After rebirth, I rejected the Regent, but he pursued me instead

"The Queen is right. It was I who was disrespectful."

Wu Zhengda bit his lip, feeling unbearable pain in his heart.

He has known Wei Qingyue for more than thirty years.

They were childhood sweethearts, but Wei Qingyue was so obsessed with Song Chengzhong that she would rather abandon her family and follow him.

Later, the Wei family declined and the Wu family rose, but when they looked for her again, she had become someone else's wife, and even the queen now. From then on, the distance between the two was once again filled with obstacles.

For this, he would rather go against his family, hide his identity, compromise, abandon his noble status, enter the palace to serve as the commander of the imperial guards, just to beg her for a favor.

Even if he just has to wait from afar or only see her once, he should be satisfied.

"Don't worry, I will do my best to cover up what happened back then."

"That's the best."

Wei Qingyue looked at the garden that was once decorated so beautifully by Song Chengzhong, but now became so withered due to the severe winter, and she couldn't help but fall into memories of the past.

That day, under the secret arrangement between her and Wu Zhengda, Zhou Jingcheng took Jiang Xuening away smoothly, but she didn't expect that this woman was unwilling to leave.

For a moment, she became angry and took advantage of Jiang Xuening's heart attack to snatch away her "lifeline" which she always kept with her.

"Queen, give me back the medicine..."

Jiang Xuening clenched his chest, looking at the medicine bag that was taken away by Wei Qingyue, with a bitter look on his face.

Wei Qingyue just looked down at Jiang Xuening, who was crawling on the ground in agony, with a sly smile on her face.

"Jiang Xuening, you forced me to do this!"

After saying that, Wei Qingyue stepped on Jiang Xuening's so-called lifeblood and then crushed it.

Not long after, Jiang Xuening died of a heart attack, but Wei Qingyue did not intend to stop.

The hateful gaze fell on Song Qiyan who was unconscious on the side.

But just as she was about to stretch her claws to Song Qiyan's neck, she was stopped by Wu Zhengda who arrived.

"Xi'er, the emperor's team is coming soon, let's go quickly."

She had no choice but to give up, but she didn't expect that her temporary withdrawal would leave behind the greatest harm.

She knew that Song Chengzhong didn't like Song Qiyan on the surface, but in fact he cared for him very much.

Even though they were not his biological children, he loved Song Qiyan so much that he tried every means to keep him and even planned to leave the position of crown prince to him.

"Xianzhou, do you think this position of crown prince is suitable?"

"Does the Emperor mean to remove the Crown Prince?"

"You also know that Shi An has mediocre talent and is not capable of doing great things. If the position is left to him in the future, I am afraid he will not be able to handle it. Although the eldest son has always been the successor since ancient times, how can the world be handed over to a mediocre person so easily? If I am gone, I think you can do whatever you want. If it is necessary to change the position, it will also be beneficial to him."

"Yes."

One day, she happened to overhear the conversation between the emperor and Ye Xianzhou, and she realized that Song Chengzhong did not want Song Shian to inherit his position.

It was Song Chengzhong's actions that completely crushed the last thought of him in her heart and made her want to kill him - she secretly added poison to Song Chengzhong's medicine, which accelerated Song Chengzhong's illness. In the end, she died before he could make a will.

I guess this is the only way she can protect her only child.

Looking at the deserted imperial garden, she just smiled bitterly.

Come to think of it, this land was once covered with flowers, but not a single one bloomed for her. Now that they have withered, she should plant flowers, even if they are stained with blood, for herself next spring.

-

Inside Prince Jing’s Mansion.

After Song Qiyan finished his bath, he got into Jiang Wanyu's bed.

Jiang Wanyu finally reacted after hearing the noise and moved in to make room for him. "What? You're not handling official business today?"

"Not today. I haven't been with you for a long time. I want to spend more time with you."

Song Qi Yan naturally put his hand on Jiang Wanyu's waist, just hugged her, pursed his lips, looked at her familiar appearance, and carefully smelled her mellow fragrance after bath.

