"Fu Chuan!" Yu Jiao was annoyed, her chest rising and falling slightly.
The guilt she had been feeling for many years had been tormenting her. When facing her senior brother, she always felt soft-hearted unconsciously and didn't want to hurt him, but she couldn't help herself at this moment.
Cheng Ying touched her sore left cheek with the tip of her tongue, but she was not annoyed. Instead, she laughed softly.
"You are more lively this way." He stepped back and distanced himself from Yu Jiao. "The Yu Jiao I know is never a clay figure without temper. Jiaojiao, you can be yourself in front of me."
Yu Jiao curled her fingers slightly, not knowing how to respond to Cheng Ying's words, so she simply kept silent.
Cheng Ying raised his head to reveal his slender neck, his feminine eyebrows slightly drooped, and the usual oppressive feeling was gone. He leaned lazily against the wall of the car, rubbed his left cheek slowly with his cold and slender knuckles, and stared at Yu Jiao with deep and intense eyes.
He didn't want to reveal his anxiety in front of Yu Jiao, but he couldn't control it.
She was clearly trapped by him, but he still had a feeling that he could lose her at any time.
Maybe this feeling was not wrong, because her heart was not with him at all.
Cheng Ying once had a despicable thought about taking advantage of her guilt to demand things from her. She was a person with a strong sense of morals, just like his death in her previous life, which made her obsessed with it for so many years.
He did the same when they first met, but it seemed that this guilt could not overwhelm her true love for Yu Qizhe.
When this guilt is exhausted, she should leave him without any hesitation.
Cheng Ying's eyes darkened. He wanted to take her away as soon as possible, to a place where Yu Qizhe would no longer be there, where no one else would come between them. It would be just them facing each other day and night, just like when they were in their teacher's clinic, with only the two of them.
It was already midnight when they returned to the house. When getting off the carriage, Cheng Ying handed her hand to Yu Jiao, but Yu Jiao dodged and jumped off the carriage holding the shaft.
Cheng Ying glanced at her back as she walked quickly towards the backyard, curled her lips into a faint smile, cupped her empty palms, and walked towards the study with self-mockery.
Xia Ning had been waiting for him in the study for a long time. When he saw Cheng Ying coming over, he said respectfully, "Master, there is news from the capital."
Cheng Ying looked at the mailbox on the table. He walked to the armchair and sat down. He opened the letter and looked at it. He looked unsurprised. He handed the note to Xia Ning.
Xia Ning took a quick glance and saw that Gu Yun had led his troops back to the capital. He and Yu Qizhe went to the palace to discuss the attack on Xianyang with the emperor. The emperor was shaken.
"Governor, should we leave early?" Xia Ning put down the note and asked.
Cheng Ying picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, saying indifferently: "Ji Wudao should also be of use to him."
Liu Ziqi had already ascended the throne as emperor, and the upright ministers had repeatedly requested him to resign. Zhu Kuang was not important to him. But if Zhu Kuang fell into Ji Wudao's hands, it would be a different story. Ji Wudao's unwarranted cause would become legitimate.
Since Liu Ziqi was unwilling to trade with him, he would change to another person.
He added a weight to the ante - the thunder in Xianyang City, Ji Wudao couldn't remain indifferent.
After writing the letter, Cheng Ying blew away the ink and handed it to Xia Ning. Xia Ning whistled to call a carrier pigeon, tied the letter tube to the pigeon's leg, and released it into the night sky.
He was silent for a long time, but finally asked what was hidden in his heart: "Du Gong, why don't you fight with them for that position?"
In Xia Ning's opinion, the Zhu family's bloodline was not that noble, and Duke Du's skills and talents were enough to cover up the flaw that he was a eunuch. It was not a bad idea for Cheng Ying to sit on the throne of the emperor.
"If you want to fight, what can they do to you?" It was obvious that the Duke of Du had been in control of the government for so many years and could easily seize the military power, eliminate dissidents, and make the entire court serve him. However, the Duke of Du did not do so. He allowed Liu Yu to raise Liu Ziqi and allowed them to become more powerful.
Cheng Ying pressed her fingertips against her forehead and smiled softly, "Xia Ning, in your eyes, is someone like me worthy of being the emperor and ruling the world? The common people will suffer."
Xia Ning almost immediately replied, "You won't." He said with a firm and resolute tone, "If you want to be a wise ruler, you will govern the world very well."
Cheng Ying's smile deepened, but his gorgeous phoenix eyes were filled with boundless fatigue. He said slowly: "It's hard for you to look at me like this, but I don't like it. The country and power have never been my thing. I've been a walking corpse for so many years, I'm really tired."
For so many years, he walked alone in the endless darkness and was in great pain.
What does it matter if he has great power? He just wants to stay with Jiaojiao, make up for the regrets of two lives, and live out the rest of his life.
"But the governor did not fight, and was forced to cross the sea to Jiaxing." Xia Ning's face was cold and hard. Even Yu Qizhe dared to say that he wanted to kill the governor. What was he? If the governor had not voluntarily given up his power to trick Zhu Kuang to Xianyang, allowing Liu Yu and Liu Ziqi to toss and turn, and get the throne, they would have to carefully conceal their identities and hide in a corner.
"Miss Yu may not be willing to cross the sea. Life on the island is hard after all. It can't compare to the prosperity and wealth in the capital." Xia Ning said unwillingly.
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