Chapter 399 The Princess from the Cold Palace Who Was Sent to the Throne (10)

Today’s results are very good.

Qingwu seemed to be at a disadvantage, but she gained a lot.

She learned who the powerful people in the dynasty were and met them.

She would make good use of them, and she believed—

She will do it.

Because just based on the way those few people looked at him.

She has this confidence.

Qingwu has a clear goal and can use everything she can to achieve her goal.

Anyone who tries to control her will eventually be controlled by her.

She will become the true master of this dynasty.

After thinking this, Qingwu smiled and closed her eyes.

——As long as you want, the world can be at your feet.

The early morning sunlight shines through the shark silk gauze curtain of Longming Palace and shines on the blue brick floor, forming patches of mottled light and shadow.

Qingwu slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze was a little confused, as if she had not yet fully adapted to the bright light.

However, when her vision gradually became clear, the scene inside the hall had completely changed.

The scent of ambergris wafted from the gilded incense burner, replacing the familiar musty smell of the cold palace;

The white jade cup was filled with fresh morning dew, which reflected a colorful halo, making the newly replaced brocade curtains around it shine brightly.

Qingwu walked barefoot on the soft Persian carpet, her fingertips gently stroking the Hetian jade brush washer on the table, and the coolness spread from her fingertips.

All the utensils sent by He Liming were of the highest royal standards. Each one was meticulously crafted and engraved with lifelike coiled dragon patterns. Even the bases of the candlesticks were inlaid with sparkling night pearls.

Qingwu's gaze slowly swept across the sandalwood wardrobe in the corner. The door was half-open, revealing the clothes inside.

A five-clawed golden dragon was embroidered on the plain silk, appearing and disappearing in the morning light, with a hint of solemnity in its majesty.

Since Qingwu is still in mourning, most of her clothes are plain.

However, even plain clothes have dragon patterns embroidered on them.

Most of them are men's clothing, but there are also some women's clothing hidden underneath, including underwear and bras.

Qingwu touched the soft material of the bra and smiled with an ambiguous meaning.

When He Liming came in yesterday, the change in his eyes was even more exciting than a drama.

First there was incredible shock, then guilt and heartache mixed together, a hint of self-blame and pain flashed in his eyes, and then there was a hint of helplessness.

It was the first time that Qingwu saw such a rich look in her eyes.

Over the years, Qingwu has learned to control her emotions, and even uses her appearance and eyes to control the emotions of others.

The first meeting with He Liming was better than she had imagined.

She also discovered the secret of He Liming, the powerful and misleading Nine Thousand Years Old man...

It turned out to be a man.

That's really interesting.

He Liming asked her to dress up as a man and pretend to be a prince, which coincided with Qingwu's idea.

Her sudden appearance and her identity as a prince made it easier for her to quickly and legitimately take control of the dynasty and become the new monarch.

But Qingwu didn't think that her identity as a woman was a bad thing.

On the contrary, precisely because she is a woman, she can overcome hardness with softness and do many things that men cannot do.

She can turn those tough men into knives in her hands and do things for her.

Just like He Liming——

I was originally going to treat her as a dying puppet, but now...

It was clear that she was placed in a cherished position.

Perhaps He Liming himself did not realize how tender the look in his eyes was when he looked at Qingwu, which made Qingwu even more certain of her thoughts.

Being able to survive successfully is only the first step of her plan.

But then…

The days of women dressing up as men won't last long.

One day, she will ascend to the highest and most honorable position as a true woman.

The Ning Dynasty was destined to belong to Ning Qingwu.

.,....

While he was lost in thought, He Liming walked over.

Just as Qingwu was lost in thought, He Liming walked towards her with steady steps.

Qing Wu quickly lowered her eyes and called softly, "Master He."

The voice was gentle and soft, revealing a hint of weakness and dependence just right, which made people feel pity and love.

Sure enough, after hearing her call, He Liming immediately quickened his pace and asked with concern: "Awu, do you like these? Use them for now, and I will definitely give you better ones in the future."

He Liming's voice was slightly hoarse, with a kind of flattering tone that he himself was not aware of, and it was so gentle as if he was afraid of shattering the glass in his palm.

Qingwu raised her eyelashes at the right time, and her eyes, like autumn water, were filled with a thin layer of mist, which made her look even more pitiful.

"Thank you, sir..."

Qingwu opened her lips slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but didn't know how to express it.

Qing Wu portrayed this emotion very well, at least He Liming's eyes became softer.

A child who grew up in a cold palace was suddenly treated so well by someone. Her heart was filled with gratitude, but at the same time she also felt a little doubtful and uneasy.

She couldn't tell whether this person had ulterior motives. After all, in this palace, people's hearts were treacherous and full of intrigue.

But the loneliness deep in her heart and the desire to be loved made her gradually let down her guard and begin to simply appreciate his kindness to her.

So she suddenly reached out and gently touched He Liming's waist, like a fledgling seeking protection.

"Thank you for protecting me and being so kind to me..."

The sound cut off abruptly, turning into a suppressed sob.

This action made He Liming's body tremble violently. He felt a warm current instantly surge into his heart, and the blood in his body began to boil.

He suddenly grabbed Qingwu's wrist, then hurriedly let go the moment he touched the soft skin.

After a brief silence, He Liming seemed to have made up his mind. He raised his hand and naturally embraced Qingwu in his arms.

Qingwu's body stiffened slightly, but soon relaxed and leaned quietly in He Liming's arms.

"Awu, I will protect you for the rest of my life." He Liming made a promise he had never thought of.

Qingwu relies on him so much, he can't let her down.

He has never protected anyone before, but now, he wants to protect Qingwu.

He Liming closed his eyes and quietly enjoyed this unprecedented warm moment. He even hoped that time could stay at this moment forever.

But he had just enjoyed it for a while when he suddenly heard hurried footsteps outside the palace, which seemed particularly abrupt in the silent palace.

He was a eunuch sent by Wen Xingzhi to urge the new emperor to study.

He Liming's face turned as gloomy as iron in an instant, and the golden threads on the black crane cloak were full of murderous intent under the candlelight.

Although Wen Xingzhi had said before that he wanted to teach the new emperor both civil and military strategies, He Liming, with a cold face, forced Wen Xingzhi and Chi Yunjian to postpone their teaching for a week on the grounds that the emperor was unwell.

He had just made up his mind, and the rest could be delayed as long as possible.