Exclusive Spring

The servants in the Chu Kingdom often said that if the prince had not been kind-hearted, Pei Qingji, the hostage sent by the Yan Kingdom, would have died in this deep palace. Pei Qingji didn't feel that way in her heart, was she kind-hearted? These two words are so ridiculous. If Yu Shu'an really had the heart of a Bodhisattva, how could he be the only prince of King Chu Hui who lived to adulthood? How can there be any mercy in the deep palace? It's just the tip of a knife covered in honey, so sweet it's addictive and sharp enough to pierce your heart. He had already seen through it - that "good deed" was just a piece in the chess game of power, and he happened to be the discarded piece that was picked up. But the grace of saving life is a grace after all. He even chuckled in front of the candlelight one rainy night: "I should really reward that person." ——The mastermind behind the scenes, the assassination, the "accident" that pushed him into the Chu Palace and into Yu Shu'an's arms. Without that bloody night, he might have died in the cold palace of Yandu, or he might have lived a mediocre life with no more interactions. But fate insists on entangling them, like vines twisting an ancient tree, getting tighter and tighter until they are suffocated. Pei Qingji raised his eyes, looked at Yu Shu'an who was standing quietly beside him, and sighed softly: "Isn't this story good to me?" No one answered, only the wind passed through the window, making the candle flame tremble slightly. Pei Qingji was not upset, he held the candlestick in his back hand and lit up the glass lamp in front of the case one by one. In an instant, the palace was like a river of stars pouring down, the light and shadow were swaying, and it was magnificent. His eyes fell on the pile of silver jewelry on the table - the chain was as slender as a snake, and the pendant's cold light flowed like tears or blood. "Look, these ornaments must reflect the light to make them attractive." Pei Qingji gently twisted a slender silver chain with her fingertips, her eyes flashed slightly, and then she raised her hand and gently put it on for the person next to her. Yu Shu'an lowered his eyes and looked at the luminous ornaments around his neck and wrists, as if they were coated with a layer of false splendor. His eyes were vacant, as if this body no longer belonged to him. Pei Qingji didn't care about his expression. Now that the world belongs to him, the people in front of him cannot escape from his grasp. Whether they are in love or not is no longer important. Love or hate are just echoes in a cage. "Do you regret it?" The sound echoed in the empty palace, and before the lingering sound dissipated, Pei Qingji chuckled. He hugged Yu Shu'an tightly from behind, his chin resting lightly on his neck, gently but stubbornly: "It's too late to regret... It was you who stretched out your hand first. This situation has been resolved with no regrets from the moment you saved me. " ————————————————————————— Reading Guide: 1. There is a bloody plot, so please read with caution. 2. Neither attacking nor receiving is a good person, not a good person. It's not good to be careful when entering this mouth. 3. The ancient fictional background is abusive, and it is both offensive and offensive. Purpose: Learn to love correctly