The silly concubine said: close the door and let the prince go

Chapter 236 I Have To Believe
"Qiao Jin, he won't die, right? Jun Zechen is not dead!" Shen Qiaoyan raised her head, tears already filled her eyes.

Qiao Jin stared at Shen Qiaoyan with both eyes, her face froze, and the hand that patted Shen Qiaoyan's back also paused.

His thick eyelashes drooped slowly, and his eyes lost some light. He said indifferently, "He is dead. You can't escape the main palace. He is really dead."

"No, he's not dead!" Shen Qiaoyan suddenly jumped off the horse, pulled the skirt of the official's coat and lifted it up, forcing, "Tell me, Jun Zechen is not dead! He is not dead!"

"Ahem, Your Royal Highness..." The officer who was struggling to breathe as Shen Qiaoyan was holding on to his clothes tightly had a painful expression on his face.

He lowered his head, looked elsewhere and sighed: "Your Majesty, your Majesty has really returned to heaven, and the people in the entire Kaiyuan Kingdom say so."

"No! Tell me no!" Shen Qiaoyan roared heart-piercingly.

"Your Highness, the emperor is really dead, please don't be like this..." As he said that, the official lowered his head and began to cry.

"Master, be good, don't do this." Qiao Jin called out worryingly.

"Ah!" Shen Qiaoyan threw the official servant to the ground fiercely, tears welled up from the corners of his eyes, "Get lost, don't follow us anymore!"

As the words fell, the officer climbed up from the snow, got up and fled to the woods behind him.

The cold wind whipped Shen Qiaoyan's body. She didn't feel how cold it was at first, but now she felt that her whole body was covered in icy snow, her whole body was frozen to the bone, even her heart was cold.

The snow is falling, and the cold winter seems to have covered the whole land with a thick cotton mattress.

Shen Qiaoyan, whose hair was disheveled by the cold wind, stood quietly on the snow for an unknown amount of time.

"The main palace." The old bustard looked at the sky, then at Shen Qiaoyan, and cried out worriedly.

Qiao Jin watched from the side, feeling very uncomfortable.

He jumped off his horse and walked quickly to Shen Qiaoyan's side.

"The main palace..." he called softly.

It's a pity that Shen Qiaoyan just stood there alone, unable to hear anything.

He looked at Shen Qiaoyan's cold face tenderly with his eyes, feeling a little distressed and hurt in his heart.

The main palace must not know that he has fallen so deeply in love unknowingly.

Qiao Jin raised her hand to wipe away the tears from Shen Qiaoyan's face, held her cold little face, and sighed softly.

"Hey, the snow is getting heavier and heavier. Staying for a long time is not good for us. Let's leave here first." Qiao Jin said softly, the cold touch of her fingertips made his heart feel more affectionate and loving Shen Qiaoyan.

His big hand touched her head, and slowly he embraced her in his arms, hoping to give her a little warmth.

But Shen Qiaoyan was as cold as a piece of ice that would never melt.

There was no expression on her face, and the tears were running dry.

She didn't know how long she stood in the snow, and she didn't know how long Qiao Jin hugged her by her side.

She only remembered that when the sky gradually darkened, Qiao Jin gently led her away from the snow-covered forest.

Although deep down in her heart she wanted to tell her that that person was not dead and that that person was still alive and well in Kaiyuan Kingdom, but the words of that official were always echoing in her ears.

She used to tell herself "it's impossible to like", "let it go", "I hate it very much", but now after the other person died, she couldn't hate her anymore, and she only left that deep attachment, waving Do not go.

It turned out that everything was her own duplicity.

If I had less thoughts of deceiving my own mind and cared less about worldly eyes, maybe today would be a different situation.

It's a pity that there are no hypotheses.

Jun Zechen is dead, really dead.

Standing under the night sky, Shen Qiaoyan looked up at the crescent moon and her eyes suddenly became crystal clear again.

　ps: (Is the hero really dead?)

　　According to this question, we are honored to invite our handsome and boundless male lead His Royal Highness for an interview.

　　Big: Are you really dead?

　　Male lead: (with a deep face,) This question is too profound, and I cannot answer it.

　　Da: (Speechless) You don’t even know if you’re dead or not!

　　Male Lead: (raise eyebrows) Guess.

　　Slam the door and leave.

　　The male protagonist has an innocent face.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)