Chapter 168 The Little Queen Whose Wife Was Taken Away by the King (35)

The supreme ruler in the imperial palace also received news about this matter.

After hearing the news, Xia Lingxiao accidentally dropped a bunch of priceless and exquisite porcelain.

The three-day deadline is approaching, and the entire army is ready to go.

As the sun sets and dusk deepens, the afterglow is like a golden veil, gently falling in the courtyard.

The soft light outlined a faint golden edge for the couple who were about to part.

Qingwu's hands trembled slightly as she gently and slowly put the cold and heavy armor on Huo Tingye bit by bit.

The moment her fingertips touched the armor, the chill spread along her fingertips to her heart, and her eyes were filled with attachment and reluctance.

Facing the longing gaze of his beloved wife, Huo Tingye sighed. He had never felt such bitterness when he went to war before.

Finally, he kissed Qingwu's forehead. "Awu, don't worry, wait for my triumphant return."

Huo Tingye's low voice sounded in Qingwu's ears, with endless determination and commitment.

After a while, he thought about it, and the burning affection and seriousness in his eyes were unfathomable.

Huo Tingye said, "No matter what, Awu, you must remember that your life and safety are the most important."

He paused, then added, "As long as... it allows you to live a safe, healthy, and happy life, no matter what choice you make in the end, I will never blame you."

"I can even say that I hope that no matter what happens, the first thing you do is always to do everything you can to protect yourself."

Sensing the man's hidden thoughts behind his words and the hint of something about to happen, Qingwu's eyes flashed.

There was a hint of doubt on his face.

Huo Tingye, who was standing in front of her, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, outlining an extremely gentle smile.

He slowly stretched out his hand and gently stroked Qingwu's silky soft hair, his movements as gentle as if he was protecting a rare treasure.

"It's okay if you don't understand, my Awu," Huo Tingye said softly, "I also hope you don't have to use this sentence. My Awu, all I need is happiness and health."

But... he hid the worry in his eyes.

Xia Lingxiao probably wouldn't let her go without it, otherwise...

The deputy general's urging voice came from the side again, and Huo Tingye's eyes slashed at him like a knife.

The deputy general was stung by his sharp gaze and trembled involuntarily, subconsciously taking a small step back.

But just a moment later, he seemed to remember the order given by the emperor, so he straightened his back again, held his head high, and did not dare to give in at all.

Seeing the deputy general's tough attitude, Huo Tingye couldn't help but sneer.

Does Xia Lingxiao really think that he doesn't know what he is thinking?

No, or maybe the man was just extremely confident.

He knew what kind of person Huo Tingye was. Relying on his status as a king——

Huo Tingye will not resist, nor can he resist. His loyalty means that he will not become a traitor.

But don't forget, on the other hand, Huo Tingye also understands what kind of person Xia Lingxiao is.

Therefore, he had been alert and on guard against this for a long time.

The reason why he was willing to go to the border according to Xia Lingxiao's wishes was nothing more than the responsibility he shouldered as the God of War General of Great Xia.

And he firmly believed that Qingwu's heart was with him, and that was enough.

Huo Tingye slowly raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears that were about to roll down the corners of Qingwu's eyes.

His eyes were firm and steady, yet filled with endless tenderness and affection.

Then he turned around and walked with powerful steps towards the mighty army outside the yard that was already fully equipped for battle and ready for battle.

Qing Wu stood quietly, staring intently at Huo Tingye leading the mighty army farther and farther away.

It was not until his tall and majestic figure completely disappeared at the end of the distant horizon that she reluctantly withdrew her gaze, then turned around and silently returned to the mansion.

The sea was calm that day.

Before falling asleep, Qingwu was still wondering how long Xia Lingxiao would endure.

She hasn't slept alone for a long time.

As Qingwu thought about it, her consciousness began to gradually become blurred. Just as she was about to fall into a deep sleep, she suddenly felt her body being gently held up by a pair of hot big hands.

The scent of fine ambergris wafted through my nose.

In a trance, Qingwu vaguely heard a slight noisy sound coming from her ears. When she listened carefully, it seemed that Mrs. Huo was scolding something there... ?

The noise—was silenced again.

The person holding her had extremely steady arms, without even the slightest tremor.

It was faster than she thought. Couldn't she even wait a day?

......

Qing Wu opened her eyes, and her gaze happened to meet the dark and deep eyes of the man in front of her.

Those eyes seemed like an endless abyss, so dark that one couldn't see the bottom.

He was wearing a dragon robe with a golden-thread embroidered dragon baring its fangs and claws, which made him look even more noble and extraordinary.

Compared with three years ago, he has now shed all his youthfulness and immaturity.

The contours of that face became increasingly profound, and every gesture he made exuded the supreme majesty of a superior.

This situation and scene actually overlapped with the original dream, and Qingwu couldn't help but reveal the same expression as in the dream.

That was the picture she had conceived from the very beginning.

Facing the king's blazing, possessive gaze, as if to devour her whole, it was both fiery and terrifying.

A look of panic gradually crept onto Qingwu's face, which was originally as beautiful as a flower.

She was born with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and a graceful figure. Her every move could attract the attention of others.

Although she was now dressed as a woman, her hair was a little loose and messy due to her panic and struggle just now.

A few strands of black and shiny hair also fell down, gently sticking to her snow-white cheeks, adding a touch of messy beauty.

After a long time, only a low sigh was heard: "Awu, finally... you finally belong to me."