67 Chapter 67
◎My wife will get tired of it.◎
Xu Qinghe didn't like hearing Xie Qi talk about such unlucky things, so he turned and left. Xie Qi was stunned for a moment, then quickly caught up with him and asked again and again.
She was so annoyed that she said lightly, "Then I'll wait for you." Her voice was so low that it seemed to have been blown away by the wind in the wilderness.
Xie Qi heard it clearly, but it seemed like he didn’t hear it clearly.
She was the most beloved princess in the southern border, with thousands of suitors. Even if she had been married, it was not impossible for her to find a better husband after becoming a widow.
But she actually said she would wait for him?
"...What did you say? Qinghe, say it again?"
Xu Qinghe grew up in pampered surroundings and has always been somewhat overbearing. She has never expressed her feelings so directly.
But Xie Qi pretended not to hear!
She took a deep breath, then stepped on tiptoe and grabbed his ear, shouting in frustration, "I told you I'll wait for you! If you go to the battlefield, I'll wait for you to come back. If you die there, I'll wait for you to come to me in a dream! Is that okay? Did you hear that? Are you satisfied?"
That's fine.
I heard it clearly.
Satisfied.
Xie Qi's mouth curled up a little, and he began to grin foolishly. Later, he was still a little bit unbelieving and asked weakly again: "Not looking for someone else?"
"No." Xu Qinghe let go of him, but he continued to chase her like a three-year-old who wouldn't give up until he got his candy, asking, "Why don't you look for it? Is it because you can't find it? Or do you not want to look for it? Or do you think it's pointless to look for it?"
Xu Qinghe's ears burned with the question, and he stamped his feet, but turned around and refused to answer any more.
He obviously knows the answer, why does he have to ask so many questions?
Xie Qi seemed to be desperate for a definite answer today, so he held the girl's hand again and begged in a low voice, "Just tell me the truth, just one sentence, okay?"
She is the most noble princess in the southern territory. As long as she wants, even if she keeps silent, countless young men will come to her. But Xie Qi just wants to hear the truth from her.
"I can't find you... and I don't want to find you... I only want you, only Xie Qi, and no one else." Xu Qinghe answered resignedly, his voice even lower than before.
Xie Qi couldn't even hear clearly, he only saw her red lips opening and closing back and forth, and judged what the girl said from the shape of her lips.
She said she didn't want anyone else, she only wanted Xie Qi.
Xie Qi's heart was immediately filled with the girl's awkward yet sincere confession. He couldn't help but tighten his arms and hold her in his arms. The latter didn't resist at all, but just let him hold her softly, and even put her arms around his waist.
The two of them hugged each other tightly, looking at the afterglow of the sunset at the edge of the wilderness. Birds were flying high in the orange-red sky, looking so free.
Xu Qinghe leaned softly on the chest of her beloved, her heart feeling sweet as if it was covered with honey.
But she remembered that at the end of that day, the sun had already set and the twilight was spreading in the sky little by little, but Xie Qi said something very solemnly in her ear.
"If there ever comes a day when I die on the battlefield and can't grow old with you, I only hope that you won't be trapped by our past and spend the rest of your life alone in misery."
"You should look forward. There are thousands of men in the world, and there will always be one you like. By then, you will forget me and just pursue the life you want, even if it is with someone else. I am sure I will be in the grave by then..."
He took a long breath, seemingly helpless, yet also somewhat melancholy: "I believe I will be at peace even in the grave."
Xu Qinghe just ignored it at first, and said angrily, "I don't want you to meddle in my business," and ran away, leaving Xie Qi, who looked confused, behind.
But now, alone in this quiet studio, his words rang in her ears again, word for word, exactly the same as she had heard them at the beginning. She even remembered his tone with a hint of melancholy.
Xu Qinghe pushed aside her sleeves and stroked the red jade bracelet on her wrist. In the blink of an eye, her vision blurred and a layer of mist appeared in her eyes, which finally condensed into tears and dripped onto the blood-colored bracelet.
I really don't know how that guy said this so calmly at the time.
He was only a teenager at the time, so how could he say such pessimistic words? He even planned his own funeral arrangements in detail.
But at such a good age, he still told her about the future without him.
The tears in Xu Qinghe's eyes grew heavier, falling down like beads from a broken string, quickly soaking his cuffs.
**
Wei Che is off duty very late tonight.
As the commander of the Imperial Guards, Qi Sheng was carrying out reforms within the Imperial Guards, yet he always had to bring along this dandy young man who had just joined the army.
Others said that it was a favor from His Majesty, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that it was clearly the Emperor finding a door god to support his son-in-law, who had no foundation yet.
Of course, the door god was not referring to Wei Che, but the Duke of Fuguo who was leading the southern border army behind him and was about to return victorious.
He usually finished his shift at twilight hour, when the streets were bustling. But today, it dragged on for an extra hour. Although the streets were still bustling, the donkey meat hotpot shop that Xu Qinghe loved to eat was about to close.
