of white and soft ripe pear cake dotted with osmanthus jam and took a bite, without much change in his expression.

"how?"

Song Huaijin carefully observed Lan Qi's every expression, trying to find out some of her preferences.

Lan Qi said: "It's delicious."

Song Huaijin felt a little disappointed. Even though Lan Qi said so, he could see that Lan Qi was not satisfied with this plate of cooked pear cake. Saying so was just to give him a little face.

But this is the most authentic cooked pear cake made by the Beiqing chef he found.

Why can't I catch Chu Shitong's eye?

He had been trying to find out what Lan Qi liked for more than half a year, but strangely found that Lan Qi had no preferences at all.

She has no memories and no preferences, like a blank piece of paper that cannot hold ink no matter how hard one tries to write on it.

Lan Qi's attitude towards everything is lukewarm. It's fine to have it, but it doesn't matter if you don't have it.

Song Huaijin did not give up. He took the initiative to move over, put his arm around Lan Qi's shoulders, and whispered in her ear, "What book are you reading, Xiao Qi?"

"History books."

"Why are you reading history books? They're so boring. Can I find you some storybooks that girls would like to read? A few months ago, I found a storybook called "Gun Version of Grave Robbers' Chronicles" that's very interesting."

Song Huaijin had no interest in history books at all. He had been annoyed by these lifeless historical books and the Book of Songs since he was a child. He originally wanted to find some common topics with Lan Qi under the pretext of reading, but he didn't expect that she was reading history books.

He wanted to lead the topic to his area of ​​expertise, so that he could show off in front of Lan Qi.

"What's the point of reading a storybook?" Lan Qi said without even looking up: "Read history books to learn about history."

In her subconscious mind, vernacular novels were stories of little use that could only make people feel good at most. However, history books were full of bloody histories, all of which were examples of methods that could be borrowed or directly applied.

Song Huaijin: “…”

Why does it seem like he is not doing his job properly?

I want to install it but haven't done it yet.

He silently accompanied Lan Qi as she read the Qinglian history book. After reading for a while, he began to feel sleepy. He rested his chin on Lan Qi's shoulder and fell asleep in the blink of an eye.

Lan Qi chuckled: "Huai Jin, if you are sleepy, go back and rest."

Song Huaijin was about to agree in a daze, but when he thought of his majestic image in front of Lan Qi, he immediately came to his senses. He hugged Lan Qi into his arms and whispered to her face.

"What did Xiaoqi find out from the history books? Why not share it with me?"

Lan Qi glanced at the handsome face that was so close to him. His sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, and his narrow and lazy phoenix eyes seemed to be full of affection and were particularly gentle when looking at people.

She analyzed several events that had happened in Qinglian's history very carefully, as if this process had happened millions of times.

After hearing this, Song Huaijin fell silent.

If Lan Qi hadn't lost her memory now, he would have suspected that she came to Qinglian to gather information.

Not only did he read history books very seriously, he also analyzed previous events in a logical manner and listed the important knowledge points that the Master had once talked about.

It’s over. Lan Qi seems to have really learned something.

Thinking of what Chu Shitong had done in Beiqing in the past, Song Huaijin had every reason to believe that Chu Shitong was a good student at heart, and even if he had lost his memory, he could still do things that only a good student would do.

"What do you think, Huai Jin?" Lan Qi asked after he finished speaking.

"..."

Song Huaijin didn't even finish listening. In order not to lose face in front of Lan Qi, he immediately changed the subject and said, "Xiao Qi, I suddenly remembered that there is a play you like, Lingyan Drunk, in the opera theater today. Let's go and watch it quickly, or we'll miss it."

He quickly pulled Lan Qi up, fearing that if Lan Qi asked one more question he would be unable to move forward.

Lan Qi laughed but did not expose him, allowing him to be pulled all the way to the carriage.

In every detail of life, Song Huaijin took care of her to the utmost.

Even when getting on the carriage, he helped her in first, then he got in front of her, carefully supporting her all the way until she was seated firmly.

Her seat in the carriage was covered with a soft gold-thread pillow, a white jade mat, and even the teacup was made of ivory inlaid with gold-rimmed pearls. Song Huaijin didn't even have a fixed seat, and sat casually on either side of the table.

"By the way, did Xiaoqi take his medicine this morning?"

As soon as he got in the car, Song Huaijin thought of this.

Lan Qi has been taking this medicine for more than half a year. According to the imperial physician, most of the effects have been eliminated. However, this kind of toxin does not allow one to recall past memories just by eliminating the poison. It seems that an opportunity is needed, such as the last collision, or a great mental stimulation from the outside world.

Song Huaijin couldn't bear to stimulate her, let alone let her get hurt. She kept taking medicine, but there was no effect. He just waited for a miracle to happen one day, or not.

If it happens, he will explain everything to Chu Shitong.

If he hadn't appeared, he would have protected Lan Qi for the rest of his life.

"Drank it."

Lan Qi was already numb to the idea of ​​taking medicine, so she lifted the curtain and looked outside.

“The streets are so busy.”

Song Huaijin smiled and said, "Tomorrow we will get married, so it should be a lively occasion."

He never thought that he could actually marry the woman he loved.

"Xiaoqi."

Song Huaijin held Lan Qi's hand, his tone suddenly became serious, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

"I have something to ask you."

"go ahead."

"Are you willing to marry me because you have feelings for me too, or because I want to marry you?"