Chapter 47 Be good, don't bite!

Is the Xie family and the Liu family getting married?

Xiao Qingxuan's heart sank suddenly.

If he hadn't married Liu Yu, it really might have been possible.

After all, Liu Yu marrying Xie Jingxing is not a bad choice!

The Xie and Liu families were united by powerful officials.

If we support another prince, then it's truly uncertain who will win and who will lose!

He instantly understood why Qian Yueshu looked so haggard.

Why do I sit alone in the dead of night, unable to sleep, lost in thought?

They all have memories of their past lives.

Xie Jingxing is too extraordinary.

He alone can withstand an army of thousands!

Otherwise, Qian Yueshu wouldn't have had to die in her previous life.

Thinking of her death.

A mixture of pity and guilt surged within him.

He wouldn't allow Qian Yueshu to wallow in this helpless fear.

Xiao Qingxuan suddenly bent down, put one hand under her knees and the other hand firmly supported her back. With a little force, he lifted her up horizontally.

Qian Yueshu subconsciously reached out and wrapped her arms around the man's neck.

He carried her in his arms and walked a few steps to the familiar rosewood couch, gently placing her on it.

immediately.

He climbed onto the bed, lay down beside her, and pulled her into his arms.

She rested her head on his arm, their bodies pressed tightly together, leaving no gap between them.

The familiar scent of the two lingered in the tatami room.

Xiao Qingxuan lowered his head, gently pressing his forehead against Qian Yueshu's, forcing her to meet his gaze: "Yue'er, you must believe me."

His breath brushed against her earlobe, causing a slight tickle.

Qian Yueshu bit her lip tightly, looking at Xiao Qingxuan with a guilty expression.

Seeing her like this, Xiao Qingxuan felt as if his heart was being pricked by needles, a dense, tingling pain spreading through him.

This silent forbearance pained him more than any crying or fussing.

Xiao Qingxuan lowered his head and kissed her lips: "Be good, don't bite."

Between their lips and teeth, there was his unique scent.

Qian Yueshu initially showed some resistance...

Then Xiao Qingxuan's kiss suddenly deepened.

Qian Yueshu finally softened completely under his domineering yet passionate kiss.

The tears he had been holding back finally slid down his tightly closed eyes, soaking his shirt and wetting his cheeks.

“A second chance at life…” He spoke these four words very lightly, yet they carried immense weight: “I will not lose to Xie Jingxing again, nor will I let him harm you, even if it means staining my hands with the blood of innocent people.”

This was a promise to her: "He's willing to do anything for her? Even kill someone without any moral boundaries."

Qian Yueshu raised her eyes and stared intently at Xiao Qingxuan.

In his previous life, Xiao Qingxuan lost because he wasn't ruthless enough, because he had too much of a sense of responsibility, and because he never shed the blood of innocent people.

He never schemes against others first; he always adopts a passive, defensive approach.

Otherwise, the princes would never have had a chance to join forces, as they would have been eliminated one by one by Xiao Qingxuan.

The other person made the first move.

If you gain the upper hand, then making a move later will put you at a disadvantage.

This almost stubborn kindness stemmed from his unwavering commitment to the ideal of a "benevolent ruler" and from his last remaining hope for blood ties.

But he forgot.

Faced with the temptation of the supreme position, family ties are often the first sacrificed!

Xiao Qingxuan possessed all the elements to become a wise ruler: he was skilled in both literature and military affairs, knew how to use people effectively, and had a benevolent heart.

His ideal was to establish a peaceful and prosperous Great Yong Dynasty!

Yes.

Xiao Qingxuan overlooked the fact that power struggles are essentially a life-or-death struggle!

In the world of personal emotions.

Xiao Qingxuan also found himself caught in a dilemma between "responsibility" and "true feelings".

He loved Qian Yueshu, but also respected Liu Yu.

In his previous life, he gave all his dignity and respect to Liu Yu, and all his love and pampering to Qian Yueshu.

Even after he fell completely in love with Qian Yueshu, he still tried his best to make amends to Liu Yu and the Liu family.

Little did they know.

This hurt two women!

But it is precisely because of this that Xiao Qingxuan appears authentic.

He is not a god; he has flaws; he is a human being with flesh and blood!

But since its rebirth.

He has changed a lot.

No longer self-disciplined or bound by rules and etiquette, no longer benevolent or virtuous, no longer bound by rules and etiquette... He was even willing to shed the blood of innocent people for the sake of his beloved woman, Qian Yueshu.

Qian Yueshu was shocked by his words.

The man's tone softened, becoming almost coaxingly gentle, as he lightly brushed away the stray hairs from her cheek with his fingertips: "You just need to be a carefree, beautiful woman who loves me wholeheartedly."

To an outsider, this statement might sound like he was domineering, tyrannical, and inhumane.

But Qian Yueshu understood.

Xiao Qingxuan described him as "heartless".

The hope was that she would be free from all burdens and need not worry about the ever-changing political landscape of the court.

His fingertips were warm, caressing her snow-white skin: "I want you to be happy. Having been reborn, my only wish is to grant you a lifetime of joy!"

After hearing the man's advice, Qian Yueshu nestled peacefully in his arms and fell asleep.

That's all.

Why is she thinking so much?

Even if the sky falls, Crown Prince Xiao Qingxuan will protect her.

Qian Yueshu closed her eyes, about to fall asleep.

The man's hand wandered inside her clothes: "Want some?"

As Xiao Qingxuan said this, he kissed her on the lips.

Although it was just a fleeting moment, it was enough to make her heart race.

This is Xiao Qingxuan; he always knows how to make her lose her mind and become infatuated.

Night is indeed an aphrodisiac.

It conceals the rules and constraints of the daytime, releasing the most primal desires deep within people's hearts...

"Your Highness, of course I want to." Qian Yueshu parted her red lips slightly, and in one swift motion, she was already straddling Xiao Qingxuan.

The man beneath her chuckled softly.

His hand naturally rested on her waist, his fingertips lightly caressing the skin beneath her clothes: "Moon is unusually bold today."

She leaned down, her long, black hair cascading down and intertwining with his dark hair: "Doesn't Your Highness like it?"

I love it!

His eyes darkened, and with a flip, he regained control. "But there are some things that are better left to me."

It was probably in a previous life.

He kept suppressing his feelings, pretending that he cared about Liu Yu a lot and loved her very much...

In matters of the heart, she always takes the initiative.

This lifetime.

He liked to pin her down and be the one in control.

What else could she do?

Of course, we'll spoil them.

Kyoto.

The floods in the south are becoming increasingly severe.

Some refugees have already fled to the capital.

The price of grain has also tripled compared to usual.

Not to mention other places, even the people in the capital are concerned about the price of grain every day.

"Rice prices have gone up again!" This has become the most common greeting among ordinary people these days, filled with helplessness and anxiety.

Long lines formed early in the morning in front of grain stores in Kyoto.

The prices of the white rice and golden wheat have skyrocketed.

Within a month or so, the silver that used to buy a shi (a unit of dry measure) of rice is now barely enough to buy three dou (another unit of dry measure).

Hoarders began to operate in the shadows, and the government's grain distribution measures proved insufficient to meet the enormous demand.

Even for wealthy and powerful families.

He also began to secretly calculate the depth of the family's granary.

Many of the wealthy young women who used to compete with Qian Yueshu in doing charity work are now struggling to make ends meet.

Food prices are rising every day.

The number of refugees quickly swelled from the initial dozens to hundreds or even thousands.

Even though the noble ladies were wealthy, they spent real money every day to buy grain that was more valuable than gold, and then gave it away for free.

That is also an increasingly heavy burden.