New book! New book! In the last life, Jiang Yingwan was Princess Jing for seven years, and she and Xiao Jue were close friends who respected each other like guests for seven years. Prince Jing and his wife were singing in harmony all over the capital, but she was the only one who knew that they had never even held hands. It wasn't until he died of poison in her arms that she discovered the secret letter he had hidden for many years. At the end, he wrote only one sentence: "I hope Yingwan will be single-minded and not interested in intrigues."
When I open my eyes again, the red candle is burning brightly. She was reborn and returned to her first night of marriage. He lay with his back to her, indifferent and restrained, exactly the same as in his previous life.
She looked at the back for a long time, and suddenly she didn't want to pretend anymore.
"I will never leave in this life."
Xiao Jue felt something was wrong with his princess. Did you have someone else in mind as promised? Did you agree to marry him to save the Jiang family? Not only did she not leave, she also waited for him to eat every day, picked up food for him, and waited on the porch for him to return home. His face was cold, but his heart was getting more and more panicked - was she paying off a debt?
It wasn't until the night of the palace banquet that she drank wine, leaned close to his ear, and chuckled with a hint of drunkenness: "Xiao Jue, you are the one I'm waiting for."
His ears burned all night. The next day she returned to her dignified appearance, as if nothing had happened. He waited all day, but she didn't come near. She was taking off her hairpin at night, and he hugged her from behind, burying his face in her shoulder, his voice muffled.
"Does what I said last night still count? Qingqing doesn't want me anymore."
Later, rumors spread throughout the capital that Princess Jing had changed. Someone asked King Jing why he didn't care.
He held the tea and said lightly: "She was too polite before. Now, it's good."
