Chapter 165 Suspicion Dissipated

Xiao Jingheng stood in front of Song Zhao's bed for a while.

There was no movement, even the breathing was very slow.

Just look at her quietly.

Song Zhao stopped crying.

She shrugged her nose, her brows suddenly relaxed a little, and then she hugged the pillow in her arms tighter.

Jamel Xiao was curious about what she was doing.

'Boom!'

Suddenly, thunder roared outside the window, waking Song Zhao from his dream.

"emperor!"

Song Zhao blurted out these two words.

At that time, she had not seen Xiao Jingheng yet, but seemed to be talking in her sleep after being frightened.

Until she came to her senses and saw Xiao Jingheng standing in front of her bed, staring at her with warm eyes.

She thought it was just her hallucination.

In surprise, he rubbed his eyes hard.

'Boom!'

Another burst of thunder sounded, knocking down the rain that had been accumulating in the clouds.

The raindrops pattered on the eaves and window frames.

Dense and urgent.

Just like Song Zhao at this moment, tears were streaming down his face.

Xiao Jingheng sat on the edge of the couch and hugged Song Zhao in his arms with heartache.

He could feel the woman's body shaking uncontrollably.

Just like when they first met on a stormy night.

Xiao Jingheng unconsciously hugged Song Zhao tighter, "Don't be afraid, Zhao'er, I'm here."

"Your Majesty...is it really you?"

After feeling Xiao Jingheng's warm body temperature and steady heartbeat,

Song Zhaocai seemed to have just woken up from a dream, sobbing with grievance.

"I just thought I was dreaming... In my dream just now, I also hugged you like this, and I smelled the scent of Yuelinxiang on you. I am so scared, so scared that once I open my eyes, the emperor will no longer pay attention to me."

Xiao Jingheng then understood why Song Zhao would sleep with a pillow in his arms.

She originally mistook the pillow for him.

Xiao Jingheng's heart was moved, and he gently stroked Song Zhao's smooth black hair, with regret and reluctance in his tone, and said:

"I was wrong to suspect you. I made you so sad and ignored you for several days. I was really stupid about this matter. Are you still blaming me, Zhao'er?"

Although Song Zhao felt wronged, he was not hypocritical.

She knew that Xiao Jingheng, who was like a lion king, always liked obedient women.

So she stopped while she was ahead and said timidly: "I have never blamed the emperor. I just felt that I didn't do well enough, so I am ashamed to face the emperor..."

Before Xiao Jingheng came, he thought that Song Zhao would hold on to the fact that he was wronged and would be petty with him.

So when Xiao Jingheng heard her say this, he was a little surprised.

"Why do you say that?"

"If I had done well enough, the emperor would not have suspected me at the first moment." Song Zhao said, burying her head deeply in Xiao Jingheng's arms, so that he would not see her embarrassing state of unable to stop crying.

"I haven't gone to see the emperor these days, not because I am angry with him, but because I am thinking about what I have done wrong to make him angry. But I am really stupid and can't figure it out. I am afraid that the emperor will never like me again."

Song Zhao was already thin, and now she was crying in Xiao Jingheng's arms, her shoulders and neck were shaking, which magnified her grievances to the extreme.

Finally, she said in a very weak voice,

"After all, the emperor has so many choices, but I... only have the emperor left."

No one in the palace, my mother's family was wiped out,

Isn't the only person closest to Song Zhao in this world Xiao Jingheng, who can be called her husband?

Her words, her tears, her grievances,

Jamel Xiao had a panoramic view of it all.

His chest felt like it was blocked by a rock, and he felt uncomfortable all over.

This was not the first time that he had wronged his concubines because of his own suspicion.

But this was the only time he felt regretful afterwards.

"Zhao'er has done very well. It's my fault. I shouldn't have doubted you and made you sad."

Xiao Jingheng held her chin and forced her to raise her head.

On the girl's perfect face, two lines of hot tears hung.

Broken and beautiful.

Xiao Jingheng's heartbeat quickened.

He wiped Song Zhao's tears very gently.

"You said you only have me, and I only have you. In the harem, no one can replace you in my heart."

It's the difference, not the status.

But it is rare to hear this difference coming from Xiao Jingheng's mouth.

Song Zhao's sobbing gradually stopped, and a little joy suddenly appeared in his misty eyes.

"Is what the Emperor said true?"

"Of course. The reason why I doubt you this time is because the facts about the Zhao family really make me shudder. The harem is a pool of muddy water, and there is a pure and kind person like you, which makes me misjudge you."

Xiao Jingheng held her hand and looked at her, saying carefully:

"I promise you that if we have any conflicts in the future, we must speak frankly to each other and neither of us can ignore the other out of anger. Okay?"

Song Zhao nodded vigorously, "Then will the emperor listen to my explanation?"

"As long as you say it, I will believe you in the future. I am the emperor, and I will never joke with you."

Xiao Jingheng responded to her, stretched out his left little finger, hooked it in front of her, and said with a smile:

"Don't you girls like these?"

Song Zhao was stunned for a moment, and after a while he reacted, he shyly stretched out his hand and hooked his little finger with Xiao Jingheng's to sign their agreement.

Later, Xiao Jingheng said, "It's windy and rainy tonight, and you are most afraid of thunderstorms, so I will stay with you."

When the two of them went to bed together, Song Zhao turned sideways with her back to Xiao Jingheng, while Xiao Jingheng gently embraced her from behind.

Xiao Jingheng and Song Zhao were very close to each other, resting their heads on the same pillow.

He inadvertently took a deep breath at the pillow.

I smelled a faint scent of jasmine and a hint of salty tears.

This kind of smell, mixed with the moisture of grass seeping into the room through the window cracks,

Xiao Jingheng felt even more sorry for Song Zhao.

He hugged her tighter.

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