shock!Crazy criticism of treacherous ministers was dumbfounded by soft beauty kiss

Chapter 183 Coercion
"Princess...Princess..."

Cuizhu was momentarily speechless.

Song Qingan glanced sideways, and suddenly smiled: "Does it look good?"

Although her makeup is not complete at this time, and she only wears some plain hairpins on her hair, she does not look dull, but has a unique style, which is shockingly beautiful.

Cui Zhu was choked, and stammered: "It's good...it's good...it's good."

Song Qing'an leaned over to take a picture in front of the bronze mirror, then turned his shoulders and looked down at his skirt that dragged the floor.

"Cuizhu, why don't you call Pei Zhangyin?"

Song Qing'an suddenly changed his mind, thinking about what to do if a branch in the forest caught his skirt.

"Then princess...what should the servant girl say?"

Song Qing'an frowned slightly, thought for a moment and said, "Just say... I'm dying, and I want to see him for the last time."

The tip of Cuizhu's tongue numb: "Princess...is this not good?"

"You can do whatever you want, I'm joking. In short... just invite Pei's palm print."

Song Qing'an pulled up her skirt, sat upright on the couch, and waved to Cuizhu to send her out.

Cui Zhu secretly sighed.

If only the bamboo smoke was here...

In the end Cuizhu didn't say what Song Qing'an said to Pei Qing either.

"My lord, the princess is unwell and wants to see you."

She knelt down respectfully and said Song Qing'an's words several times.

Pei Qing's eyes moved slightly, and she looked at her with a slightly puzzled expression: "Is she unwell? She is leaving tomorrow, why is she feeling unwell all of a sudden?"

Cui Zhu felt a little guilty, lowered her eyes and said: "...Master Palm Print, just go and have a look."

"Our family doesn't know how to see a doctor, why is she unhappy, why didn't she go to the imperial doctor?"

Cui Zhu buried her head even lower: "...Master Palm Print, the princess said that she...is very ill, and wants to see Master Palm Print for the last time..."

When she read the last word, her voice gradually lowered, as thin as a mosquito, and she sounded very unconfident.

After all, she didn't dare to tell Pei Qing what Song Qingan said.

This lie was so clumsy that Pei Qing didn't want to expose it.

He chuckled, Cuizhu couldn't help but look up, wondering.

It turned out that Master Palm Print is so pretty when he smiles.

"Forget it, let's go and see her."

Pei Qing got up and signaled Cuizhu to lead the way with her eyes.
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Song Qing'an straightened his sleeves carefully, and blew out a few candles at the same time.

She took the agarwood that hadn't been lit for many days, lit it on the candle, and carefully inserted it into the incense burner.

Her hands were shaking slightly.

Song Qingan took a deep breath, not knowing what he was nervous about.

Xu was worried that he would not come, so no matter what tonight, he had to impress him.

After finishing these things, Song Qing'an returned to the couch, folded his hands on his knees, and waited quietly.

The bead curtain slammed softly, and if she felt it, her eyelashes trembled.

The candlelight in the hall was slightly dim, but it made this body more eye-catching.

Pei Qing looked through the beaded curtain, she was like a ball of fire, her burning figure fell in her eyes and imprinted in her heart.

The stark contrast between the plain face and the gorgeous clothes gave her an inexplicable sense of fragility.

"I heard that the princess is dying of illness, so our family came here to take a look."

He raised the bead curtain and walked towards Song Qingan, mocking coldly.

Only then did Song Qing'an dare to raise her eyes to look at him, the dim candlelight reflected on his face, and for no reason she felt as if she was a world away.

"Yeah... of course I'm sick to death."

Song Qingping was not ashamed of lying, but also covered his heart in a rather pretentious way, frowning to pretend to be weak.

Pei Qing hooked the corners of her lips, and pressed down the corners of her lips as if thinking of something.

"Pei's palm print, this dress...does it look good?"

She seemed uncertain, her tone and expression were cautious, with a little hope, like a child waiting for praise.

Pei Qing took a serious look, her chest beating faster for no reason.

After a long time, he said in a deep voice, "...it looks good."

She was naturally extremely beautiful, there was no doubt about that.Even if Pei Qing wanted to say something against her will, she couldn't say it.

Hearing this, Song Qing'an raised his eyebrows, got up and turned around slowly towards him.

"They said they were in a hurry, so they changed it with their mother's wedding dress. But I think it's no different from the new one."

Pei Qing was noncommittal, and nodded slightly.

Song Qing'an's smile deepened: "How is it? Pei's palm print is the first... person to see me wearing it."

She deliberately bit down on the last few words, delaying endless ambiguity.Pei Qing naturally understood that the "person" she was talking about was not an ordinary person.

The person in his heart stood in front of him wearing a wedding dress, so it was impossible for him not to respond.

It's as if she's coming to marry herself.

Pei Qing scoffed in her heart, thinking that this idea was extremely ridiculous.

Now that he still has such unrealistic fantasies, it is really...

Song Qing'an clearly looked at Pei Qing with slightly changed eyes, but returned to normal after a while, as if there had never been a ripple.

"Since the princess is fine, our family will go back."

Song Qing'an wasn't smiling at first, but Pei Qing inexplicably felt that after he finished speaking, her complexion suddenly dimmed.

The pretentious sadness is now much more true.

"Pei Qing...I just want to see you again."

Song Qing'an mourned in his eyes, and raised his hand to grab his sleeve.It has to be said that it is really hard not to be shaken by her wearing a wedding dress and making such an expression.

Pei Qing turned her eyes away and stared at the flickering candle, but felt that her heart was also shaking.

"I heard that there have been many assassins recently. Are you injured?"

Song Qingan's eyes lingered over him, as if he wanted to see the scars underneath through the material of the clothes.Pei Qing pursed her lips, lowered her eyes and said, "No."

"And what about Wei Ping?"

"Leave it to Liu Quan."

He didn't need to tell her these things at all, but before his rationality responded, his heart responded first.

Song Qingan frowned: "Not dead?"

"You can't kill him yet."

At least we have to wait until the Jiang family takes action.

"The princess should leave tomorrow, why bother to care about these things." Pei Qing's eyes were as cold as autumn water, "after tomorrow, the princess will be Xiye's concubine."

He paused, suppressing the soreness in his heart, and added: "...Maybe, he will be the queen soon."

Song Qing'an's eyes darkened, and he suddenly rushed forward and hugged Pei Qing.

Song Qingan smiled and whispered softly in his ear, "Do you know... His Majesty is dead."

Pei Qing frowned, grabbed her waist, leaned over and whispered: "What did you say?"

Song Qing'an wanted to break free but couldn't. She chuckled "hehe" and repeated again: "I said... His Majesty is dead."

"Are you crazy?!"

Pei Qing's expression finally fluctuated, he pushed the person in his arms away, stared into her eyes and said, "Do you know that if someone finds out, you will die?"

"I'm joking." Song Qing'an patted his hand indifferently, and looked at him with a smirk, "I also said that Pei Zhanyin would never care about me again. From this point of view, I was overthinking."

Pei Qing didn't really believe her: "Really?"

"Of course it's a joke, I don't have that ability."

After Song Qing'an finished speaking, he said threateningly: "But if Pei's palm print is not left tonight, it will be hard to say."

(End of this chapter)