Li Zhaoxian also saw Song Tangxue's actions, snorted coldly, and said with a deep and sullen expression: "You are my Crown Princess, what are you pretending to be now, a virtuous and chaste woman? What are you trying to prove by being a whore?"
Song Tangxue propped herself up to sit up, slightly out of breath: "I remember saying many times that I didn't want to marry you, but you insisted on forcing me. Now you're blaming me for being ungrateful?"
Li Zhaoxian still remembered those words, but he thought they were Song Tangxue's way of playing hard to get. However, married life slapped him hard several times, and Song Tangxue's rejection at this moment was almost self-destructive.
Now he had no choice but to believe it. Li Zhaoxian found it hard to accept this fact. In the first half of his life, he had been a smooth and successful crown prince. It was hard for him to accept that he had suddenly encountered this person.
"Was everything you said before true?" Seeing Song Tangxue's current resistance, Li Zhaoxian had no choice but to accept a fact that was difficult for him to accept.
Song Tangxue sneered, raising her eyes to look at him firmly, her gaze full of mockery: "What do you think?"
Ambiguous words can sometimes be a valid answer. Li Zhaoxian couldn't accept this gap, and even more so, he couldn't accept that he had been deceiving himself in the past.
He originally thought that Song Tangxue was someone who would always be waiting behind him, and that no matter when, as long as he turned around, she would definitely be there.
When he finally turned around, the figure that was within reach had long since vanished. In that instant, he seemed to understand that he had completely detached himself from Song Tangxue's world.
Li Zhaoxian took a step forward, and Song Tangxue immediately placed the knife in front of her, the cold blade pointing directly at Li Zhaoxian. Behind the blade were Song Tangxue's wolf-like, cold eyes, vigilantly observing his every move.
Li Zhaoxian's eyes flickered uncertainly. Looking at the sharp blade before him, he looked up at Song Tangxue and asked, "Was all that admiration you said before just a lie? Were all those vows of eternal love just empty words?"
He believed her so sincerely.
Ever since Song Tangxue returned to the manor, she had followed behind Li Zhaoxian and Song Tangli. At that time, she was like a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy, coming and going as she was summoned.
She didn't know when it started, but Song Tangxue had changed. She knew it, but she just didn't want to believe it. This feeling of being out of control.
Song Tangxue lowered her eyes, staring at the short, sharp dagger. The flickering yellow candlelight made the blade gleam: "That Song Tangxue is dead."
He died from the torment he had endured day after day in his previous life.
The grief in his words was overwhelming, and when Li Zhaoxian looked at the person in front of him, it was as if he had personally experienced the catastrophe of death.
"How old are you?" Li Zhaoxian sighed softly. He had treated Song Tangxue too badly in the past, which gave people this misconception. "I have said that I will not do it again."
Only Li Zhaoxian was self-satisfied.
Song Tangxue scoffed coldly, the sorrow in her heart stirred by this topic. The wind in the cold palace was biting cold, and the hearts of people in the palace were hidden behind their skin. Those ten years of living hell were like a nightmare, deeply engraved in her mind and could not be erased.
And now the culprit behind all this stands before her, spouting empty words and grand pronouncements. The damage has been done, and no matter how much it is repaired, there will always be a rift that can never be crossed.
"Let bygones be bygones." Li Zhaoxian's words were light and airy, but Song Tangxue's heart was like a duckweed without roots, lifted high by the wind, floating in the air, drifting aimlessly.
How ridiculous! In the blink of an eye, life and death separate us, and all we get in return is the phrase "it's all in the past."
"Get lost." Song Tangxue's eyes were cold, her words like ice, as she looked at the man's condescending face, which slowly overlapped with her past life.
He was high above everyone else, but in this life, Song Tangli was no longer by his side.
Li Zhaoxian was clearly stunned, and a surge of anger welled up in his heart. He didn't need Song Tangxue. What was she being so arrogant about? He was the Crown Prince. Who dared to give him attitude?
Li Zhaoxian gritted his teeth, filled with resentment: "A woman follows her husband after marriage. This is a principle passed down from our ancestors. You are so ungrateful. You will suffer the consequences sooner or later."
Li Zhaoxian stormed off with a dark expression, his anger palpable. Shan Xing, standing at the door, raised his hand in confusion but was glared at by Li Zhaoxian before falling silent and following behind.
The lantern sea receded into the distance and disappeared on the bluestone road in front of her. Cui Xi breathed a sigh of relief from the inside out, while the palace servants guarding the door looked worried.
Cuiyi leaned closer: "Sister Cuixi, has Her Majesty displeased the Crown Prince? What should we do?"
Cui Xi glanced at her sideways: "This is the Crown Prince's residence. Haven't you learned your lesson from what happened with the Crown Princess? Be careful, walls have ears."
Cuiyi raised her hand and slapped herself: "It was this servant who spoke out of turn."
Cui Xi pushed open the door and entered the room: "It's good that you know you were wrong. Close the main hall door to prevent the wind from getting in."
The two eunuchs at the door were reluctant to leave. Ever since the prince left, they had been craning their necks like giraffes, watching outside, hoping to see if the prince would return.
When the Crown Prince first arrived, the entire palace was filled with joy, but now they all look like wilted eggplants, all listless and dejected.
Xiao Xizi went over and closed the door himself, then took the two eunuchs back to be disciplined. Inside Chang Le Palace, Song Tangxue was the true mistress.
As soon as Cui Xi entered the room, Song Tangxue looked over warily. The dagger gleamed with a cold white light under the moonlight, and Song Tangxue's wrist was even whiter than the moonlight.
Upon seeing it was her, she put down the dagger in her hand. Cui Xi quickly stepped forward to help her up, her hand icy cold.
Song Tangxue then carefully put the dagger and porcelain jar away from her body. Cuixi turned off the light, and the room was filled with moonlight. Song Tangxue closed her eyes slightly, and her fingers trembled slightly.
That was a lingering shadow from a past life. Fortunately, I was lucky in this life and met the person I had been longing for day and night.
In the following days, although Li Zhaoxian did not arrive in person, the gifts he sent were delivered to Chang Le Palace in an endless stream, as if he were trying to compete with Song Tangxue.
Or perhaps it's about saving face.
Song Tangxue pawned all the things that were sent to her. She felt safer with hard-earned money on her person, and those impractical things in the room only annoyed her.
Today's gift is a red coral bestowed by the Emperor. It is said to be a tribute from a foreign land, and the Crown Prince specially went to His Majesty to request it and present it to Song Tangxue.
The emperor gave it to Song Tangxue without hesitation when he heard it was a gift from the emperor. However, this imperial gift could not be exchanged for money, which gave Song Tangxue a headache.
Shan Xing, who was standing next to her, couldn't stop smiling: "This was specially requested by the Crown Prince for the Empress. This is the only one that the Western Kingdom has offered."
Their eyes were practically overflowing with envy; it was an unparalleled honor. Most importantly, His Majesty and the Empress Dowager were both present and bestowed it upon her, which was enough to show how much the Crown Princess was favored by the royal family.
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