Wei Che walked over quickly and stopped the young man who was about to turn off the fire: "I'll pay ten times the silver, can you make me a few more fires?"
The young man was beaming with joy, but he refused. "I wouldn't open my stall even if you gave me a gold ingot. Just now, a neighbor came to tell me the good news that my wife is pregnant, and I rushed home to check on her. I'm sorry, my dear."
Wei Che was stunned at first, looking at the young man who was about the same age as himself. The young man was already a father, but he had to depend on his wife's mood even for whether he could go to bed. It was really frustrating to compare himself with others.
He sighed to himself, and actually took out a gold ingot from his pocket, and asked only one question: "Do you want to do it?"
The young man stared at the glittering gold ingot and swallowed his saliva. Seeing that the man was well-dressed, he knew that he must be rich or noble, but he never expected that he would be so generous.
He was just feeling ashamed of his boast when he heard the young man say, "To be honest, my wife is picky about food. She only likes your huo bao. But she's not the type to get along with. She has a bad temper. If I don't bring back what she wants, she might not even let me in."
"So, please be flexible, big brother, and make me a cake so I can go home and report. You can take this money back and buy some good nourishment for my sister-in-law, right?"
The people had already set up the ladder this far, so why would the young man refuse to accept it? He quickly added firewood and started to bake the cake again, and finally stuffed it with a full load of fresh donkey meat.
"Not too much, my wife will get tired of it." Wei Che suddenly said, with a bit of pride on his face.
So what if his wife is pregnant? Wait, Qinghe treats him much better now than at the beginning, and it’s just a matter of time before he wins her heart back. Who doesn’t have a chance to be a father?
Prince Wei took the hot bread with a smile, put it in his arms, mounted his horse, and rode quickly back to the mansion.
When he entered the yard, he keenly noticed that there were fewer wisteria flowers on the shelf, only a few sparse flowers left, and there was not a single petal on the ground. It was obvious that the flowers did not fall naturally, but were picked and used elsewhere.
He suddenly remembered Xu Qinghe's inaudible words yesterday, "I'll save some for you next time." Could it be that because she knew he bought her steamed buns today, she made wisteria cakes for him?
Wei Che hadn't tasted the delicious Tengluo Cake for a long time, and now his mouth was watering just thinking about it.
However, when he entered the house, he did not see the girl in the side room. When he went into the inner room, he found that she was not on the bed either.
"Where is the princess?" Could it be that she went to the kitchen to make cakes for him personally?
Although he also wanted to eat the cakes she made, her hands were used for painting after all. What would happen if she got hurt in the kitchen?
Fortunately, the little maid's reply quickly dispelled his worries: "The princess is in the studio."
I'm glad he didn't go to the kitchen. Wei Che breathed a sigh of relief at first, but then felt a little disappointed. He couldn't help but think of the way Xu Qinghe treated Wei Ming in the past, always smiling and handing him a box of cakes, asking about his well-being.
But when it comes to him, there is nothing.
He comforted himself in his heart that the changes now were already very good, and he must not be greedy, but take it slow and let the girl slowly realize his good points. After all, she had taken the initiative to save some Tengluo cakes for him, didn't she?
He thought Xu Qinghe was just painting out of boredom, but when Wei Che walked in thoughtfully, he found that the girl had fallen asleep on the table.
He walked over reluctantly and picked her up. He looked down at her sleeping face which was still covered with tears and frowned.
He placed the person on the bed in the inner bedroom, and then went out to ask someone to find Nanzhi.
"What did the princess do today?"
Nanzhi is Xu Qinghe's close friend, so she naturally supports her princess. Although she advises the princess not to cling to the past, she has never really thought that Wei Che is the princess's future.
She looked at this prince with a bit of disdain. After all, he was far inferior to the former Young General Xie.
So they just talked about some trivial matters, without touching upon their conversation in the afternoon, and just casually passed that part over.
"...After dinner, the princess went back to the studio to paint until the prince returned."
As soon as she finished speaking, she pretended to be calm and glanced at the man sitting at the table in front of her, only to see that he had slightly narrowed his eyes.
There was a hint of coldness in those eyes that usually always showed a smile. He suddenly laughed, which made people feel cold on their backs.
"Do you think that because you are the most trusted person around her, I won't dare to touch you?"
Nanzhi's knees softened and she knelt unconsciously. After she came to her senses, she immediately straightened her back and tried not to sound panicked: "Nanzhi wouldn't dare."
"You don't dare?" Wei Che's face suddenly turned cold. "I think you dare!"
"——Wei Che." Suddenly, a voice that was not as cold as usual came from the inner room.
Xu Qinghe pushed open the tightly closed door of the inner room and walked out. Her black hair was slightly messy and her eyes were still swollen, but she had a different kind of charm.
Wei Che's anger subsided, but he still curled his lips: "Why, seeing me making things difficult for your precious maid, you rushed over to rescue her?"
For a moment, he felt a little sad. This girl had never cared so much about him before.
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