Chapter 398 The Princess from the Cold Palace Who Was Sent to the Throne (9)
As night fell, the palace lanterns on the palace road lit up one after another, casting long shadows on He Liming and Qingwu.
He Liming held Qingwu's wrist tightly and walked through the winding corridor. His fingertips felt the slenderness of the girl's wrist, and a strange softness surged in his heart.
He Liming brought Qingwu to Longming Palace where the emperor lived.
Only after confirming that the people on guard around him were all his trusted confidants did He Liming's tense back relax a little, and his shoulders under the black crane cloak trembled slightly.
Walking into the hall, the candlelight is dim, and in the swaying light and shadow, the gilded dragon pillar is looming.
He Liming reached out and carefully took off the ebony jade crown on Qingwu's head.
As the jade crown slipped off, the girl's black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and scattered as softly as silk on her plain brocade robe.
He stared at Qingwu's pure and charming face, and his throat couldn't help but roll.
Those eyes were as clear as water, but at this moment they were filled with dependence on him, filling the most secret corner of He Liming's heart with tenderness and making him fall completely.
This is a secret only he knows.
Qingwu is a treasure he discovered alone.
This unique feeling almost made He Liming's heart flutter.
It is equivalent to the pleasure of avenging one's majesty's death.
"Awu..." He couldn't help but murmur in a low voice, his voice was low and filled with a tenderness that he had never felt in the past twelve years.
The beauty in front of him stared at him quietly, her eyes soft and gentle, as if she was extremely dependent on him.
At this moment, the sense of loss in He Liming's heart was instantly satisfied, and his original thoughts were swept away without a trace at this moment.
His fingertips gently brushed across Qingwu's cheek, and the skin he touched was as delicate as warm jade, which reminded He Liming of the white plum tree in the back garden of Yongning Marquis' Mansion, blooming with purity and fragility in the cold snow.
As his eyes swept over Qingwu's thin figure, He Liming suddenly felt an indescribable dull pain in his heart.
Her collarbone was faintly visible under her collar, as if it would break with a slight bend.
He Liming couldn't help but said distressedly: "You are still too thin. This won't do. I will send you some nourishing supplements later, as well as all the utensils in this hall. Everything will be available."
He paused, then continued, "It's just... maybe I need to put Awu in a difficult position for a while."
"Awu will pretend to be the prince for the time being. As for the rest, we will discuss it in detail. As for those two people talking about learning literature and martial arts..."
At this point, a hint of coldness flashed across He Liming's eyes, but when he looked at Qingwu, his voice immediately softened, "I will think of a good way for Awu, Awu, don't worry. The most important thing for Awu now is to get well first."
"All is up to Lord He."
The beauty nodded as if she understood, and the scattered hair brushed across the back of He Liming's hand, and the itchiness ran along her skin and straight into her heart.
The itch seemed to go along his skin and penetrate straight into He Liming's heart, making his heart soften a little.
He Liming subconsciously twisted his fingers, trying to grab the strand of hair, but withdrew his hand at the last moment.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
A lot has happened today, and the girl's pale face makes him feel distressed. He Liming wants Qingwu to rest early and doesn't want to disturb Qingwu anymore.
So, he said softly: "Awu, you are tired today, so you should rest early. If you need anything, please tell me at any time."
He Liming gave a few instructions to the people around him with an expressionless face, then turned and left, leaving the palace to Qingwu.
When he turned around, the shark silk handle of the Embroidered Spring Sword brushed against the door frame, making a slight sound.
The moment He Liming stepped out of the palace, the copper bells on the eaves were gently blown by the night wind, making a series of tiny sounds.
After confirming that He Liming had really left, Qing Wu extinguished the candlelight with a wave of her sleeve, and darkness instantly flooded over the gilded dragon pillars in the hall like a tide.
Only the moonlight leaking in from the window lattice fell on her beautiful face like silver gauze, coating her face with a layer of cold frost, making her look even colder and more mysterious.
Thinking back on everything she had experienced today, and how powerful those people were, Qing Wu felt a little tired. She also felt...
Wen Xingzhi's gaze was deep, as if he had noticed something.
In comparison, Chi Yunjian seemed a little simple-minded.
It seems that all his skill points are put into martial arts, and he is not very sensitive to other things.
Moreover, Chi Yunjian himself may not have realized that when he looked at her, there was no malice or rejection in his eyes, but instead a hint of heartache.
It makes me want to laugh when I see it clearly.
What is he worried about?
Or maybe it's...heartache or...
Are you moved?
That's really interesting.
Qing Wu was able to grow up peacefully in such a palace, successfully avoiding all kinds of open and secret attacks, and survived until now without telling anyone, not to mention that she also has such a face -
It's not just because of He Liming's vague indulgence and protection of her.
In fact, Qingwu had already known her true identity.
She also knew that in this dynasty, with the emperor so foolish, her identity would become the knife that would take her life.
But Qingwu did not accept her fate.
It is a disadvantage, but also an advantage.
At least she has a legitimate identity.
And this dynasty, originally named Ning, originally - should belong to her.
The cold palace is located in a remote area with a cold environment. Due to the incompetence of the previous emperor, a constant stream of women were sent to the cold palace.
Qingwu learned many valuable experiences and lessons from all kinds of people.
Watching the crazy concubines carving words on the wall with golden hairpins, each word was a tearful accusation of the emperor's cruelty.
She understood then that in this cruel palace, being weak was the best protection.
But it is not really weak without any bottom line, but it is gentle yet resilient, hiding the edge and waiting for the opportunity.
So, Qingwu began to deliberately imitate the evasive posture of the maids in the cold palace, hiding her intelligence in those confused eyes.
She learned how to survive without attracting attention and how to protect herself in the complex court struggles.
When you are in a weak position, it is not wise to show off your strengths too much.
Using weakness to save your life does not necessarily mean you cannot overcome strength with softness.
A temporary hibernation is nothing, and a temporary suffering is nothing.
As long as the final result is good.
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