75. Loneliness
You won't
Chapter 75
Jinhong's legs went weak and she took a step back. "I don't understand what you are talking about."
Jiang Qiuye's eyes were sinister, but she still had a smile on her face. She had lost some weight in the coma for a few days, and her chin was a little pointed. "When I asked you to assassinate Ji Ci, I blocked his sword for him, but I didn't ask you to stab the sword into my heart."
Jinhong's eyes darted wildly, her heart pounding with fear. She had seen this woman's methods many times before. She cared nothing for her classmates, her country, and sometimes even risked her own life.
She stammered, "I, I, it was, it was unintentional."
Jiang Qiuye raised an eyebrow. "Unintentional? Don't tell me you didn't even know where your heart is after training in Feiyan Pavilion for so long. It's a pity that it was off by half an inch in the end, otherwise you would have thought you got what you wanted. Tsk tsk, what a pity."
She looked at Jinhong's helpless expression, with all her thoughts revealed on her face, and couldn't help but applaud her.
A tool that turns against its owner should be thrown away if it is no longer suitable.
Jinhong knew that she couldn't hide it no matter what, so her body softened and she leaned against the pillar. After a moment of silence, she began to laugh wildly.
Jiang Qiuye's eyes turned a little colder. He didn't stop her from laughing, but just stared at her.
After Jin Hong had laughed enough, she finally stopped, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, looked at Jiang Qiuye and said sarcastically, "So what if I wanted to kill you? You're just a traitor to Feiyan Pavilion. I just want to clean up the mess. What's wrong with that?"
Jiang Qiuye twitched his lips and said, "I am a traitor to Feiyan Pavilion, but you are not? From the moment you killed King Zhuo Jun, you have also been a traitor."
"You're right. From the moment I obeyed your orders, I became a traitor. That's why I decided to kill you to atone for my sins. Unfortunately, fate was blind and let me miss by half an inch."
Jiang Qiuye looked at her calmly, "You are truly loyal to Feiyan Pavilion. Don't forget who fed you the poison? Do you want to live under the control of this poison for the rest of your life?"
"Don't talk about poison and antidote! They're all excuses!" Jin Hong screamed, and finally pointed at her and laughed strangely again, "Don't think I can't see that you've fallen in love with Ji Ci. You've already become a complete traitor!"
"Really? What are you talking about?"
"Jiang Qiuye, you're truly foolish. You don't even realize your own feelings. What does the outcome of whether King Zhuo Jun is killed or not have to do with you? You simply don't want to betray him. Look at what you've done these past few months? Aside from initially handing over the list of five spies, when have you ever provided Feiyan Pavilion with any useful intelligence?"
"You staged an assassination yourself this time. Don't tell me it was for information. You did it for yourself. You just fell in love with that person! Master Qiuye!"
Jiang Qiuye froze, and finally chuckled, "Don't you understand why I'm like this? It's all to make Ji Ci trust me."
"You're just deceiving yourself by saying this." Jin Hong shook her head sarcastically, "But it's a pity that you're not Qiu Ziye. The real Princess Qi isn't you. You're just an imposter..."
"shut up--"
Jiang Qiuye couldn't bear to listen any longer, so he quickly stepped forward, grabbed her throat, lifted her up, and slowly tightened his fingers.
Jinhong's face flushed crimson, and she kicked frantically, trying to pry her pale, slender hand away. But in the face of such overwhelming force, she seemed so weak and powerless. Her breathing was obstructed, her face began to turn blue, and her eyes rolled back.
Jiang Qiuye's face was gloomy and she clenched her teeth. She didn't want to think too much about what Jinhong said.
Love? How could it be possible? She always looked down on such insubstantial things. She was just taking advantage of them.
As for Feiyan Pavilion and Li Kingdom, she was not loyal from the very beginning, and even looked forward to their demise.
