Qin Shuhuai tightened the reins and rushed towards Wei Mansion.

A light drizzle began to fall on the road. Jiang Chun followed behind Qin Shuhuai and said anxiously, "Master, slow down!"

Qin Shuhuai didn't say anything. His mind was full of Qin Peng's appearance.

The first time I saw her, in the Huguo Temple, she had a similar dignified demeanor, and her behavior was similar to Zhao Peng's for so long.

It's not that he hadn't thought about whether she and Zhao Peng had some kind of relationship, but the timing of her appearance was too subtle. At first he mistakenly thought that she was imitating Zhao Peng to confuse him, and he followed her ulterior motives, so he guessed wrong step by step and thought she was Jiang Yi.

Should have thought of it earlier.

If she was really Qin Peng, really Jiang Yi, why could she face him so calmly?

Even though he was a political enemy, even though he harmed her entire family, she never showed too extreme love or hate towards him.

"The princess doesn't seem to have any hostile intentions towards me?"

"Although I am a princess, my life in the palace is not very good..."

"Lu You, live well, so that you can avenge Qin Shuhuai for killing me."

How could Jiang Yi have no hostility?

How could Jiang Yi say "Although I am a princess" so easily?

When Lu You appeared, it was not only Jiang Yi who overlapped, but also Zhao Peng.

When Wang Ke appeared, it was not only Jiang Yi who overlapped, but also Zhao Peng.

Recalling that Qin Peng said, "This is the only way to avenge Qin Shuhuai's killing of me," did she have the intention to kill? Did she have hatred?

no.

She had no hatred for her death, and the look on her face when she said this was more likely to encourage Lu You to live a better life rather than hoping that he would avenge her.

But except for Zhao Peng, in the eyes of others, it was probably him who killed her.

If it wasn't Zhao Peng, if it wasn't Zhao Peng who knew clearly why he fed the poison into her mouth that year, how could she be so indifferent to an enemy who killed her with her own hands?

Because she knew what she had experienced that year, even though he fed the poison into her mouth with his own hands, she still did not think it was his fault.

But why didn't she come to him?

Qin Shuhuai arrived at the backyard of the Wei Mansion and climbed over the wall directly to the door of Qin Peng's room.

However, when he got here, Qin Shuhuai lost all his courage in an instant.

He kept thinking to himself, since he was back, why didn't she come to see him?

It's not like she doesn't know him.

As they talked, she clearly remembered the past in her words. She once said that she understood Qin Shuhuai.

She remembered him, and there was even tenderness in her eyes occasionally, as if she was seeing the past just by looking at him. Then why, what was the reason, that made her not come to find him?

Qin Shuhuai stood in the courtyard and stopped there.

The rain was falling lightly, and he looked at the gate blankly, thinking about Liu Shuyan's words.

"Even if she comes back, she won't love you anymore."

Thinking about what Qin Peng said when he thought he was Liu Shuyan.

"The person Qin Peng loves most in his life is Wei Yang."

After her death, she was reincarnated as Qin Peng.

She fell in love with Wei Yang and devoted herself to him for ten years.

He knows Zhao Peng too well. With someone like Zhao Peng, once things are over, they are over. She doesn't love you anymore. She has a new life. You are just a cloud in her past. If you force yourself to get close to her, she will just stay away from you.

He felt a little confused, and the moment he parted the fog and saw the truth, he couldn't even cry.

It was already the time when the morning star usually came up, and Qin Peng woke up from his dream.

She vaguely dreamed that when she was young, Qin Shuhuai helped her with her homework and taught her how to write after class.

He was behind her, as if embracing her, holding her hand, writing his name word by word, then her name.

She turned her head and her lips brushed his cheek. He stood there in a daze, with surprise in his clear eyes.

The look, which was filled with a hint of joy and surprise and as clean as the autumn sky, softened her heart.