"It's like a farewell of life and death."

Jiang Wanyu turned over and met those inexplicably eager eyes. "You cling to me so much, what if you go away again in the future? You are such a busy person, I can't stay by your side every day."

"That……"

There was a hint of hesitation in Song Qiyan's eyes. Jiang Wanyu was right. There were still many variables. What if something happened and they couldn't see each other in the future?

As he thought about it, the light in his eyes gradually disappeared and became much dimmer.

"I was just kidding you, but you took it seriously. I think you are not as smart as before."

Jiang Wanyu tapped Song Qiyan's head, followed his warm embrace, hooked her arm around his neck, and said seriously, "At most, I'll go wherever you go in the future. As long as you're willing, I'll follow you to the ends of the earth."

"I……"

He lowered his eyes and looked at her. He felt a warmth flowing in his heart. He wrapped his hands around her waist, hugged her tightly, and kissed her forehead. "I can't bear it. I can't bear you to suffer with me."

"What's there to be reluctant about? I've suffered a lot, so I don't care about these."

Hearing this, Song Qiyan chuckled, did not reply to Jiang Wanyu, but just kept staring at her.

From the strands of fragrant hair to the faint snowflakes visible through the open chest, I felt my face burning and wanted to turn over.

But Jiang Wanyu thought he thought she was joking, so she clung to him, insisting on talking to him clearly. However, in the process, she managed to press him firmly under her.

A wave of awkwardness spread in the air. Jiang Wanyu tried to stand up, but Song Qiyan pulled her into his arms again. "It's so late, why don't we do something?"

"What?"

Jiang Wanyu turned her head and noticed that the man's ears were blushing and his face was already flushed.

She didn't know if she was overthinking it, but she always felt that he was acting like a spoiled child to her, and even buried his head in her shoulder and asked her if he could kiss her.

"Wanwan, you smell so good today, can I kiss you?"

"Then just for a moment..."

Jiang Wanyu turned around, not daring to look at his eyes that were covered in red. She lowered her eyes and said shyly, "Be gentle."

"Ah."

Hearing this, the man let down his guard and put his arm around her waist to kiss her.

She just felt that the smooth lips were touching every nerve of hers and rolling over her red lips.

At first it was just a simple touch, then he began to bite her lips wantonly, began to linger and entangle, and finally tossed in the heat wave, making her feel hot and unbearable.

"I still want to kiss you."

The man's affection did not fade at all, but was aroused to a certain degree and began to stare at her body. She did not refute for a moment, but just blushed, nodded and said, "Okay."

Then he began to kiss her shoulders, and then her neck, as if he wanted to leave his mark on every part of her body.

I just felt itchy and somewhat comfortable, so I didn't resist and just let him do it. But it became out of control.

He began to kiss her soft spots without asking her opinion.

Soon, under his teasing, she felt as if her body was in a heat wave, hot and dry, and there was an indescribable surging feeling, so she did not take any action to stop him.

"Comfortable?"

"Didn't you say it was just one kiss?"

Jiang Wanyu didn't look at him, but blushed, as if complaining, "You don't keep your word."

"I didn't stop when I saw you didn't resist."

Song Qiyan just smiled and teased her face, which was red as if she had put on rouge, "Do you want to stop?"

"You really are good at playing hard to get. Now that it has come to this, can you still stop?"

"Madam, that's a compliment."

Song Qiyan chuckled, then leaned over and began to kiss her, "Since Wanwan said so, I will naturally serve you well."

"........."

Jiang Wanyu ignored him and just let him do what he wanted.

"I'll take it slow."

"Ah."

Jiang Wanyu pinched the flesh on the back of Song Qiyan's shoulder, and felt that this long-lost feeling was still tormenting her, making her gasp for breath and bury her head in his chest.

The two of them gradually became nervous, and she couldn't help biting his shoulder and cursing, "Song Qiyan, I will never trust you again!"