But the words that made her most angry were not these, but the word "fake". Because she knew from the beginning that the man was the husband she wore this skin, not her husband, Jiang Qiuye.
They were enemies by destiny.
She didn't understand why she was so angry, nor why she cared so much about the "fake". Could it be that she was really in love?
Her?
Does a cold-blooded person like her really have a heart?
After watching Jinhong's violent and useless struggle, her hands slowly dropped and her eyes became bloodshot. This was the difference between Tonggui and herself, a world of difference in power.
Jiang Qiuye recalled Ji Ci's appearance in the study last night and the words he had promised him: to be a good person.
She suddenly released the hand that was strangling Jinhong's throat.
Jinhong suddenly felt weak and knelt on the ground. She took in big gulps of air and covered her neck with her hands while coughing. She couldn't recover for a long time.
That's all.
Jiang Qiuye walked forward and squatted in front of her. He stretched out his finger and lifted her chin. He said, "You can go away now. Don't show up in front of me again. You can go and report me, but don't forget that it was you who killed King Zhuo Jun. You are also a traitor. I don't need to explain how Feiyan Pavilion treats traitors. No matter how you try to atone for your sins, a traitor is still a traitor."
After she finished speaking, without even glancing at Jinhong's expression, she stood up and left the dilapidated temple. After exiting the dilapidated temple, she realized the sunlight was unusually bright, making it difficult for her to open her eyes.
She returned to Prince Qi's mansion alone, feeling an indescribable heaviness in her heart.
Ever since she separated from her sister for training, she had been alone, with no place to stay and no real friends. She always went on missions alone, and Jinhong was the only one who stayed by her side for more than a few months.
Although this man was stupid and conceited, he had indeed given her a rare sense of companionship over the past few days.
She sat on a stone bench in the courtyard of Guihongyuan, next to an old locust tree. Looking up, she saw branches and sunlight shining through the gaps.
Looking down, she saw a white wild flower. She stood up, bent down, picked the wild flower, pinched it between her index finger and thumb, and looked at it carefully.
After sitting back on the stone bench, she looked at the faintly visible meridians on the petals and found that her hands were shaking. Unable to control herself any longer, she began to pick the petals one by one.
One petal, two petals, three petals...
She'd been so immersed in the role lately, she'd treated herself like the real Princess Qi. She'd been decked out in gold and silver, enjoying the courtesy of a princess and Ji Ci's affection, becoming arrogant and willful. It wasn't until today, from Jinhong's words, that she realized she wasn't really Princess Qi at all.
Is she really in love with Ji Ci?
How is that possible? How can I believe what that stupid woman Jinhong said?
Ji Ci returned to the palace just as it was getting dark. When he entered Guihong Courtyard, he saw Jiang Qiuye sitting on the stone bench under the locust tree. It seemed that he had been sitting there for a long time and didn't even notice his arrival.
It was not until he walked in front of her and was enveloped by a dark shadow that he realized that she had been sitting there like this for a whole day and had even forgotten to prepare the medicinal food.
Seeing Ji Ci returning home, she felt a pang of sadness in her heart, but then a sense of peace came over her. At least for now, she still had a home, a husband, and someone to rely on.
But when I thought that all this was fake, heartache and fear began to well up.
"Husband." She looked up at Ji Ci and tried to smile. "Let's have dinner together, husband."
"Yeah." Ji Ci nodded, noticing that she seemed a little upset today, but he didn't know how to ask. When he saw her smile, he thought that maybe he was wrong.
Jiang Qiuye stood up, took his hand and walked to the dining hall, and asked the servants to serve dinner.
Ever since she entered the palace and became the mistress, the chef had changed his simple style and cooked a feast of fish and meat with various dishes. However, today, she had lost her appetite and was full after just a few bites.
Ji Ci ate more than her. After she picked up her chopsticks, she began to serve food to Ji Ci. He ate whatever she picked up.
Until Ji Ci couldn't eat anymore, "Okay, you don't need to serve me."
