Zheng Xiao Mistake: The Mistake of Rebirth Provoked the Cold Master

The soft quilt touched her body and she was pulled into his arms again. Zhu Zheng climbed onto his shoulders with her limp body and curled her fingers into fists against his chest.

The two of them kissed each other again, and waves of surging passion penetrated Zhu Zheng's bones and blood from head to toe, spreading to every part of her body.

Rong Yan's strength was sometimes gentle and sometimes fierce. Zhu Zheng's mind was distracted by his kiss. She unconsciously responded to the man's aggressive absorption and gradually became unable to breathe.

She used her lips and tongue to attack wildly, trying to drive out the invading foreign object in her mouth so as to regain a breath of air.

Rong Yan stiffened, his breathing became heavier, and the hand on his waist tightened a little more.

I don't know how much time had passed, but Zhu Zheng's tongue felt numb. She couldn't stand it anymore, so she hardened her heart and took a big bite after closing her teeth when she got the chance.

A faint smell of blood spread between their intertwined lips and tongues, and Rong Yan finally let her go.

In his arms, Zhu Zheng opened and closed her lips, which were too red from being kissed, rapidly, like a fish thrown onto the shore.

Rong Yan's indifferent eyes also showed a little distraction, and there was a glaring bloodstain on the corner of his lips, but he seemed to be unaware of it. He stroked her back and patted her lightly, put his lips against the corner of her lips, and kissed her on the face.

"I didn't know the seriousness of the matter..."

While coaxing her, Rong Yan looked up at her expression. The person in his arms had a rosy face and her dark eyes were filled with a layer of thin tears, as if containing a pool of dew.

"Are you scared?" he asked in a hoarse and light voice.

Zhu Zheng was more than just frightened; she was actually awakened by the shock.

I was completely awakened from this beautiful dream of paradise.

It took her a long time to come back to her senses. Just for a moment, she was lost in his arms and forgot her own name.

Compared with the two lives, except for the tragic death at the end, Zhu Zheng's life was not as easy as her last life. Knowing the predetermined ending, it was like a knife hanging over her head, ready to split her in half at any time.

But during the days of recuperation, she was thousands of miles away and had a grand excuse of being powerless, which gave her a rare chance to catch her breath.

This opportunity not only allowed her to catch her breath, but also allowed her to have a good time in the world, to the point that she became carried away and forgot not only her own nature but also almost completely forgot her hatred and pain.

Rong Yan ignored her silence and raised his hand to tidy up her messy hair.

Zhu Zheng turned her head away and hid, "Sir..."

The familiar yet unfamiliar name made Rong Yan pause, with his hand stopping in mid-air.

"Yeah." He lowered his hands and responded.

Zhu Zheng was silent for a long time, then continued, "...Recently, it was Zhu Zheng who didn't follow the rules, which caused many misunderstandings among the adults."

Rong Yan looked at her, the tender light in his eyes dimmed slightly, "What's the misunderstanding?"

Zhu Zheng didn’t know what he had misunderstood, but it was a misunderstanding anyway.

From childhood to adulthood, what Zhu Zheng was most familiar with were sinister intentions, sharp malice, and hypocritical flattery. There were only a handful of people who were good to her. She always cherished them, but also understood that there was always a reason for people to interact with each other.

For example, her sister is nice to her because they were born in the same family.

For example, Mingcui is nice to her because she has followed her since childhood.

For example, she was nice to Rong Yan because he saved her life.

But she couldn't figure out why Rong Yan did that.

It was as if it was just for her own good.

The truth that she had been waiting for so long might be revealed today.

Zhu Zheng has been very unfamiliar and insensitive to the matter of love since she was a child, just like looking at flowers through the fog, extremely confused.

When she was young, she had secretly read some love pamphlets. The passionate and brilliant emotions in the pamphlets made her feel ridiculous and absurd. Even relatives with real blood ties could not stand the thinness and weakness, so how could she expect a stranger to entrust her life to her and depend on her for life and death?

People's hearts are fickle, and emotions can be born and die in a flash. They have been together for so long these days that there are few women around Rong Yan, so perhaps he looks at her differently.

Sooner or later he would understand that there was nothing special about her.

There was still some warmth from him on her lips. Zhu Zheng turned her face to the side, not daring to look him in the eye. She said in a stiff voice, "My Lord, it's really not worth it to waste your energy on me."

"I said I was willing." Rong Yan's eyes stopped on her face, "Are you rejecting me by saying this?"

Zhu Zheng bit her lip. He hadn't made his words very clear, so it couldn't be considered a rejection. But now that things had come to this, there was no need to make things clear.

She was just stating a fact, Rong Yan and she were on different paths...it should be as clear-cut as in their previous life, and they should have never met.

What has happened will happen again. What has been done will be done again.

One day, she and Gong Yixiu will still have to stand on opposite sides of a life-and-death situation.

In the past, she didn't understand Rong Yan, and didn't know why he would stay with a beast in human form and try to teach him to be a talent for governing the country. Now that she knows his teacher's old promise, she knows that the path he has chosen is not an easy one.

If Gong Yixiu was destined to ascend the throne and become king, with Rong Yan still around, there might still be a glimmer of hope for restoration and a turnaround.

But that was just a maybe. She did not wait for such an ending in her previous life. In this life, just as her master said, everything was in accordance with the will of heaven and the way of the universe.

