When Jiang Rao arrived, it was not early, just when Shen Xiuying was screaming at the top of her lungs.

She stood by and listened and watched until the end.

It's hard to see the whole picture from a small perspective, but she is already convinced of something.

The secret guards following her, Princess Xiang, Shen Xiuying... She thought he was different from the one she had dreamed of, only to find out that some of his temperament was still the same as in her dream, but he just hid it from her.

She was frightened and annoyed, but not afraid.

The person who was most different from the one in the dream turned out to be her.

Rong Ting was very uneasy.

She felt it. Even though she didn't want to see the mess in the prison, she raised her head from his arms and said in a trembling voice, "Let's go home first."

…

There was a heavy snowfall a few days ago, and the snow on the ground was thick, making a crackling sound when you stepped on it.

Jiang Rao walked in front and Rong Ting followed behind her.

Through the moonlight, he looked at the hairpins at the end of her bun, her neck vaguely visible under her collar, her slender shoulders and her petite figure shrouded in a cloak.

He held the hand warmer that she wanted to give him, but there was no warmth in his palms.

Even if you plan everything carefully, there will always be times when you make mistakes.

He finally paused and said bluntly, "My method of dealing with people has always been the same. It has never changed. If I don't force people into a desperate situation, I'm afraid I'll be letting the tiger go back to the mountain, leaving them a way out and they will be retaliated against in the future."

He looked at Jiang Rao's back and didn't take another step forward. "If you are afraid of me and can't accept it, then hide far away and don't let me find you again."

The voice was low and threatening.

He didn't explain why, but Jiang Rao understood it.

She paused and wanted to ask why he was afraid, but when she turned around, she saw the snow-covered field bathed in moonlight. Rong Ting lowered his head slightly, standing one step away from her. His face no longer had the bloodthirstiness and cruelty he had just shown in prison. Under the bright snow and moonlight, the thin jawline became graceful and blurred, and his whole face seemed to be shrouded in a cold mist. Even though he had lost his boyish innocence, he still looked very much like he did when he was a teenager, with a gentle and handsome face and an uneasy and restrained expression.

How could he look so nice and yet be so cruel in his heart?

Jiang Rao felt it was absurd, yet also reasonable.

She asked, "What would happen if I didn't run far away?"

Rong Ting lowered his head and looked at Xue. He was silent for a long time before he spoke word by word in a hoarse voice: "Lock it up, lock it up, don't let others see it, only me can see it, forever and ever, it will belong to me only."

His deep voice was filled with strong paranoia and possessiveness. Jiang Rao frowned slightly as she listened.

Rong Ting took a step back upon seeing this.

He suddenly curved his eyes slightly and smiled softly. His smile was gentle and affectionate. He repeated in a very soft voice, "If you are afraid, hide far away. Don't, don't let me find you again."

He spoke slowly and seriously, his eyes the same as before, uneasy and restrained.

Jiang Rao looked at his movements and eyes, feeling mixed emotions.

He was honest about the bad qualities in his character, but he kept a very humble attitude.

On the way back, he huddled in the corner of the carriage, looking dejected all the way, not touching her or looking into her eyes, and now he took three steps back on his own initiative...

He would rather be covered in bruises than hurt her in the slightest. He is so magnanimous... If it weren't for those dreams, I'm afraid she would really believe it.

Jiang Rao followed his retreating footsteps and walked towards him step by step.

The snowflakes crunched as she stepped on them. After three steps, she stood in front of Rong Ting.

She looked up at the man and asked, "Are you really going to let me run away?"

Rong Tinghuan just lowered his head.

Whenever Jiang Rao was by his side, his attention was always completely occupied by her.

She was very close to him, so close that if he stretched out his hand, he could hold her in his arms.

With his strength, she couldn't escape even if she struggled.

He put his hands behind his back, lowered his beautiful eyes, concealed the paranoia and madness in his nature, and said calmly: "Now I am not strong enough to be an enemy of the Ning An Marquis' Mansion. If you want to leave, now is the best time."

