She was right. Could it be that in his heart, her body was not as important as those non-existent things
Meng Huo blamed himself and wished he could kill himself.
That night, his heart seemed to be set on fire, tormenting him.
The next day, when it was dawn, all the people outside were kneeling outside to wait for orders, and even the Imperial Forest Army came, and there were two carriages for the masters to use.
Woke up peacefully and rubbed his eyes.
"Are you awake, are you hungry?" Meng Huo nervously held her hand.
"It's okay, can I go back?" Ping An's attitude was a little cold.
"Okay, let's go now." Meng Huo wanted to say something to her, but seeing her cold face, he couldn't say it in the end.
Meng Yi and Zhao Xiang were no longer in the house, they came out, Zhao Xiang looked over, he looked at Ping An and explained, "Uncle has something to do, so he rushed back first."
Pingan nodded and got into the carriage directly. She has a sore back and back pain now, and she just wants to go home and have a good sleep.
Meng Huo also followed her into the carriage, Ping An didn't look at him, and didn't want to pay attention to him, sat down and hugged a cushion, closed his eyes and continued to rest.
"An'er, let me see how your back injury is doing?" Meng Huo held her hand.
"Don't bother the Eighth Prince." Ping An coldly withdrew his hand.
"An'er, I'm sorry, if you're angry with me, I'll let you hit me, let you scold me, don't treat me so coldly, okay?" Meng Huo took her hand and patted her handsome face.
Ping An glanced at him, and quickly withdrew his hand, "No need, I'm just curious, do you not trust me? Or Uncle Huang? Do you think the two of us are shameless people?"
Meng Huo really regretted it at the moment, he said, "Of course I believe you two, I just don't believe in myself, I don't have confidence in myself."
Ping An looked at him speechlessly.
"The emperor's uncle is a very outstanding man. He has outstanding military exploits and martial arts. What about me? I have no achievements in any aspect, and...you have treated the emperor's uncle..."
"But I married you! Doesn't this mean that I have you in my heart? If I don't like you, why should I marry you? Am I sick?" Ping An's words were a little rough, but the words were not rough.
Meng Huo was stunned, and looked at her in disbelief, "An'er, you... are you telling the truth?"
"When did I tell a lie?" Ping An stared at him speechlessly, closed his eyes and continued to rest.
Meng Huo thinks about it too. With so many princes and grandchildren, she finally agreed to marry herself. This is enough to show that she is different in her heart.
"But look at Uncle Huang's eyes."
"I thought he looked like an old friend, and that old friend was an elder, nothing else." Ping An explained in a very flat manner.
"An'er, I know I was wrong, and I won't doubt you anymore." Meng Huo explained to her nervously in a low voice.
Ping An opened his eyes and glanced at him, then turned and continued to rest.
"An'er."
"You are very noisy!" There was displeasure in Ping An's voice.
"I want to see your wounds."
"Nothing to see, no big problem."
"..."
Meng Huo knew that his performance yesterday still disappointed her, and he regretted it now, wishing he could slap himself twice, but it was too late to say anything now.
Well, she didn't bring up the matter of going back to Luo Mansion and He Li again.