Abandoned and Rejected: Why the Whiteheads Were Together

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Su Maner held Zhu Huai's hand, she frowned and confided,

"Even if the concubine doesn't know the general principles, she won't embarrass you in front of so many people. Wang, who do you think I am?"

Indeed, although Su Man'er has a domineering temper, she has always considered Zhu Huai. She must not have the courage to do so.

Zhu Huai let go of his hand, with a guilty expression on his face, he hugged Su Man'er again, and explained gently,

"Gu misunderstood you, maybe Gu misunderstood you."

The two of them ran away a long time ago, and people pretended not to see them to deliberately heighten the atmosphere, and they staggered to cover up the words in their hearts.

As the night deepened, the moonlight spread on the ground like frost, and the cold wind lifted the corners of the clothes.

Zhu Huai walked back to the palace alone reeking of alcohol. He was going back to the Jingxin Pavilion, but he turned on his toes and turned towards An Qing's palace on the way.

All the lights in the huge palace were turned off, only the moonlight was shining, and with a creak, Zhu Huai pushed open the door of An Qing's room.

An Qing was lying on the bed, was awakened by the noise, rubbed her eyes and sat up.

As soon as Zhu Huai entered the door, she heard his footsteps, so she didn't panic.

The smell of alcohol gradually approached, An Qing frowned, put her hands on Zhu Huai's chest, and refused to let him approach.

"What are you here for?"

In the middle of the night, what nonsense.

As soon as Zhu Huai grasped An Qing's cold hand, An Qing was startled, her body trembled, and she subconsciously wanted to pull her hand back.

"miss you."

He lit the lamp beside An Qing's bed so that he could see An Qing's appearance clearly.

The woman in the reeds had exactly the same bun as An Qing, so far away he couldn't tell the two apart.

"I lay in bed all day and didn't see you. I was talking nonsense again late at night."

An Qing's expression became more and more impatient, she blew out the lamp in one breath, turned her back to Zhu Huai and stopped talking to him.

Seeing that An Qing still has such a temperament, Zhu Huai rubbed her forehead and laughed at herself, thinking that she really was thinking too much, she is inconvenient now, so how could she have the energy to go out for private meetings in the middle of the night.

Zhu Huai took off his clothes and went to bed, and fell asleep peacefully with An Qing in his arms.

The next day when Zhu Huai woke up to get dressed, he bent over to put on his shoes, but accidentally touched An Qing's shoes with his hand.

He picked up the shoes and looked at them. The soles were covered with long-dried mud.

At this moment, An Qing turned over in her dream, and subconsciously hugged Zhu Huai.

Zhu Huai froze, he took a deep look at An Qing, put down his shoes calmly, dressed and left in a hurry.

In the royal study, the spies presented a secret letter.

The eyeliner far away in the Central Plains told Zhu Huai that the three princes left the capital seven days ago and are now missing, but it can be presumed that they are heading west.

After the Ninth Prince returned to the Central Plains, he quickly got rid of their eyeliner, and might return to Xixia...

Zheng Yunlan...

Zhu Huai coldly read the name of the Ninth Prince. Although the man in the reed last night couldn't see his face, his body was very similar to the Ninth Prince's.

Zhu Huai didn't want to make such a decisive decision, he wanted to give An Qing another chance, so he returned to An Qing's Palace.

An Qing was still lying on the bed, leaning against the head of the bed, embroidering the bellyband for the baby.

Although she said that she didn't want this child, she still softened her heart and wanted to keep her own flesh and blood, but she didn't intend to let the child be born in Xixia.

Zhu Huai's footsteps were very light, and he was not noticed until he reached An Qing's side. His eyes moved down and he found that the mud on the shoes had disappeared.

An Qing caught a glimpse of Zhu Huai from the corner of her eye, and subconsciously shuddered, a drop of blood flowed out quickly after the needle was pricked on her finger.

She hurriedly pressed it down with a cloth, and looked at Zhu Huai pretending to be calm.

If the silt was still there, Zhu Huai might still listen to An Qing's explanation, but the more she did this, the more she wanted to hide it.

He walked up to An Qing and questioned her directly.

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