Chapter 43 Chapter 43 Her cold face is more maddening than deception.
She thought that the matter concerning Nanny Wang still needed Pei Chengjue's approval, and she didn't want to say anything cold to him. For a moment, she didn't say whether to go or not, but just stood there silently.
She always liked to take advantage of others with words, but now she was silent. Pei Chengjue thought she couldn't argue with him, so he accepted it and said with a slightly brighter expression, "Noble Concubine Hui, take good care of yourself these days."
Qiao Tang thought to himself, if he despises me so much, why does he insist on going alone?
Seeing that Pei Chengjue had no intention of leaving after he finished speaking, she became even more puzzled.
She and Pei Chengjue had already torn off the false facade of deception, and Pei Chengjue had not come for a long time and was disgusted with her to this extent.
She had no intention of responding to him. The two of them should not meet. Why did Pei Chengjue come here just for the New Year banquet?
She was suspicious, but she didn't show it on her face. She said tentatively, "If Your Majesty has no other instructions, I will take my leave."
It seemed that he didn't want to stay with Pei Chengjue any longer.
Pei Chengjue's eyes were cold and he didn't say a word. Qiao Tang waited for a moment, but his patience ran out. He thought it was not appropriate to mention the matter of Nanny Wang at this moment, so he bowed and took his leave, returning to his bedroom.
In addition to books, there was also a needlework basket on the long table under the window in the outer room, and a purse that had not been sewn yet lay quietly next to it.
The purse was sewn for Nanny Wang.
Qiao Tang didn't know what her situation was, and was anxious every day. He simply did some needlework and sewed a purse for her to ease his worries.
Qiao Tang sat down at the desk, calmed down, picked up the needle and thread and continued to sew the purse.
The sun's rays streamed in through the open window, falling softly on my hair, making it look soft and gentle.
Pei Chengjue walked over slowly, stood in front of the window, and watched the scene coldly.
His fingers in his sleeves were empty, but he couldn't help rubbing them a few times, as if he really wanted to touch the soft hair.
Realizing this, his expression turned gloomy and cold, and his eyes were filled with hatred.
I just hate myself for being spineless. I was clearly deceived so badly, but I still ran here desperately.
Qiao Tang sensed that the light was wrong, looked up, and seeing his appearance, he was so frightened that his hand trembled and the needle tip pierced his fingertips.
Blood immediately oozed from her fingertips, and she hissed in pain. She quickly lowered her head, took her lips into her mouth, and sucked out the blood to relieve the pain.
That's fine, just a few drops of blood. She thought of the scene with lingering fear, wondering how much Pei Chengjue hated her to show such a horrifying look.
She didn't look up again, so she didn't see Pei Chengjue's suddenly stretched out hand fall into the air and then quickly retracted.
Pei Chengjue could only see her lowered head and could not see the extent of her finger injury. He walked in, picked up an armchair and sat down next to her.
Qiao Tang turned his head and saw it, and asked in surprise, "Your Majesty?"
"I want to study."
Pei Chengjue reached out to take the scroll and caught a glimpse of Qiao Tang's fingers out of the corner of his eye. Seeing that there was nothing serious, he turned his gaze back to the book.
The two men were only a fist's distance apart, their auras gradually blending together. Qiao Tang tried his best to pretend he didn't exist, lowering his brows and sewing his purse.
Slowly, a glance swept over, accompanied by Pei Chengjue's sneer, "Empress Hui's needlework skills are so poor, it really makes it difficult for those who collect the purse."
The color of the purse was obviously not her favorite, but a calm stone blue color, which was mostly liked by men.
Pei Chengjue stared at him intently. He had sewn the belt before, but it wasn't for him, so there was no way he could get the purse.
The look was sharp and pierced Qiao Tang's heart. She lowered her head, clutched the purse in her hand, and cursed Pei Chengjue in her heart.
Her craftsmanship is not very good, and it is not for Pei Chengjue, so why is Pei Chengjue mocking her?
After a second thought, she felt a little happy again. She finally grabbed an opportunity. She raised her head and looked at Pei Chengjue, "I know that my craftsmanship is not good. The purse I made is simple and not even one ten-thousandth of what the palace makes for Your Majesty."
The two hadn't seen each other for a while, and being so close suddenly made Pei Chengjue's eyes flash with lust. He stared at her lips opening and closing, and listened to her say, "Fortunately, Nanny Wang didn't mind. I sewed it for her, and she was very happy."
The lust in Pei Chengjue's eyes disappeared instantly, replaced by coldness.
Nanny Wang and Wei Qingyan were the only two people on her mind. What was she insignificant? Even if she sewed purses for her whole life, she probably wouldn't be able to think of getting one for herself.