She woke up from her dream and felt a little depressed. Everyone was still asleep at that time. She put on her coat, opened the door and went out. She yawned and wanted to find Bai Zhi to chat. However, when she looked up, she saw Qin Shuhuai standing there.

He was wearing the clothes he wore when he was a teenager, a light blue gauze jacket over a white shirt, his hair was half tied up with a blue headband, and he looked very youthful.

The rain soaked his whole body, but he seemed unaware of it. He stood in the courtyard without saying a word.

Qin Peng was a little surprised: "Prince?"

Qin Shuhuai raised his head and looked at Qin Peng's face, with some confusion and suspicion in his eyes.

How could it be Zhao Peng?

He thought.

It can't be.

It can't be her.

But his mind repeatedly told him that he could no longer not believe it just because he couldn't believe it.

So he finally spoke.

"Have you ever heard of Frost Flower, Princess?"

"Frost flower?"

Qin Peng was a little confused, as if it was the first time he heard such words, and his expression was not hypocritical at all.

Qiongzhou Frost Flowers, when Jiang Yi first met me, she introduced me as coming from the place where frost flowers bloom.

Jiang Yi knew about Shuanghua, but Qin Peng in front of her knew nothing about it.

He could no longer deceive himself.

He looked at Qin Peng. The person in front of him seemed to be the people from that year superimposed on each other, standing in front of him alive.

He didn't know what emotions he was feeling; joy, pain, despair, sadness, countless emotions mixed together.

After six years, he finally saw her again.

She stood in front of him alive and well, even better than before.

But she looked at him calmly, without hatred or love, as if he were a stranger.

He didn't dare to speak.

He was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would disturb the dream and the person in front of him would be reduced to ashes in front of him.

He felt that confirming the other person's identity was like a spell that would shatter this dream.

If he said, Zhao Peng, is that you?

Perhaps there will be a more cruel answer, no.

She obviously is, but she won't tell you. She may even hide further away after finding out you know her identity, and you may never find her again if you are not careful.

But countless voices were roaring in his heart, and he wanted to ask her, Zhao Peng, do you have a conscience?

I watched him struggle for six years without any help.

Watching him sinking into a sea of ​​suffering, unable to extricate himself, he was still able to live happily and peacefully as another person.

Zhao Peng, have you really let it go?

For the sake of Wei Yang, does Qin Shuhuai's existence no longer have any meaning?

Are there no traces left of the times when he loved and hated you in your life?

"My Lord," Qin Peng frowned when he saw Qin Shuhuai remained silent for a long time, "What's the point of visiting you so late at night? Why don't I invite my uncle to come and have a long talk with you all night long?"

"I had a dream."

Qin Shuhuai looked at her and finally spoke. Qin Peng frowned but still listened patiently. She knew that Qin Shuhuai never talked nonsense.

"My first wife is Zhao Peng. I love her very much."

Qin Shuhuai stared at her. Qin Peng listened with some ripples in his eyes. Qin Shuhuai looked at the slight ripples in her eyes and felt distressed. He spoke in a hoarse voice and continued, "Later, she died."

“That’s a shame.”

Qin Peng spoke calmly. Qin Shuhuai was speechless for a moment.

At this moment, he finally understood that perhaps for Qin Peng, this was already a past that had long been severed. She was Qin Peng, no longer Zhao Peng.

During this period of the past, he was the only one who struggled and indulged in it.

No matter how preciously he sealed it or how well he protected it, for this person, he no longer wants it.

He couldn't say the rest of the words. He lowered his eyes and clenched his fists: "Princess, did you love anyone else before General Wei?"

Qin Peng didn't expect him to ask this question. She didn't want to answer. However, looking at Qin Shuhuai's outfit, she couldn't help but think of those eyes like the autumn sky.

She leaned against the door frame and said slowly, "Maybe there was."

"If, I mean if," Qin Shuhuai raised his head, clenched his fists, and said hoarsely: "If he shows up now, will the princess still marry him?"

