The kiss was domineering and gentle. Jiang Jingchuan, with great patience, methodically pried open Tu Qingyu's teeth bit by bit.
The girl's body was too immature and she couldn't stand his teasing at all.
Tu Qingyu's body quickly went limp and he could only make faint whimpers.
She opened her eyes and tears fell down.
When Jiang Jingchuan let go of her mouth and was about to move on, she choked and whispered, "No... Your Highness, no..."
This thin voice went straight into Jiang Jingchuan's heart. He stood up and looked at the person with red eyes from crying.
He reached out and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips.
"Why are you crying? Wouldn't it be better to stay in the palace?"
Tu Qingyu sobbed, "Your Highness, I, I'm promised to someone outside the palace."
Jiang Jingchuan nodded, "I know."
"You know?" Tu Qingyu raised his head, his eyes full of confusion.
"You are promising your cousin from your aunt's family."
"Burp..." Tu Qingyu burped and immediately covered his mouth in shock.
Jiang Jingchuan reached out and rubbed her head, "I heard it, don't cover it."
Tu Qingyu finally put down her hand. She looked at the man seriously and said, "Thank you for your love, Your Highness, but I've already promised to marry you. My cousin is a very good person..."
At this point, she lowered her head shyly, "I, this servant likes my cousin very much."
"Really?" Jiang Jingchuan's expression was unfathomable. "How much do you like him?"
"I have been with my cousin since I was little. He would take me out to play and would save money for pens and ink to buy me food. My aunt and mother told me very early on that when I grew up, I would marry my cousin.
If it weren’t for…”
"If your father had not passed away and your family had no means of support, you would not have entered the palace to become a maid, right?"
Tu Qingyu raised his head, and his big eyes almost said, "Your Highness, how did you know?"
"Your cousin has already gotten married on June 13th last year. It was a good day." Jiang Jingchuan said calmly.
"Your Highness, what are you talking about?" Tu Qingyu forced an ugly smile, "This is impossible, Your Highness, stop talking nonsense."
How could my cousin get married? They are already engaged, and my mother would not agree.
Jiang Jingchuan looked at the distressed little girl, not caring whether she could bear it or not, and continued: "Your mother passed away on the sixth day of March last year, but they just kept it from you."
Tu Qingyu froze there, tears still hanging in the corners of his eyes, his eyes motionless.
Jiang Jingchuan thought she was feeling uncomfortable, but when he looked closely, he found that she was not breathing.
He quickly patted the little girl on the back, "Qingyu! Qingyu—inhale, Qingyu—"
After four or five slaps, Tu Qingyu finally recovered, gasping for breath.
Her slender fingers tightly grasped Jiang Jingchuan, so tightly that her fingertips turned white, but her eyes stared at him without blinking.
"Your Highness, you are joking, right?"
"Your Highness, this kind of thing is not something you can joke about... This is not funny at all..."
Although he was joking, the tears in his eyes flowed even more violently than before.
Big drops, like pearls that had broken off the string, fell on the quilt and disappeared, leaving only a small puddle of water.
Jiang Jingchuan admitted that he felt heartbroken, but he did not regret it.
She must know about this. The longer she doesn't know, the more she will miss her heartless cousin.
He doesn't allow it.
The reason why she told the other party the news of her mother's death so quickly was that she didn't want the other party's mind to be occupied by the matter of her cousin getting married.
She cried silently, and for the first time, the Crown Prince, who was always in control of the situation, felt what it meant to be helpless.
He could only keep a serious face and gently pat her back to comfort her.
After half an hour, seeing that the little girl was still crying, he couldn't help but said, "Stop crying!"
If you cry any more, your eyes will be broken.
Tu Qingyu ignored him, so he said it again, this time in a harsher voice.
"You..." Tu Qingyu looked up at him and said in a choked voice, "You are bad! Get out... I, I don't want to see you..."
Jiang Jingchuan frowned and almost blurted out "outrageous".
I lowered my eyes and saw that the little girl was crying so sadly that her eyes and nose were all red.
He sighed, "Then I'll go out. Be good. If you can stop crying later, I promise you that when you feel better, I'll take you out of the palace to see a doctor."
When Tu Qingyu heard the word "leave the palace", she even forgot to cry. She looked at him, as if to confirm whether he was serious.
Jiang Jingchuan bent his fingers and gently tapped her forehead.
"I always keep my word. You can do whatever you want."
After saying that, he stood up and left.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to accompany Tu Qingyu. Firstly, she has already said that she doesn’t want to see him, and secondly, he feels really bad when he sees the little girl crying.
Both distressed and upset.
Feeling upset, I could only leave, out of sight, out of mind.
After everyone in the hall had left and the door was closed, Tu Qingyu collapsed on the bed, still sobbing on the surface.
I was already chatting with Dabao in my mind, "How is it? Has my acting improved?"
Dabao: "Yes, yes, yes, my little master is really the chosen actress. Really, your acting makes me feel heartbroken!"
She looked so tearful that even the early heroines of qynn couldn't cry like her.
Tu Qingyu nodded in his heart, "I also think I performed very well today. Isn't the prince going to be fascinated by me?"
"By the way, give me some spiritual fluid. My eyes are sore from crying for so long."
"Here, here you go."
As soon as Dabao finished speaking, a small jade bottle appeared above the bed.
This spiritual liquid comes from the spring in the Jie Zi space. Because she experienced the thunder tribulation and the magic weapon took her through time and space, the Jie Zi space was damaged.
The spiritual spring, which was originally very large, now only drips a few dozen drops every day.
Dabao can only collect these dozens of drops in a bottle in the space.
However, for a world like this with little spiritual energy, a few dozen drops are enough.
Once enough luck is collected and the magic weapon is repaired, the spiritual spring should be able to return.
She didn't want to get up at all, she just opened her mouth and said, "Dabao, show off in my mouth."
"Okay, little master."
The bottle was opened, and the spiritual liquid fell accurately into Tu Qingyu's open mouth.
A sweet and spiritual liquid flowed through his body, and Tu Qingyu was revived with full blood.
She felt she could perform it for another ten or so shows.
After a while, she stopped sobbing.
After all, the prince said that if she stopped crying for a while, he would take her out of the palace.
Although she doesn't care, her character cannot be ruined.
The next day, the first thing the prince did after the morning court was to see her again.
Her eyes were red and misty, but it was obvious that she was trying hard to hold it back.
Seeing the prince come in, after greeting him, she reached out and pulled his sleeve, whispering: "Your Highness, I am already well. I don't know when..."
"alright?"
"Okay, that's it."
"Wait until I have the imperial physician examine you. If he says you are fine, I will take you out of the palace."
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