When a man is willing to give his life to a woman, that love becomes pure, and any obstacles and misunderstandings from the outside world will not be a problem.
What about you? Why do you love her so much? Do you love her so much that you don't even want to be a leisurely prince, but want to get her by gaining the throne?"
When Qian Yeming said the previous paragraph, Qian Yeli was shocked and moved. He had always felt that he and Qian Yeming were equally deeply in love. If Baili Xiao was his woman, he felt that he would definitely not do worse than Qian Yeming, and he would even find a way to do better.
But after hearing these words, he realized that the relationship between him and Qian Yeming was actually incomparable.
Especially Qian Yeming’s last question to him.
What about you? Why do you love?
This sentence really made him feel extremely ashamed.
Compared with Qian Yeming's love, his love has no reason, no intersection, no warmth, no light, and no shock of living and dying together.
Everything is just his fantasy.
He imagined that if Baili Xiao married him, he would treat her well, pamper her and protect her. He liked Baili Xiao's sharp tongue and coldness, and he liked even more the way Baili Xiao and Qian Yeming cuddled up together.
So he fantasized that Baili Xiao could also snuggle in his arms like this. He liked the feeling of a thorny rose putting away its sharpness just for him.
For these fantasies, he was willing to risk his entire fortune and even his life, just to be able to hold Baili Xiao in his arms like Qian Yeming did when he ascended to the throne.
But now, after listening to Qian Yeming's words, he knew that his feelings for Baili Xiao were not love, but fantasy. An inexplicable and unrealistic fantasy.
At this moment, Qian Yeli felt that his life was extremely sad.
For this love that he thought was great, he gave up all his power and money, but was finally deceived. If it weren't for Qian Yeming's mercy, he would have been sent to the guillotine by now.
But in the end, this self-proclaimed love was nothing but an unrealistic fantasy.
Live and die together!
When Qian Yeming said these words, Qian Yeli felt as if someone was smashing his heart into pieces with a hammer.
Not to mention anything else, even if his rebellion succeeded, once Qian Yeming died, the only thing he could hold in his arms would probably be Baili Xiao's corpse.
Thinking that he had sacrificed all his power for this silly fantasy, and ultimately been deceived and sold out with a miserable ending, Qian Yeli couldn't help but laugh softly.
The laughter grew louder and louder, eventually turning into a crazy laugh.
He laughed at himself for thinking his life was an unrealistic fantasy, he laughed at himself for having lived nearly 20 years in vain, he laughed at himself for thinking he was a leisurely and elegant prince, but in the end he still couldn't resist the temptation of power, he laughed at himself for living such an unclear life and being sold out in the end.
His life is a tragedy.
How could someone like him, who lived in confusion, be worthy of Baili Xiao, who, once in love, would live and die for each other? If that were true, even if Baili Xiao had a hundred or a thousand lives, he wouldn't be able to withstand such squandering!
For a long time, until Baili Xiao came in with a wine glass, Qian Yeli did not answer Qian Yeming's question.
He didn't know how to answer.
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