Empress, run away, your drowsy prince is also reborn

Chapter 98 Chang Sheng, Xuan Yue apologizes to you today (5)

For a long time, she always felt that she had no freedom, and Ying Chen could see what she did as if she had the eyes of the sky. Could it be because he planted so many dead men by her side? !

Shocked and cold in the heart, Chang Sheng was a little bit overwhelmed.

Why did Ying Chen place dead men by her side? She clearly remembered the feeling of being watched after she was made a concubine.

How long has this been the case?
Or has he been sending people to monitor his every move? !

Seeing that Qu Changsheng's face became paler and paler, as if something terrible had happened, Xuan Yue sneered and said, "I've been thinking since Li Qinghe died that day, since this person has the intention to kill those around you If you are a man, then he must have the intention to kill you, but he has been holding back for a long time, and you are just a tofu with no power to restrain the chicken, how can you deter him."

Xuan Yue paused, with mixed feelings in her heart, and a little sigh mixed in her tone: "Now I understand. It turns out that the emperor has already placed entourage by your side to protect you."

As if icy water soaked from head to toe, Qu Changsheng tried his best to keep his composure, and asked pretending not to know, "How long do you think it's been?"

"It should be from the time when the emperor treated you differently, he has been by your side. It is estimated that during this period, he may not have killed many people who wanted to take your life." Xuan Yue looked at Chang Sheng, holding her arms in her arms, Throwing down a sour sentence: "You burned high incense in your previous life to be so favored by the emperor."

Burned high incense?
Why doesn't she feel that?

She knew that Yingchen's love was terrifying and unbearable for her, as if she was the only one in the world, a word that was not going well, or a word that was forced, was a thorn in his side.

Like a terrible lunatic who got his beloved toy, don't let it go even if it is torn apart.

It's strange that she's already wearing enough clothes today, but she's starting to tremble.A terrible idea flashed through her mind.

Will Ying Chen be resurrected?
Yingchen's health was not good in his previous life. After being with her, he never messed with Luohui Palace because she couldn't bear the blood. He said that being by his side was his greatest tonic, but his health was deteriorating, and she had no intention of serving him. Many times she ignored Yingchen's weakness.

But when Yingchen faced her, no matter whether he was comfortable or not, he always smiled.

Looking back now, she didn't even know how far his body had gone.

Qu Changsheng rubbed his body, raised his legs and ran towards the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Thinking about it now, something is wrong, too many things are wrong, why did Ying Chen repel her when he first saw her, but suddenly he seemed to be a different person overnight?Be gentle with her in every possible way, and even kill her directly?
How great an honor is it to be protected by the accompanying dead soldiers around the emperor?Unless he had already identified herself as his wife in his heart.

But when the two of them were together, it was clear that he seemed normal, why did he do so much behind his back.

Stumbling under her feet, Qu Changsheng didn't dare to stop, she rushed all the way to the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and even the dead soldiers guarding the door saw her rush in before they could stop her.

Chong Lin had just come out of serving, seeing that Chang Sheng was in such a hurry that he was about to break into the hall, he stretched out his hand to stop him: "What are you doing, your ass is on fire?"

"Where's the emperor?" Qu Changsheng was eager to observe.

Hearing this, Yingchen paused slightly, holding the brush in his hand, and a drop of blood ink from the tip of the pen dripped into the painting. He frowned slightly, and embellished a few strokes in shock, adding a bit of beauty to the painting.

(End of this chapter)