He listened to Qiao Tang continue, "Nanny Wang has always loved me, and I cannot live without her. Your Majesty resents me for deceiving you, and I am willing to be punished. However, Nanny Wang knows nothing about this matter. Could Your Majesty please let her go and return her to me?"
Qiao Tang's eyes were full of worry, and when he saw it, he couldn't help but think that she had worried about him like this before, but it was a pity that it was fake. But when she worried about others, she was really worried.
He raised his lips and sneered, "Madame Wang has been driven out of the palace by me. Since Concubine Hui is so worried, why don't you go out of the palace to look for her!"
If this had been said in the past, Qiao Tang would have been afraid that her thoughts would be exposed and would have been extremely panic-stricken. But now that the situation had changed, she could only be happy. Nanny Wang was fine and had already left the palace, so she no longer had any worries in her heart.
"Your Majesty, please do not mock me. I have been confined to the palace by Your Majesty. How can I leave without Your Majesty's order?"
Qiao Tang stood up from Pei Chengjue's side, turned around and took two steps, then heard Pei Chengjue's harsh voice, "Stop!"
Qiao Tang paused.
Pei Chengjue glanced at her back and was a little puzzled by her change of attitude. She was clearly able to speak to him warmly just now, but now she was suddenly cold. However, he changed his mind and figured out the reason very quickly.
She felt that there was no one to restrain her, so there was no need for her to flatter him. How stupid and heartless she was!
Haha, this is the person who allows me to be honest with my feelings in front of all the ministers!
Pei Chengjue said with a bad look, "Noble Concubine Hui touched my things."
Qiao Tang was confused, so he turned around and saw the books neatly arranged there. He realized that he was angry that he had read his books, so he would just not touch his books in the future.
Suddenly, she saw Pei Chengjue's finger tapping the cracks between the scrolls. She suddenly remembered her burned hair and widened her eyes in disbelief. "That was my hair, how can it be considered your Majesty's?"
Pei Chengjue came today not for the New Year banquet, but to deliberately make things difficult for her. He made a fuss over a few strands of hair. It seemed that her life in the palace was going to be difficult.
"Noble Concubine Hui is so simple."
Pei Chengjue stood up and walked over, clamping her cheek with one hand. With a little force, he saw Qiao Tang frowning in pain and smiled slightly.
"The entire Taiji Palace belongs to me. Even Concubine Hui belongs to me, not to mention a few hairs. Return them to me."
Qiao Tang's eyes changed, and she struggled to free herself from his hand. Without even mentioning that her hair was burned, she raised her sleeve to hook a strand of black hair and ripped out several strands without even frowning.
Regardless of this, she was unaware of the wounds on her fingertips from which several strands of hair had pierced, and beads of blood had rolled out. She handed the hair to Pei Chengjue and said, "Return it to Your Majesty."
The hair was stained with blood. Pei Chengjue's cold eyes flashed across his face and then moved back to Qiao Tang's face, "It's dirty."
Her thin lips couldn't stop the harsh words from coming out. "Not only is your appearance bad, but even your hair has lost its luster. How can you attend the annual banquet?"
"As Your Majesty has said, I, Your Majesty, am embarrassed and wronged by going out in this state."
Qiao Tang was not affected by his heart-wrenching words. He calmly withdrew his hand and used his purse to wipe the blood off his hair.
The sun shone obliquely into the room, only warming her whole body but failing to melt the coldness on her face.
"Why don't you choose a concubine as soon as possible? There will be more girls around you, more choices, and you won't have to force yourself to take me with you."
She returned the heart-gouging nail to Pei Chengjue, who was nailed to the spot. A long while passed, but he remained motionless. His cold eyes were like blades, slashing straight at Qiao Tang.
Qiao Tang was not afraid. She gathered her cleaned hair and put it into her purse. She looked slender, graceful and beautiful.
Unfortunately, there was no smile on her face anymore, and she would no longer make Pei Chengjue happy, nor would she allow him to make excessive demands.
It turns out that even the crabapple blossoms in spring can be covered with frost and ice one day.
Pei Chengjue raised his lips and smiled coldly.
It turned out that this was the true appearance of her not loving herself. She could not flatter him tactfully or smile sweetly. Instead, she frowned coldly, spit out hurtful words with a ruthless expression, and drove him to another girl.
Pei Chengjue's entire heart seemed to be pierced, with a hole opened and blood gushing out.
A sweet and fishy taste of blood quickly rose to his throat, but he forced it down in an instant. He looked at Qiao Tang quietly, and his mind flashed back to the way she kissed him in the past.
She really doesn't love herself.
She won't lie to herself anymore.
He suddenly wanted desperately to see her coaxing smile, rather than the cold face in front of him that looked like a frosted crabapple.
Even before, she would point to the portraits of other girls, smile and say softly, "Sister is also very cute." to coax him to choose a concubine.
It is also a hundred times stronger than it is now.
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