As Qin Shuhuai was chasing on the road to Quancheng, Qin Peng slowly woke up.

She heard the sound of water around her and felt her body a little heavy. There was a dim light next to her. Qin Peng turned around and saw Zhao Yu sitting beside her, patiently making tea.

He wore a purple coat, his hair was untied, and his black hair was draped behind him, spreading on the ground like his clothes. His expression was calm and composed. Unlike Qin Shuhuai, who exuded a coldness that kept people away from him, Zhao Yu's temperament was extremely gentle, like a young master from a noble family, as gentle as jade.

"Ayu?"

Qin Peng called out tentatively, but she still had some double vision in front of her eyes, so she couldn't see Zhao Yu's appearance clearly. Zhao Yu heard the call, put down the teacup, stood up, walked to Qin Peng, and helped her sit up.

He put the pillow behind her so that she could lie on it, and asked gently, "Are you feeling better?"

Qin Peng's vision gradually became clearer, but she still felt paralyzed and powerless. She looked cold and asked, "What did you give me to eat?"

"It's just some soft tissue, no big deal."

Zhao Yu spoke calmly and added, "Are you hungry? I'll ask someone to bring in some food."

After saying this, without waiting for Qin Peng to answer, he raised his hands and clapped, and asked someone to bring in the food.

What was served was meat porridge. Zhao Yu fed Qin Peng the porridge. Qin Peng did feel a little hungry. She opened her mouth and ate meekly. Zhao Yu watched her eating as if she were a small animal, and he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

Qin Peng quickly finished his porridge and felt a little stronger. He continued to ask, "Where are you now?"

"Don't worry about that."

Zhao Yu put the bowl aside and gave her some water.

Then he used a handkerchief to carefully wipe the water stains on her lips, rummaged around for a storybook, and said softly, "I bought you a lot of storybooks. What story do you want to hear? I'll read it to you."

"I don't need to follow the instructions. You just send me back. It's useless for you to take me back to Beiyan now, Ayu." She frowned, "Everyone chooses their own path. Even if it means getting hurt, you have to let her go."

After hearing this, Zhao Yu smiled with a doting look in her eyes: "Sister, after so many years, you are still so naive."

Qin Peng's brows furrowed even deeper. Zhao Yu raised his hand and smoothed her brows, sighing, "Don't frown. It will make you old."

"You are already so much older than me," he said with a bitter look, "Don't grow old too fast."

Qin Peng felt a little sad, after all, this was her family. Even though she was angry at his presumptuousness, she also felt helpless.

But she knew that she had to go back, so she turned her head and looked outside and asked, "Are you going back to Beiyan by water?"

"Um."

"Every section of the waterway in Nanqi is strictly checked. How can you avoid Qin Shuhuai?"

"Well," Zhao Yu stopped smiling and said calmly, "Sister, don't worry."

Qin Peng wanted to ask a few more questions, but Zhao Yu seemed to have guessed her thoughts long ago. No matter what she asked, he just practiced Tai Chi.

Soon it was night, and the boat hit something hard. Qin Peng realized that the boat had come to shore. She quickly adjusted her smile and said, "Ayu, this muscle softener makes me feel uncomfortable. Why don't you take it off?"

"Sister, please bear with me," Zhao Yu said with pity in her eyes, but she refused without hesitation: "I will be back to Beiyan soon."

"I promise I won't run away."

Qin Peng swore solemnly, but Zhao Yu understood clearly: "Sister, don't fool me."

Qin Peng: “…”

Has her credibility sunk so low?

Finally, Qin Peng could only struggle and say: "Even if you don't do this for my sake, you should also think about it. I was so soft along the way, and you brought people with you, which also looked suspicious."

"Don't worry about that."

Zhao Yu smiled, and at this time Bai Huai came in holding a cloak. Zhao Yu took the cloak from Bai Huai, shook it open, tied it around Qin Peng, and then raised his hand to put the hat on her.

"Docked?" Zhao Yu looked at Qin Peng, whose skin was as white as snow under the black awning in front of him, and asked Bai Huai behind him.

Bai Huai said calmly, "We've reached the shore."

Zhao Yu nodded, raised his hand and picked up Qin Peng horizontally.

Qin Peng struggled and said angrily: "Let go! Give it to me..."

"Sister, don't force me to use force," Zhao Yu said softly, "I think you would be even more uncomfortable at that time."

Qin Peng was stunned for a moment. She was well behaved. Zhao Yu was very satisfied with her submissive attitude and carried her ashore.

He walked quickly, but held her steadily. He looked weak, but when he held her, she could clearly feel the muscles beneath his clothes.

Zhao Yu's direct rejection of her made her feel particularly different.

He seemed to have grown up overnight, and she could no longer view him as a sister. She even began to realize that he was not only her brother, but also a man.

This realization made her a little flustered, and she couldn't help but say, "Yu, you weren't like this before."

