Wen Jian returned to the house in despair. Wen Zhigu saw that the gauze on Wen Jian's head had been stained red with blood. She grabbed his hand and called him several times, but Wen Jian seemed to be unable to recover until she Ji Xubai behind him shouted coldly: "Wen Jian!"
Wen Jian's consciousness returned slightly after he drank like this. He looked at his father and then his mother blankly, not knowing what to say, and then murmured: "Qingzhi is gone..."
Wen Zhigu held his hand tightly and said sadly: "Qingzhi is a good child. She doesn't want to embarrass you..."
But Wen Jian gently pushed her hand away, "Mother, I'll be alone."
"But the injury on your head..."
"I'm fine."
Wen Zhigu wanted to say something more, but Ji Xubai gently grabbed his hand and said in a low voice: "Zhigu, please let him calm down for a while. It's useless to say anything now."
Wen Jian returned to his house. He didn't bother to change his soaked clothes, and just started to pack his luggage in a daze.
Wen Jian seemed to be awake again. He clearly remembered which piece of clothing was given to him by Qingzhi. Qingzhi once said that she wanted to make him a set of clothes just like her mother made winter clothes for her father.
But Wen Jian was unwilling to give up. He knew that Qingzhi had never learned embroidery, so he was afraid that her delicate jade fingers would be pricked by needles. Therefore, Qingzhi could only choose clothes for him and buy them for him to wear.
After Wen Jian put everything away, he realized that the things Qingzhi bought for him were far more than he thought. Each item was full of beautiful memories of each other...
Every time I recall it at this moment, my heart feels like a knife.
Wen Jian had already decided to leave Beicheng to study. He knew that he could not stay like this any longer, as it would only be in vain and would make his parents worry about him.
Before leaving, he listened to his father's words and went to Shenghe Palace to apologize to Uncle Sheng and Aunt Nuan in person.
The only person who came to see him was Sheng Qianmo, Shu Nuan did not show up.
Wen Jian knelt on the ground and apologized solemnly.
Sheng Qianmo was sitting in the seat in front of the hall and saw that Wen Jian's head was wrapped with gauze, which indicated that he had indeed been injured.
But his expression was calm, and he had no intention of getting angry with Wen Jian at all. He just said calmly: "The king and the princess have a good relationship with your parents, and they will not be angry with Ji because of this incident." How about your family, but what you should remember is that from now on, if I see you seduce my daughter again, I will break your legs."
Sheng Qianmo's tone was calm, but the words he spoke had a powerful intimidating effect.
Wen Jian was stunned and speechless.
It seemed as if Sheng Qianmo's words were intended to completely cut off the fate between him and Qingzhi...
But, how could this happen...
He and Qingzhi's childhood sweethearts have never had a red face or quarrel with each other since they were young. How did they get to where they are today...
"Wen Jian, do you understand?" Sheng Qianmo continued.
Wen Jian could clearly feel the oppression brought by King Sheng on him. Many scenes flashed through his mind, all of which were memories between him and Qingzhi. Finally, Qingzhi was fixed in his mind. The scene of riding away indifferently.
My heart will burst.
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(It’s really cold... my fingers are freezing...)