"Your Majesty!" His subordinates exclaimed, suddenly becoming worried.
The prince already has cold syndrome, but he was still soaking in ice water at this time, fearing that it would aggravate his condition.
His men were all anxious.
"Get out." Wanyan Jin closed his eyes and leaned against the tub, his voice breathtaking.
"Yes." The men had no choice but to retreat.
Shocked the Duke's Mansion.
It was past midnight, and the old lady couldn't stand it any longer. She said to her son and daughter-in-law who were accompanying her: "Okay, it's getting late. You guys should go back and have a rest. I'm going to bed too."
Lu Hetian and Ling Lihua had no choice but to stand up.
"Then let's go back first."
The two walked out one after the other.
Seeing the two of them walking away, the old lady sighed, held Aunt Lan's hand and walked towards the bedroom.
"Will these two children consummate their marriage tonight?"
Aunt Lan said funnyly: "You are so anxious, don't you still want to hold a grandson?"
The old lady smiled and said, "If they can give birth, I would like it."
Aunt Lan smiled and shook her head.
Lu Hetian and Ling Lihua remained silent after leaving the Fushou Hall.
Both of them drank alcohol tonight, but when they came back, they drank hangover soup, so they were not tipsy at all.
Lu Hetian slowed down his pace, and when she caught up with him, he suddenly plucked up the courage to hold her hand.
Ling Lihua struggled for a moment, but he held him tighter, looking at him with evil eyes, "Let go!"
Lu Hetian was very determined this time, "I won't let you go."
Ling Lihua was furious and punched him in the chest.
Lu Hetian not only didn't let go, but stood there upright, not dodging or evading.
Ling Lihua was startled and quickly released her inner strength. Therefore, when her fist hit his body, it only made a muffled sound but did not cause any substantial damage.
But despite this, Ling Lihua still frowned, "Why don't you hide?"
Lu Hetian's eyes darkened, and his tone was sad and helpless, "Lihua, I have done too many things that I'm sorry for you. It's all my fault that you have suffered so much over the years. You can hit or scold you, you can, I just Please, don’t leave me again.”
Ling Lihua remained silent and did not speak.
Seeing that she no longer rejected his closeness, Lu Hetian couldn't help but raise his hand and touch her hair, and said softly: "Lihua, we are not young anymore, we should not waste any more time. Can you, please forgive me? I promise, I will try my best to be nice to you for the rest of my life, and I will never do anything to feel sorry for you."
When he said this, although he tried his best to hide it, his uneasiness and anxiety still leaked.
Ling Lihua was in a confused mood.
In fact, she no longer hated him after knowing the truth about that year.
If she hadn't been worried about the old lady being alone at home, she would have even impulsively gone to the border to find him.
Because what he said to her on the eve of the expedition made her feel a lot.
Especially that night, the tears he shed while he was buried in her neck really shocked her.
Lu Hetian has always been a cold-blooded man, but he shed tears.
This incident has been lingering in her heart, making her cold heart feel a little painful.
Knowing that he would come back, she was fine on the surface, but she was actually very happy in her heart.
But all her good mood was ruined by Wanyan Luosang.
Ling Lihua raised her face and looked at the man's resolute handsome face, and her heart suddenly ached.
Once, she loved this man very much, almost obsessed with him.
So when she learned that he had betrayed her, all her love turned into resentment against him.
After leaving that year, she thought she could let it go, but in fact she still held a grudge in her heart.
She hated her for fifteen years and tortured herself for fifteen years.
(End of chapter)