"Um?"

Zhao Yu walked in the night, holding her through the crowds of people: "What happened to me?"

After saying this, without waiting for Qin Peng to speak, he laughed sarcastically: "What do you mean by that? You come when you call and go when you send?"

Qin Peng said nothing.

She heard the resentment in his tone, such strong, undisguised malice, which was so obviously presented in front of Qin Peng for the first time.

After a long time, Qin Peng opened his mouth with great difficulty: "Ayu, you hate me."

Zhao Yu didn't say anything. He held her in his arms and walked up the stairs step by step.

"Yes," he said this time without disguising, "I hate you."

However, he lowered his head and looked at her: "I love you too."

"The deeper the love, the deeper the hate."

Qin Peng was slightly stunned, and she began to wonder, when did her brother become like this?

Was it when I was young? Or was it these six years?

But his undisguised closeness never disappeared, even in the sixth year after her rebirth, when they met again, he brought her back to the old times at first sight, as if she had never left.

Qin Peng stared at him blankly. At this moment, Zhao Yu suddenly stopped, his face changed drastically, and he shouted: "Retreat!"

Having said that, Zhao Yu held her and ran towards the cabin behind him. A black figure emerged from the night like a snake and slashed towards Zhao Yu!

Zhao Yu retreated hastily to avoid the fierce palm wind. At this time, soldiers and horses rushed out from the surroundings and surrounded Zhao Yu and others. Someone came with a lantern, wearing a crane feather cloak and a lake blue long sleeves. His handsome features seemed to be frost-covered, full of coldness.

Zhao Yu looked at the person who came and smiled as if he had expected it: "Qin Shuhuai."

Qin Shuhuai didn't say anything. He handed the lamp to Jiang Chun beside him and slowly walked towards Zhao Yu.

When Zhao Yu saw him approaching, he said directly, "Stop!"

Qin Shuhuai stopped and looked up at him. Zhao Yu sneered, "You promised to let me take her away. Why, do you regret it?"

"If you take her away for her own good, I will let you take her away."

Qin Shuhuai looked up at him and lowered his voice: "But ask yourself, do you just want to take her away and keep her safe?"

"She is my sister," Zhao Yu hugged Qin Peng and looked down at her, his expression seemed so gentle that it could drip with water: "How could I hurt her?"

"You won't harm her, so why don't you explain it to me," Qin Shuhuai's voice was filled with uncontrollable anger: "Why did you write that letter to the emperor's uncle back then?!"

Hearing this, Qin Peng's eyes widened instantly.

Qin Peng knew that someone from Beiyan had written a letter to Qin Wenxuan. She had been wondering who had sent the letter. Now that Qin Shuhuai had spoken, she reacted.

Someone in the Northern Yan Palace who knows her very well... and knows almost all of her private affairs...

Qin Peng couldn't help but tremble slightly. Zhao Yu noticed it, but his expression didn't change. He lowered his head and stared at Qin Peng's expression, and slowly said: "What do you mean?"

"I have searched Liu Shiyun, and she has recorded everything." Qin Shuhuai said calmly, "Zhao Yu, I already know everything you have done, so there is no need to pretend."

"oh?"

Zhao Yu finally reacted. He raised his head and looked at Qin Shuhuai with a smile in his eyes: "What did I do? What did I do?"

"It was you who delivered the letter from Beiyan. It was you who made the uncle want to kill her."

"What else?"

"The child that Liu Shiyun is pregnant with is yours. You promised her the position of imperial concubine and used her to frame Peng Peng."

"Liu Shiyun's child is mine..." Zhao Yu sneered, "Do you think I would let my bloodline be born from these lowly people?"

Zhao Yu spoke so frankly that Qin Shuhuai was a little undecided for a moment, wondering if he had guessed wrong.

The sound of horse hooves could be heard faintly from the surroundings. Zhao Yu looked up at the deserted dock and sighed: "Did you catch the county magistrate of Quancheng?"

"Hand over the person and I will let you go back to Beiyan." Qin Shuhuai did not answer his question directly.

Zhao Yu raised his eyebrows: "What if I don't hand it over?"

"I am the emperor of a country!" He raised his voice suddenly, exuding an aura that was completely different from his usual gentle and warm demeanor. He looked down at Qin Shuhuai and said in a cold voice, "What do you think?!"

Qin Shuhuai's expression remained unchanged, he raised his head and looked at Zhao Yu.

"You are the emperor, and you are also the emperor of Northern Yan. When you come to my land of Southern Qi, you must do things according to my words."

"Put her down for me!"

The sound of troops and horses was getting closer, and Zhao Yu laughed out loud when he heard this.

"I have come thousands of miles to get here, do you think I will let her go?! Qin Shuhuai, I tell you, I want to take her back."

"I took her body back seven years ago," Zhao Yu's expression turned cold, "Today, the same thing happened."