Jiang Jiang didn't understand the reason for the emperor's last unusual behavior, but she held Lu Zheng's hand tightly, stood firmly beside him, and said, "We will have a new home, and Ah Zheng will never be alone."
Lu Zheng lowered his eyes and wiped the blood off her face: "I'm sorry, Jiang Jiang."
It was because he hesitated at the critical moment that Jiang Jiang's hands were stained with blood.
...It wasn't supposed to be like this.
Lu Zheng's trembling fingertips stroked Jiang Jiang's blood-stained cuffs, and the scarlet stung his eyes so much that they hurt.
He suddenly remembered when they first got married, she was standing under the crabapple tree in the palace, her white silk dress was spotless, even her fingertips were as shiny as jade.
After all the chaos ended, Lu Zheng didn't look at Lu Mingxuan who was dragged down by the imperial guards. He picked up Jiang Jiang and held her sideways in his arms, saying gently, "Jiang Jiang, we are from the Xian family."
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"Does it hurt?" He knelt beside the bed, took her hands and rubbed them repeatedly, his voice hoarse and inaudible, "Such clean hands..."
Amidst the rippling water, Jiang Jiang saw water droplets hanging on his eyelashes, and she couldn't tell whether they were steam or tears.
He really cared that he had killed someone for him.
But it doesn't have to be like this.
Jiang Jiang stopped him: "I don't think it's a big deal. I'm very happy to be able to protect you by myself."
Lu Zheng was stunned, the warm heartbeat in his palm making him tremble all over. He suddenly buried his face in her wet hair, sobbing like a lost child, "Jiang Jiang... I'm scared..."
I'm afraid you'll be stained with blood, afraid you'll regret it one day, afraid you...
"Fool." Jiang Jiang grabbed his ear, "I'm not as fragile as you think."
"I will always be by your side." Jiang Jiang comforted him gently.
Lu Zheng suddenly pressed Jiang Jiang's hand to his chest, where an old arrow wound was. "Here, someone shot me with an arrow when I was twelve years old during the autumn hunt."
"Here is the caning I received when I was fifteen."
There were countless scars on his body, some of which had been forgotten in the long river of time. Even Lu Zheng was stunned when he saw them.
...Have I ever been hurt so much?
It seemed as if these wounds only existed when Jiang Jiang saw them. Lu Zheng thought, if they could earn him more sympathy.
Even if it happens again, he will be happy.
Please be kind to me, Jiang Jiang.
Jiang Jiang's fingertips traced his scars, each a testament to the royal feud. Suddenly, she leaned forward, her lips gently pressing against the most hideous arrow wound. "Now, they're all mine."
Lu Zheng shuddered, but she raised her sparkling eyes and said, "Your Highness always says I'm like the bright moon, but even a bright moon needs the night sky to support it."
She held his pale face in her small hands. "You are my night."
Lu Zheng patiently wrung out her hair. He wanted all matters concerning Jiang Jiang to be handled by him alone, and he had never been impatient.
He also has his own little thoughts.
I hope Jiang Jiang can rely on him a little more, and it would be best if he is the only one around her.
Ginger ginger ginger...
Did you hear that?
My heart is always calling your name.
It beats for you.
Perhaps because he had avenged his great hatred tonight, Lu Zheng finally spoke to Jiang Jiang about his concubine Li.
It was said that she was beautiful in her early years and the emperor fell in love with her at first sight, that she was favored and gave birth to a prince, and that after she fell out of favor and was framed, she would rather die than live in disgrace.
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