After he stopped, he picked up the handkerchief and wiped the corner of his mouth, then looked at her seriously and said lightly: "Tell me, what happened today?"
Jiang Qiuye's eyes were full of meaning. She leaned closer to his side and asked softly, "Husband, will you always stay by my side? Always, forever, and never leave me."
Ji Ci didn't understand why she suddenly asked such a question, so he reached out and patted her back comfortingly, saying in a steady voice, "Of course, you are my wife."
He might not have been able to give a definite answer at first, after all, his illness had eroded most of his hopes. But now he wanted to give her a definite answer. Since he had her, he had worked very hard to completely cure this illness.
Jiang Qiuye leaned her head on his shoulder and sobbed softly, "You won't."
He would eventually discover her identity. He had originally wanted to rely on his son to consolidate his and his own identities, but now, after so many months, there was still no movement.
Now he had just discovered that he had killed Susu. Although he said he would not pursue the matter, he could not get over the hurdle in his heart. Just one Susu had made them so distant, not to mention the identity of the spy and the lies she had told from beginning to end.
Ji Ci heard her voice, lifted her up from his shoulders, looked at her and said, "Why are you so unsure of yourself now? What happened today?"
Jiang Qiuye pursed her lips and pondered for a long time before saying, "Jinhong is gone."
Jinhong? Her maidservant?
"Why did you leave?"
"She didn't want to serve me anymore. I saw she was really uncomfortable around me, so I let her go home. I'm so spoiled, and I have so much to do, and yet she's still this... a vicious, vicious woman with a heart of a scorpion. It's normal for her to not want to stay by my side."
Ji Ci frowned. She didn't expect that the angry words he said in the carriage would make her remember it for so long.
"I was so angry when I said that, it got to my head. I take it back now, don't think about it anymore."
Jiang Qiuye hung her head. She knew that the words people blurt out when angry were truly sincere. Besides, she herself was a vicious and ruthless woman, and she was not at fault at all.
"My dear husband, I am so unbearable, so spoiled and willful, one day you will be tired of me."
"Nonsense! Since I consider you my first wife, I will treat you sincerely and take responsibility for you. Do you not trust me, Ye'er?"
Her tears flowed even more violently, and Ji Ci was suddenly at a loss. He only heard her complaining, "Husband, although you have been very good to Ye'er these days, I can feel that you are different from before! You are becoming more and more unfamiliar with me. I don't want this kind of respectful relationship."
There was a hint of surprise in Ji Ci's eyes, as if he hadn't expected her to be so sensitive. He had always thought he had concealed it well.
He remained silent, quietly wiping away the tears from her eyes. He closed his eyes, then opened them again and said, "Ye'er, please give me some time, okay? I used to be in charge of the criminal law of this world. I have always enforced the law impartially and been strict with myself. Ye'er, please give me some time."
Jiang Qiuye stared at him and nodded.
Ji Ci leaned over and kissed away the tears on her face. Unlike her lips, they were very salty. He couldn't bear to see her cry. For her sunny smile, he was willing to try to speed up the process and accept his own unbearableness.
Jiang Qiuye stared blankly at him with his eyes closed, recalling what Jinhong had said.
Is this what it means to be moved? A move without any rationality at all.
Judging from her previous behavior, as long as she got his promise, she didn't need to care about his hidden attitude. Since he was hiding it, it meant that he didn't want to argue with her anymore.
But she was uneasy and afraid because of this, ashamed of having her mask torn off, but at the same time she wanted everything to go her way for him.
No wonder every time I saw Zhao Wan'er, my heart was humbled to the dust. I felt that I was not worthy of such a good man, nor was I worthy of his kindness to her.
Although she directed and acted out the assassination and the sword-blocking incident herself, let me ask you, if the assassin was not Jinhong, if such an assassination really happened, would she block the sword for him?
She didn't know the answer, but there was a faint voice in her heart.
Yes.
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