Chapter 121 Don’t mention the past events!
Su Xianrou suddenly woke up from a nightmare with the sound of dripping copper clock.
The aftereffects of the tranquilizing soup were still lingering through her limbs, but cold sweat was oozing from her fingertips.
In the dream, the handsome face of her husband who had always been humble and respectful to her gradually became blurred. When he turned around, the Shura pattern on the neck of the Beicang assassin suddenly overlapped and turned into the fangs and sharp teeth of a snow wolf, disturbing her throat with a fishy taste.
She sat up suddenly, and the quilt slid down to her waist.
"Morning dew?"
She called out softly, but saw her personal maid Chaolu leaning against the bedpost, seemingly fast asleep. Her usually alert features were now blurry.
This girl usually works hard and rarely sleeps so soundly.
The window in the outer room creaked, as if blown open by the night wind, lifting the gauze curtain in the inner room, and she suddenly shivered.
"Morning dew, morning dew?"
She put on her clothes and got out of bed, pushing Chaolu, but still no movement.
"Ningshuang?" There was no sound from the outer hall.
"They've been poisoned by the mist and pine resin. They won't wake up for a while!"
A deep voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Su Xianrou held her pounding heart and turned around suddenly:
"who?"
The curtains moved without wind, and a figure was standing in front of her bed.
"Don't be afraid, Rou'er, it's me!"
The dim candlelight flickered, and the wrinkles at the corners of Helian Cong's eyes were smoothed out by the soft light, and one could vaguely see his handsome appearance in fine clothes and on a horse twenty years ago. However, after many years of political career, there was a bit more imperial majesty and melancholy between his brows.
Su Xianrou clenched the hem of her clothes with her fingertips, and the shock in her eyes lasted only a moment before turning into a cold frost like a glacier in December:
"What are you doing here in the middle of the night? Why did you knock my maid unconscious?"
Helian Cong strode forward, his dragon robe sweeping across the moonlight on the ground, and the eagerness in his eyes almost burned her:
"Rou'er, I just want to...see you!"
"shut up!"
Su Xianrou took a step back and turned her head away from his outstretched hand:
"More than twenty years ago, I told you clearly that from the day I married Bei Cheng, you and I had nothing to do with each other anymore!"
"But...Rou'er!" Helian Cong's throat rolled:
"You and I clearly loved each other first! Have you forgotten the promise we made to be together for eternity, never to be separated..."
"Don't mention the past anymore!"
"Rou'er, back then, the Emperor insisted on making your sister the Crown Princess simply because you were born to a maid... If I marry you, I'll be making an enemy of the entire Imperial Family!"
Su Xianrou sneered: "So, I quit!"
"Rou'er, you know! I refused to respond at that time, and would rather give up the throne and take you far away! But you turned around and married Xiao Beicheng!"
Su Xianrou's originally gentle face also had a hint of annoyance:
"Helian Cong, after all these years, you still haven't let it go? Back then, you were the Crown Prince, yet you wanted to run away with me, a concubine's daughter born to a servant. We left easily, but did you ever consider the consequences? The reputation of the Su family and the dignity of your royal family will not tolerate us transgressing like this! And my sister also... loves you deeply."
Su Xianrou took a deep breath, forcing back the tears that were gradually welling up in her eyes:
"You want me to share a husband with my own sister? I can't do that!"
Helian Cong grabbed her wrist with astonishing force:
"Do you know that on the day you married Xiao Beicheng, I sat by the Taiye Lake from sunrise to sunset? There was a moment when I wanted to jump in and end it all..."
“That’s enough!”
Su Xianrou suddenly pulled her hand back:
"The past is the past! My sister loves you so much, but you are so focused on me. She is your future Crown Princess, how can she feel? How can the Prime Minister's Mansion gain a foothold in the court?"
Helian Cong's face turned pale instantly, as if someone had poured a basin of cold water on his head:
"You clearly know that you are the only one in my heart..."
"But in my heart, there is only Bei Cheng..."
Her voice suddenly softened, but it was sharper than a sword:
"He knew we were in a relationship, yet he still married me in a sedan chair carried by eight men, honoring me with the rituals of the Tianqi Emperor. He would plant pear blossom trees all over my yard, and hold me in his arms all night long when I have nightmares... But you? You would only make me cry my eyes out in the middle of the night, and make me the target of public criticism!"
Helian Cong's body shook violently, and he held onto the edge of the bed. His lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a word.
"Back then, you, me, Bei Cheng, and my sister, we knew each other since childhood. This fate, after all the twists and turns, was destined by heaven. My sister loves you, but you love me, and Bei Cheng loves me too. He can give you the happiness you can't give me!"
When Xiao Beicheng was mentioned, Su Xianrou's eyes suddenly turned cold, and her fingertips pinched her palm fiercely:
"The day his coffin was pulled back to the Prince Regent's Palace, he still had the amulet I embroidered on his chest. If it weren't for Yan'er, I would have followed him that day! He had already lost his father, I didn't want him to lose his mother, and I didn't want him to live in hatred!"
Su Xianrou's eyes suddenly became sharp:
"Helian Cong, you keep saying you love me, but now you have a lot of children. How can you compare with Bei Cheng?"
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