Amidst the ever-changing world, her unspeakable blood feud had already happened, and she would never be able to forget it, so she would never be able to hide under Rong Yan's wings, become his equal, and thus escape the torture.

No... no one's wings exist at all. After all, Gong Yixiu shot the arrow in front of Rong Yan in the Red Maple Forest that day, didn't he...

Zhu Zheng was silent for a while, staring at the embroidery on the quilt, "If I were to say so, I would have already had someone in my heart..."

According to Rong Yan's personality, he should not be willing to force others to do things against their will. In this way, he should be able to fully understand what she meant.

He did stop.

A piece of black hair wrapped around his knuckles slipped off, and he slowly sat up straight.

The two of them were still very close, but perhaps because he was no longer leaning forward, they suddenly seemed out of reach.

"Who is it?" he asked in a low voice.

Zhu Zheng didn't expect him to ask who it was, and for a moment she couldn't think of a suitable name.

The silence weighed like a rock between them.

Rong Yan saw her long eyelashes trembling slightly, frowning and looking embarrassed, and then asked, "Is it that Wen Boqiu?"

Wen Boqiu.

A name I haven’t heard for a long time, Wen Boqiu.

He did provide her with a perfect candidate. She had very little contact with men outside of her, and the few times she did were especially because of Wen Boqiu. Rong Yan happened to be there and had seen all her hesitation and hypocritical flattery.

It's only fitting that he has someone he loves.

Zhu Zheng raised her eyes to look at Rong Yan, then nodded slightly with hesitation.

This small movement seemed to remind his beloved of her shyness and timidity, causing Rong Yan to suppress all his facial expressions. He looked like a raging fire that was suddenly extinguished by cold water.

"Your Excellency may still remember that when I first met you at the Waterside Poetry Festival that night, it was because I recognized the wrong person..." Zhu Zheng was afraid that he would not believe her, so she added cautiously, "...the person I was originally looking for was Wen Boqiu."

The amber eyes flickered like a swaying ember. After a long while, Rong Yan suddenly asked, "Just now, were you thinking about him?"

Zhu Zheng's face felt slightly hot, knowing that he was referring to that moment of compliance. She was so obsessed that her mind was filled with only Rong Yan. She didn't even know when she was carried back to the warm room, let alone thinking about others.

Besides, this was an excuse she came up with out of wit. These days, she almost forgot who Wen Boqiu was...

It was inappropriate to drag Wen Boqiu into the matter between the two of them. Zhu Zheng wanted to quickly get over it, so she could only say vaguely, "Who I'm thinking about has nothing to do with you, sir."

Rong Yan's expression darkened. He was always emotionless, but usually as calm and peaceful as a deep lake, never as stagnant as he was now, lonely and somewhat strange.

Zhu Zheng felt inexplicably flustered when she saw him like this. She raised her hand to unbutton her clothes and said bluntly, "Of course... You saved my life and gave me a new life. I have no way to repay you. If you want..."

"Zhu Zheng..." He finally responded, holding her hand, and then letting go very quickly, "...Who do you think I am?"

If he had used his power to bully others and demand repayment, she would have been dead.

"I know that the adults are good people..." Zhu Zheng whispered to make amends.

Rong Yan closed his eyes and said, "Don't say that again."

Zhu Zheng pursed her lips. This was indeed a pale nonsense. She even suddenly realized how cold and mean she was. She knew that he was not such a person but still wanted to humiliate him.

Without her burden in the future, he will be better off. He can return to Beijing as soon as possible and sit in the throne to make plans, without her having to worry about anything.

Zhu Zheng silently sat up, fastened her clothes, moved to the corner of the bed, drooped her eyelashes and dared not look at him again, hesitating whether to say "I'm sorry" or "Thank you for your care" and complete the process of parting in a friendly manner.

Rong Yan looked at the thin figure hiding in the dark. She looked alert, with melancholy in her eyes. He stared at her silently for a long time, then spoke in a hoarse voice.

"What do you want me to do next?"

after……

Zhu Zheng suddenly remembered that when she was eating longevity noodles with him this morning, she felt ashamed of her cooking skills. This word flashed through her mind at that time, and she thought that she must study hard and do better next time.

How ridiculous, she actually fantasized about the future...

The word "fate" is fragile. Like a rainbow in the sky or a candle in the water, it only takes a gust of wind or a rain, or even nothing at all, to suddenly disappear without a trace one day.

The unexpected changes in this life allowed her to steal such a good time. Perhaps it was the luck that she got from all the blessings in her two lifetimes combined.

After all, they have different paths, they just happen to be traveling the same distance.

When they returned to Shengjing, the only intersection between her future and his future was that they were walking on thin ice because of the same person. She was just one standing on the bridge, while the other was standing under the bridge. They were immersed in the same torrent, and neither of them could look back.

"You don't need to do anything else, sir." Zhu Zheng took out the silver bell that Rong Yan had given her during the apprenticeship ceremony and handed it to him. "Gratitude is another matter. I just want you to help me. From now on, the bridge will be ours and the road will be ours..."

Rong Yan's face was as pale as frost, his eyes fell on her fingertips, and he suddenly smiled. He didn't laugh often, and even when he was really happy, he didn't laugh like this.

That arc was bitter and stinging.

The wind blew the curtains, making a rustling sound, and the silver bells swayed at her fingertips, seeming to be about to fall.

Rong Yan didn't answer.

He got up from the bed and left the warm room.