“I can’t let go, I’ve tried.” Ao Qian’s voice suddenly rang out.
Through the veil of the bamboo hat, Song Xiwei could only see Aoqian wearing a blue robe of the same color as hers.
"Uh, I tried it too, it's stuck. What's going on?" Even Lian Aoqian couldn't let go. Could it be that there's something strange about the clothes he's wearing?
Song Xiwei sensed something was wrong, frowned, and lowered her voice to say to Ao Qian, "Your Majesty, this Lord of Huailin is probably up to no good!"
Ao Qian's breath hitched. Had Song Xiwei noticed?
He felt a chill run down his spine, and his palms even started sweating.
"What do you mean?" Ao Qian took the opportunity to feign ignorance.
In short, it was Weng who acted on his own initiative. If he doesn't admit it, Song Xiwei shouldn't blame him...
This time, let's take it as a lesson learned.
How can you trust someone like Weng?
This further solidified Aoqian's belief that there were no shortcuts to pursuing the one he loved; only sincerity in return could succeed.
"This outfit binds my spiritual power and even adds a strange suppressive force. When we hold hands, it's as if we're locked together. Even your demonic bloodline, Your Majesty, is useless. I'm afraid only the Lord of the Locust Forest can make us let go of each other's hands!"
At this point, Song Xi frowned slightly and added, "This Lord of Huailin, is she planning to commit regicide? Why did you change into these clothes? Now, it would be so easy for her to harm you."
Aoqian didn't know how to answer.
After all, this time it was he and Weng who plotted against Song Xiwei.
Seeing that Aoqian remained silent, Song Xiwei quickly reassured him, "Your Majesty, don't be afraid. Even if I can't use my spiritual power, I will protect you! My body-refining techniques are quite good, and my fists are very strong. Even if I'm bare-handed, I don't care about ordinary small fry!"
Ao Qian was so ashamed he wanted to disappear.
How could he be so despicable?
Song Xiwei always puts his needs first.
But he conspired with Weng to scheme against her...
“I…” Aoqian didn’t know how to start the conversation.
Song Xiwei used her other hand to lift the bamboo hat and met Weng's eyes from a distance.
Weng was stunned for a moment; the murderous look in his eyes left her bewildered.
Did she make a mistake?
Does this handsome Song envoy really dislike the emperor at all?
If that's the case, Your Majesty is too pitiful, having been in unrequited love for so long without any result.
No wonder she's always kept quiet and hasn't dared to confess her feelings.
Wouldn't this have backfired on her?
Weng instinctively wanted to run away, fearing that Aoqian would punish her.
But her flustered reaction only confirmed Song Xiwei's suspicions that she had ulterior motives.
"Your Majesty, she really is hiding something! Should we pursue her or not?" Song Xiwei hurriedly asked Aoqian.
Aoqian thought for a moment, then shook his head. "I think she is indeed guilty and doesn't dare to face us. But, it's unlikely that she committed regicide. She is very weak, and even if I gave her the position of Demon Lord, she wouldn't be able to hold onto it. Besides, she is indulging in pleasure and wouldn't want to leave Huailin."
"So our hands are never going to separate?" Song Xiwei asked Aoqian.
It means they want to see if Aoqian has any ideas.
Aoqian stared intently into her eyes, their beautiful gazes reflecting each other.
Song Xiwei heard Ao Qian say in a serious tone, "It should have an expiration date. It might be automatically lifted tomorrow, but if you hate holding my hand, find a knife."
"What? A knife? What are you going to do?" Song Xiwei was startled.
"Don't worry, it won't hurt you," Ao Qian said.
"Um, holding hands is fine, I don't mind, Your Majesty, please don't look for a knife..."
"You don't mind?" Aoqian suddenly teased her, "How come I remember you were very particular about interacting with people, and you even said that you couldn't be casual about it for the sake of your future partner?"
“It’s just holding hands. Holding hands doesn’t count. Didn’t my lord and I often hold hands before?” Song Xiwei retorted subconsciously.
"Yes, that's true." Ao Qian smiled in agreement.
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