Qin Peng didn't say anything. She was thinking, now that she was the eldest princess and the wife of the Wei family, what Qin Shuhuai said could it be that he found someone that Qin Peng's original body liked and wanted to arrange this marriage?

The original body did like a man from a small family, but it was just a casual crush when she was young. Compared with Wei Yang, it could not be considered love at all.

The threat posed to Qin Shuhuai by a princess who marries a minister from a minor family and a princess who might marry an important official are simply not at the same level.

Qin Peng guessed Qin Shuhuai's intention and said slowly, "Of course not."

"Why?"

"My Lord," Qin Peng sighed, "I have been married to Ah Yang for almost eleven years."

"From the moment I fell in love with Ah Yang," Qin Peng turned his head and looked at the vague outline of the mountain in the distance, and continued with a sad tone: "I let go of that feeling."

"That person and I, in this lifetime, will never see each other again, never recognize each other, and never get close to each other. This is probably the best destination for the feelings of youth."

"What should he do?"

Qin Shuhuai trembled in his voice: "If he still loves you..."

"Then ask him to forget it."

Qin Peng cut the nails and cut the iron, and Qin Shuhuai was speechless for a moment.

After a long time, he finally uttered his last struggle: "But, it was obviously him who met you first, and he fell in love with you first..."

"I am grateful that he accompanied me through the most difficult years," Qin Peng said calmly, "but when it comes to love, the most important thing is not who the first person is, but who the last person is."

"I am grateful to him, but that's all."

Qin Shuhuai was speechless.

The person in front of her had a very calm expression the entire time, and no matter what he talked about, it didn't cause her the slightest bit of agitation.

She really had let it go long ago, just as she said.

She has loved Wei Yang for eleven years.

He suppressed all impulses, he knew he couldn't think at all.

Seeing that he remained silent, Qin Peng reminded him, "Prince, if you have anything to say, just tell me. You didn't come here so late at night just to talk to me, did you?"

Qin Shuhuai didn't dare to think about anything anymore.

His one wish, and only one wish.

He wanted to keep her.

He suppressed all his emotions and walked forward, stopping in front of Qin Peng.

There was a chill in his aura, which made Qin Peng frown.

He noticed it and took another step back.

"Prince?"

"I'm sorry I poisoned you before." Qin Shuhuai took out a bottle from his arms and handed it to Qin Peng: "This is the amount for this month. I'll have someone prepare an antidote for you right away. You'll be fine."

Qin Peng didn't say anything. She took the bottle and looked at Qin Shuhuai with half belief and half doubt. She always felt that Qin Shuhuai was a weasel wishing a happy new year to a chicken, and he had bad intentions.

Looking at Qin Peng's suspicious eyes, Qin Shuhuai felt bitter and sour in his heart.

He smiled with difficulty and said in a hoarse voice: "I dreamed of Peng Peng tonight, and I felt a little sad. You look a lot like her, and I have an unwelcome request."

"Um?"

"Your Highness," he trembled slightly, "Can you let me hug you?"

"Want to hug me?" Qin Peng raised his eyebrows, thinking Qin Shuhuai's words were a little funny, and joked: "Leave the position of chief judge of this year's science examination to me, and I will let you hug me."

Qin Peng had been thinking about this for a long time, and this was a test to see what Qin Shuhuai meant by this position.

How could a hug be related to such a serious matter? Qin Peng just wanted to mock him, saying that Zhao Peng was very important, but in front of power, he was nothing more than that.

However, as soon as she finished speaking, the other party pulled her into his arms.

He said hoarsely: "Okay."

The freshness and warmth of the person in his arms made his life, which had gradually dried up over the past six years and was now almost exhausted, finally have some warmth again.

He hugged this person tightly, and tears finally fell under the fumigation of this temperature.

How he wanted to tell her.

I will give you whatever you want.

Even if it's the whole world, even if it's Qin Shuhuai's life, I'll give it to you.

"Don't go any further."

He spoke hoarsely, with a tearful voice: "Pengpeng, don't leave me, don't leave again."