Chapter 107 Fate
"What's wrong? Can't the imperial physician cure your injury?" Ling Qingyan asked with a frown.
Pei Wuyou shook his head and lowered his head like a child who had made a mistake. "I lied to you, sister. I'm not going to die. Don't be angry, sister."
Ling Qingyan was so angry that she laughed, "Look at what you said, it's good that you're okay, why should I be angry?"
It sounded as if Ling Qingyan wished he would die.
She's not that vicious.
"I lied because I was afraid that my sister wouldn't come to see me." Pei Wuyou blinked, "Sister, my country remembers me."
"Yes, I know." Ling Qingyan looked into his eyes, "I'm very happy for you."
"After you go back, you must protect yourself and live your life well."
Pei Wuyou looked lonely.
"I don't want to go back."
Ling Qingyan was stunned for a moment, paused, and said, "It can't be because of me."
"Sister is still as smart as ever."
"No, you must go back." Ling Qingyan analyzed his situation like a caring older sister. "Don't get angry right now. Regardless of whether Wei will allow you to stay, even if you stay in Daling, life won't be easy."
"The peaceful days we had before no longer exist." Ling Qingyan laid out the facts ruthlessly.
Now that the prince knows about Pei Wuyou and her, it is absolutely impossible for him to let Pei Wuyou live in Yaohua Palace anymore.
A lot of things have changed.
"And if you stay in Ling Country, you might even lose your life here."
"I may not be able to protect you." Ling Qingyan said.
The little white dog was lying on the ground at his owner's feet, listening with his ears perked up to words he couldn't understand.
"I know." Pei Wuyou's eyes and eyebrows were tinged with a hint of youthful innocence, but upon closer inspection, he could see that he was scheming just in the right way. "So I was just saying that."
"I will go back." Pei Wuyou said reluctantly, "But if I leave, will I ever see my sister again in my lifetime?"
"Maybe." Ling Qingyan smiled and told a white lie, "When our destiny arrives, we will meet again."
fate?
That is something decided by the gods.
But the gods will never be attached to him.
"Okay, I believe in fate."
Believe in the fate you create.
…
The weather was slightly chilly, the clouds were tinged with darkness, blocking the strong sunlight, and the wind was a little cooler than usual.
Today is the birthday of Prince Yong Lingyu.
This was the first time that Prince Yong held a birthday banquet in Beijing.
In the past, when he was at the border, in his own fiefdom, or even in his own place, he did not like to hold these elaborate banquets.
It's nothing more than flattery and gift exchanges.
Very boring.
But this year was different. This year Ling Yu not only held a birthday party, but also a grand one.
Prince Yong was considered the elder, so since Prince Yong had held a banquet, the Crown Prince and Ling Qingyan both wanted to go and congratulate Prince Yong on his birthday.
Ling Qingyan and Ling Zhuoan set off together.
Finally able to leave the palace again, Ling Qingyan felt that the air was sweet.
It’s not that she had a bad life in the palace. If Ling Zhuoan hadn’t done this, Ling Qingyan might not have felt bored even if she stayed in the palace for a month.
But her personal freedom was restricted.
As a result, she was thinking about how to escape all the time every day.
Although I haven't completely escaped Ling Zhuoan's clutches, at least I'm out.
In the carriage, Ling Zhuo'an handed her grapes and said, "Is your sister so happy to go to the emperor's uncle's birthday party?"
"If you were trapped in an area for a long time and were able to get out by chance, you would be so happy." Ling Qingyan replied unhappily.
Ling Zhuoan was not annoyed, as he was used to the girl talking to him in that manner.
Even if Ling Qingyan scolded him, he still thought it sounded nice.
"Your Majesty, please tell me wherever you want to go. I will accompany you. If the court has something important and you really can't get away, you can also ask someone else to accompany you." Ling Zhuoan has a gentle voice and seems very easy to talk to.
No one else can make surveillance sound so nice.
"But I don't want your people to accompany me." Ling Qingyan winked at him.
"That's fine..." Ling Zhuo'an raised the corner of his mouth, "But everything has a price. As long as my sister agrees to be my Crown Princess, you and I can get married later, and the Crown Princess can go wherever she wants."
"Thank you." Ling Qingyan's smile was quite forced.
"Speaking of which, my royal brother has rarely attended the royal uncle's birthday banquet. That old fellow didn't often organize banquets and the like in the past. You said this year's is so different. Why is that?" Ling Zhuo'an narrowed his eyes, waiting for Ling Qingyan's answer.
“Maybe the older people just want the fun.”
Ling Yu was twenty-seven years old, naturally much older than Ling Qingyan, but he was the youngest son of the late emperor. These two people made him sound like an old man half-buried in the ground.
"Yeah, he's so old, but he still wants to be quiet and have fun." Ling Zhuo'an looked at her, "But no matter how I look at it, I feel that the old guy is after my baby."
Ling Qingyan got goosebumps all over her body because of these disgusting words.
"Be normal, my royal brother."
She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she felt that after having sex with Ling Zhuoan, he became even weirder.
Often say some flirty words.
"Come on, why did you save that old guy out of such kindness? If you hadn't saved him, he might have died and wouldn't be such an eyesore anymore."
"You're so old and still thinking about young girls, how shameless." Ling Zhuo'an complained mercilessly, "You're disgusting from head to toe."
It was even more disgusting to think that they still shared the same bloodline.
Ling Qingyan thought about it and felt that Ling Yu was indeed unusually frank in some aspects.
But that face...isn't actually that disgusting.
He can even be considered handsome and elegant. The late emperor must have good genes. Even in his prime, one can still see the heroic spirit of his youth.
The emperor's uncle is much younger than his father, with sharp eyes and eyebrows, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He is more calm than people younger than Ji Yanxing and Pei Wuyou.
"You are so young, so please don't be so harsh with your words, my brother." Ling Qingyan kindly reminded him.
"You care about him?" Ling Zhuoan's eyes were filled with displeasure.
Ling Qingyan:???
Do you have sensitive skin?
It's a sincere suggestion, okay?
"Why does my princess like that old thing? He's old and shameless, and he even lays his hands on his own niece. He's worse than a beast." Ling Zhuoan was angry and said with disgust.
"Aren't you?" Ling Qingyan blurted out.
"How can you compare me with him, my dear sister? I can give you everything you want, and I will definitely live longer than him." Ling Zhuoan sat closer. "Or is it that my dear sister still has those bitches in her heart?"
"My royal sister has been honest with me, how can you still be thinking about someone else?" Ling Zhuoan wiped Ling Qingyan's skin, his eyes following Ling Qingyan's eyes.
Ling Qingyan was really annoyed by what he said, and said in a rage, "Ah, yes, I was thinking about others. I was thinking about the emperor's uncle, Mu Taifu, Ji Yanxing, and Pei Wuyou, who you almost beat to death. I felt bad for them too."
The wind blew through the carriage curtains, ruffling the girl's soft hair and blowing into the carriage where the air pressure suddenly dropped.
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