Shen Xihe: "All the princes have their own strengths and are vying for marriage. Your Highness, what makes you better?"
Xiao Huayong: "I have no special abilities, but fortunately I am weak. Wait until I become the emperor. If you think I am in the way, I will die early."
—Preface.
The breeze blows gently through the green gauze window, and the fragrance wafts through the warm room with pearl curtains.
"Do you hate it?"
The clear voice, concealing a hint of depression, rang out in the silent room, breaking the peace.
The tall and straight figure stood in front of the window, standing sideways.
The candlelight from the tall and elegant octagonal candlestick shone through the jade cover, mixed with the moonlight that sneaked in through the slightly opened window and fell on him, making him look like a banished immortal, elegant and unique.
He is the fifth prince of the Daxing Dynasty, Prince Xin, Xiao Changqing, who is favored by the emperor.
The only answer he received was the sweet aroma of curling green smoke, as if he was the only one in the room talking to himself.
The hands behind his back tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened again, and he finally turned around, unable to bear it anymore.
A complex gaze pierced through a layer of veil, a layer of jade bead curtain, and the fragrant mist from the incense burner, and fell on the person sitting behind the desk.
Her slender and soft hands held a gold-inlaid jade incense spoon and gently stirred the Five Blessings mutton-fat white jade incense burner.
Circle after circle, neither fast nor slow.
That's it, it will always be like this. No matter how earth-shattering the event is, she can remain indifferent and as still as a mountain!
This is his wife, the woman he loves deeply, his Princess Xin!
A woman he could never understand.
He angrily brushed aside the beaded curtain, causing a chaotic sound of pearls and jade colliding. He walked quickly to her and stared down at her from across the table: "Gu Qingzhi, do you hate me?"
Her drooping eyelids fluttered slowly, and she finally raised her head. Her eyes, which were as charming as if they were shining with pearls and jade, looked at him calmly. Her clear voice, like the sound of ice and jade colliding, sounded without any ripples: "Why do you hate me?"
Bang!
He placed his hands on the table in front of her, causing it to shake, showing how strong he was.
This action finally caught her attention. She was about to withdraw her gaze and it fell on him again. Her eyes suddenly showed a thousand graces and the movements of her hands also stopped.
His fingertips dug into the carved pear wood table, causing wrinkles on the delicate and intricate silk cloth on it. Xiao Changqing's voice trembled with effort, "At noon today, I personally supervised the execution of sixty-nine members of your Gu family, including your nephew who was less than three years old!"
To tell the truth, he felt uneasy for no reason. He stared into her eyes, trying to see some hatred, disgust, or even a hint of pain in them.
Unfortunately, he was disappointed. She remained calm, so calm that she was almost cold-blooded, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.
Three years, they were married for three years.
No matter he doted on her, or was intimate with other women in front of her, or even allowed his concubines to be rude to her, she was always so nonchalant, as if she was not living in this world, and seemed indifferent to all people and everything.
"Gu Qingzhi, you have no heart and your blood is cold." He suppressed the anger that was blocking his chest, and his voice came out from between his teeth.