"You didn't want to stay in Jinling in the first place."

"Walk."

Jiang Rao glanced at him, lifted the hem of her green-calyx plum cloak, and turned around.

There were footsteps behind me.

Really gone.

Rong Ting stood there, clenching his hands. The piercing pain pressed into his bones bit by bit. His brows were furrowed, and he had already begun to regret it.

A voice sounded from behind him.

"Do you think you lost the bet?"

Rong Ting turned around suddenly, and behind him, Jiang Rao was looking at him with a smile on her face.

She didn't walk very far, but she took a few steps on the snow, increasing her strength from heavy to light.

Her eyes were clear but also intelligent. He said the same thing twice, and she asked again, "Will you really let me run away?"

If the ruthlessness and cruelty in his nature were hard to get rid of, she didn't think he could really be generous and tolerant.

Rong Ting unclenched his fists and then looked at Jiang Rao. All those cold and gloomy emotions receded like the tide, and the lake surface became clear and lively. His eyes were like threads, entangled, entangled and paranoid, entangled with Jiang Rao's figure and shadow.

Jiang Rao said: "If you tell the truth, I won't leave."

It was quiet at night, and the palace lanterns under the corridor cast the withered shadows of tree branches on the ground.

There was a certain firmness in her gentle voice that forced him to tell the truth.

Rong Ting finally loosened his tightly curled fingers, speaking slowly and with difficulty.

"……Won't."

He knew that if he pretended to be magnanimous and asked her to leave, she would not leave.

If she really dared to leave, he would always find a way to get her back.

"Have you ever killed innocent people? Have you ever supported corrupt officials?"

Rong Ting shook his head.

Jiang Rao was finally satisfied, and took a step towards Rong Ting, hugged him and said, "I won't leave."

“I won’t be afraid of you either. Miss Shen Er deserves what she gets. She deserves this fate.”

But she had never thought that she would actually see him killing someone in her dream.

She heard what Shen Qinying said.

She herself had experienced such a ridiculous thing as knowing her final affairs in a dream. When Shen Xiuying said that she had lived two lives, she believed it.

What's more, there are too many things in Shen Xiuying's words that fit in with her dreams.

He was also willing to celebrate his 30th birthday.

Jiang Rao wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. The fear in her heart was for the blood on the floor of the narrow cell, but not for him. She even had the energy to coax him, "Don't take those words of Miss Shen Er to heart. They are just nonsense."

"She died in your hands, she was unwilling to accept it, maybe she was trying to sow discord between us. If you really want me to leave, aren't you falling for her trick?"

She deliberately made her tone relaxed, thinking to herself that even if she felt that what Shen Xiuying had said about her having lived two lives was true, she would not let him know about it.

He was too uneasy.

His "no" just now made her completely understand the reason why he was so well-behaved and pitiful on weekdays.

Blame her for being too indulgent, blame him for being too smart, and blame him for having an innocent and attractive appearance, which is completely deceptive. He had used this method to gain benefits from her before and knew it worked. Acting nice and pitiful is just a way of retreating to advance, changing the means to get what he wants.

In essence, she is unscrupulous, but she is a little confused when she sees it.

She didn't marry him just because he was so obedient and pitiful. If she didn't like him, how could his tricks work on her?

Jiang Rao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and felt a headache. She was too lazy. Once her life was comfortable, she didn't like to think too much. This was the case before her brother came to talk to her. She noticed clues several times, but did not think about it carefully. If she had noticed it earlier, he would not be so uneasy every day.

"Don't do this anymore." Jiang Rao sighed continuously, "Otherwise, if there are only two of them, one of them will always be wronged. It sounds like it won't last long."

She didn't think she could force him to tell her much truth at this moment, but the days ahead would be long, so there was no need to rush. She said softly and gently, and put her hand into Rong Ting's. She was ashamed to mention some things to him before, but now it seemed necessary. "I never thought of staying in Jinling before. But now, you are the path I have chosen, which is more important than my idea of ​​traveling. Wherever you are, I will go there."