Yang Jinqiao...?

I was a little confused for a moment and blinked, but the person in front of me was indeed her. I didn’t know whether it was a dream or because I was sick, when I heard her say: "Are you feeling better? Get up and eat when you feel better."
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It’s really her!

I slowly stood up and immediately felt a dull pain on my shoulder. However, the wound had been bandaged. I was a little confused and asked doubtfully: "Mrs. Jinqiao, Qingying is disturbing me. Why is Qingying doing this?"

At your place?"

Yang Jinqiao sat at the table and said: "His Highness has transferred you to my place, so you don't have to go back to Luomei's house from now on."

What, Pei Yuanhao gave me to her?

I couldn't help but laugh in my heart. Now that Yao Yingxue is pregnant, of course he has to accompany her often. He transferred me to Yang Jinqiao so that he doesn't even have to see me.

It seems that he is really annoyed.

Either this or that...

I sat silently on the bedside. Although my heart was sour, no tears came out. Maybe it was because I had shed all the tears I could shed before. Yang Jinqiao looked at me for a while, then slowly walked to me,

Said: "Do you remember what I once told you?"

I raised my head and looked at her.

"You can't stir up the waters in Shangyang Palace, otherwise sooner or later, you will be swallowed up." She said coldly: "It seems that you have almost been swallowed up."

"..."

She did say this to me, but I was too naive at that time. I thought I was sensible enough and strong enough. But when I heard it again now, I was already bruised and bruised.

I smiled sadly and said, "Slave, you have let down Mrs. Jinqiao."

She slowly leaned down again, looked into my eyes, and said with an unpredictable smile: "You really make me wonder. You can see more clearly than anyone else, but you can sink deeper than anyone else."
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I looked at her eyes, which were very close at hand, and looked at the almost ruined me reflected in those eyes, and suddenly said: "Where is Madam?"

"What?"

"If it were you, madam, would you be trapped?"

"Me? I can't!"

"Why?"

Yang Jinqiao lowered his head and looked at something, but the expression on his face was indescribably clear. He said word by word: "Because, I know what I want. As long as the goal remains unchanged, I will not

If you leave the path I want to take, you won’t sink!”

This sentence was like a burst of thunder, hitting me hard. I looked at her with wide eyes as if I had just woken up from a dream. Yang Jinqiao smiled calmly, turned around and walked out.

As long as the goal remains unchanged...

As long as you don't leave the path you want to take...

I slowly lowered my head, and what I saw was my shadow cast on the ground under the candlelight. The candlelight swayed, and the shadow also swayed, but in fact, the real me was still here and had never moved.

I once heard a story that monks saw flags flying in the wind. One monk said the wind was blowing, another monk said the flags were moving, but the last monk said: It was not the wind or the flags, but the heartbeat.

However, heartbeat——it is wrong!

I stayed in Yang Jinqiao's house for a day. Fortunately, the medicine she gave me was very good. In addition, the injury was just flesh, and it soon scabbed over, making it less painful to move.

This morning, I went to her bedroom to thank her and said: "Mrs. Jinqiao's words the day before yesterday were like a revelation. Qingying was extremely grateful and came here to express my gratitude to Madam."

She sat there and smiled: "Don't talk about me like a Bodhisattva, I don't have such a good heart."

"Although Madam said this, Qingying still hopes that Madam can show mercy and agree to Qingying's request."
Chapter completed!