After the King of Jing left, Ye Jiu, ensuring there was no one outside, quickly lay down on the bed but actually entered the space.
Sikong Mo had already been in the space alone for half a day. Seeing Ye Jiu co in, he imdiately asked, "So, did the King of Jing give you a hard ti?"
Although he knew it was unlikely, Sikong Mo couldn’t help but worry.
It’s only because it concerns Ye Jiu that he feels at a loss.
"Of course not." Ye Jiu laughed, though the smile was sowhat bitter, "Moreover, I promised him that I would accompany him to see the Princess Consort tomorrow."
However, Ye Jiu’s expression led Sikong Mo to believe that she was unwilling to go, which caused him to feel this way.
So, he said tenderly, "Jiujiu, if you don’t want to, don’t force yourself. You must rember, you are never alone, you have , and I can fully protect you from being bullied by anyone."
"I don’t really mind." Ye Jiu explained, "Actually, back then I hated her a lot, but later, I suddenly realized she was pitiful. No, I should say, at least half of the won in the world live very pitiful lives. Now, I feel neither forgiveness nor unforgiveness toward her, because in my eyes, she’s no different than a stranger."
Even hatred stems from caring, and once you stop caring, naturally the hatred disappears.
The reason she is willing to accompany the King of Jing to see her is that Ye Jiu can see that although the King of Jing always claims to be a cold-hearted man, perhaps even he hasn’t realized that he feels differently about the Princess Consort.
Otherwise, a man in his pri, with beautiful concubines at ho, could not possibly endure living like a celibate for several years.
Sikong Mo held Ye Jiu in his arms, "Don’t overthink it. Whether pitiful or fortunate, that is soone else’s life. Jiujiu, I promise you, for the rest of my life, I will regard you as my life to protect."
Suddenly, Ye Jiu felt so happy, so very happy.
Reaching out, wrapping her arms around his slender waist, Ye Jiu said, "Sikong Mo, does marrying make you feel very troubled?"
"Why ask that?" Sikong Mo lowered his head, and as Ye Jiu raised hers, they could see each other’s expressions perfectly.
"It’s nothing really. Do you know, when His Majesty refused your proposal to use the Tiger Talisman as a betrothal gift, I couldn’t quite understand my own feelings; I suddenly felt a bit relieved." Ye Jiu said.
Sikong Mo’s hands holding her stiffened, "Jiujiu doesn’t want to marry ?"
"No." Ye Jiu gave a bitter smile, "I just fear that one day you might regret it. When the splendor fades, when youth is gone, when our feelings gradually dwindle, you might regret having given up military power for . I also fear that without the Tiger Talisman, losing power, you might be put in a dangerous position."
After all, Sikong Mo has gained quite a reputation over the years, and likewise, he has made many enemies. If he were to lose power, there would undoubtedly be many who want his life.
Only then did Sikong Mo understand Ye Jiu’s aning, and the smile on his face beca increasingly profound and mysterious.
Suddenly, Sikong Mo released Ye Jiu and walked to the side with his hands behind his back, "Everyone knows that the Tiger Talisman can mobilize the army, but the Tiger Talisman does not represent all that I am."
As he spoke, Sikong Mo suddenly turned around and looked at Ye Jiu with a very serious expression, "Jiujiu, you don’t need to worry about . Since I’ve decided to hand over the Tiger Talisman, I’ve already prepared a backup plan for myself because, for the rest of my life, I must keep my life to protect the one I want to protect."
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