She froze for a moment, then felt her heart start racing again.
“This place isn’t far from the capital. When I was a child, I often came here to ride horses.” Xie Jingrun saw the blush gradually spreading across her fair face, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and he suddenly reached out and gently touched her with his finger.
The smooth touch stirred his heart, and his eyes darkened.
Rong Qingqing felt a little itchy and quickly slapped his hand away, but he ended up grabbing her fingers instead.
Rong Qingqing struggled but couldn't break free, so she simply let him be.
Xie Jingrun held her fingers in his palm and examined them closely.
He never knew that a girl's fingers could be so soft and delicate.
He held it in his palm and played with it, reluctant to put it down.
"Qingqing, you are mine." After a long while, he squeezed her fingers and suddenly said.
Rong Qingqing's heart skipped a beat, and she turned her head, "No, that's not it."
Xie Jingrun lowered his head, touching her forehead to his, and said firmly, "Sooner or later."
Rong Qingqing was somewhat unaccustomed to such intimacy, but she did not push him away. She remained silent for a moment before asking, "What if the Emperor does not agree?"
“He has already agreed.” Xie Jingrun straightened up. “He said it himself today at Wangchun Tower.”
Rong Qingqing naturally knew what he meant.
At that time, at Wangchun Tower, Emperor Zhaojing personally said that she was Xie Jingrun's wife, which was indeed a tacit recognition.
"What if he disagrees? I mean, what if?"
"There are no 'ifs,' and no one can stop me from marrying you," Xie Jingrun said, frowning.
"What if marrying me would cause you to lose your throne?" Rong Qingqing continued to ask. She didn't know why she was being so bored and thinking about such trivial things, but she was suddenly curious about Xie Jingrun's choice.
Upon hearing this, Xie Jingrun's expression softened, and he turned to look at the setting sun on the horizon. "Is there even a need to choose?"
Upon hearing this, Rong Qingqing nodded, "Indeed." Everyone would choose the throne. Once you sit on the throne, you can have everything—power, status, and what kind of beauty wouldn't have it?
"Of course I choose you." Xie Jingrun turned back and looked at her intently. "I don't necessarily want to be the emperor, but there is only one Qingqing."
Rong Qingqing suddenly looked up at him in surprise. After a long while, she remembered to ask, "Why did you choose me?"
“I don’t know either, but you are the only woman I want to marry,” Xie Jingrun said without the slightest hesitation.
Rong Qingqing was deeply shaken.
She hadn't expected that Xie Jingrun missed her so much.
This made her feel like she was some kind of priceless treasure.
But what merits does she possess?
She felt a little ashamed.
Xie Jingrun's vision was indeed extraordinary.
She wasn't some stunning beauty; there were countless people more beautiful than her. She was just an ordinary woman in this world, with only moderately attractive features. She didn't think she was anything special.
But Xie Jingrun said that she was the only woman he wanted to marry.
These words made her heart pound more than any sweet talk she knew.
But was Xie Jingrun serious?
Seeing the confusion in the girl's eyes, Xie Jingrun narrowed his eyes and suddenly leaned closer.
The cool touch on her lips snapped Rong Qingqing back to her senses. Looking at the man's handsome face approaching, she instinctively closed her eyes.
Her actions encouraged Xie Jingrun, and his movements became even more domineering and intense.
When her back touched the cold stone, Rong Qingqing shuddered and suddenly opened her eyes.
Looking at the man's handsome face magnified before her, she suddenly felt a mix of emotions.
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