"It seems that I am only destined to die!" I then thought about it. The Hunran Pearl is in my body and it is a sacred object. Can I interpret it as a saint and control them?

Xiang Yueyu looked at me with firm eyes and said: "Qing'er, I won't let them hurt you. The Taoist master also knows witchcraft. They can no longer perform witchcraft in the palace, and witchcraft cannot be performed casually.

They will not use witchcraft unless they have to. Qing'er just stay in the palace and wait for things to turn around as you wish."

What does it mean to do as I wish? I can do whatever I want?

Sorry! What should I do with my restaurant now?

The author yells: Is the restaurant more important, or is life more important?

Tangled——

No, the Taoist master knows witchcraft. Why can't he see at a glance that there are Hunran beads in my body, and he still needs a glass of poisonous wine to test it? Haha, it turns out that there is no perfect way.

The fire of hope was born, my eyes flashed, and I said weirdly to Xiang Yueyu: "The master has his own clever plan, Your Majesty, I think the most unsafe place is the palace. At the beginning, the Taoist priest couldn't tell at a glance that there was a Hunran Pearl in my body.

, witchcraft may not necessarily penetrate the human body.”

A flash of sadness flashed in Xiang Yueyu's eyes: "Qing'er still wants to leave the palace?"

I lowered my head and thought for a while and said, "If I don't leave, you can't restrict my freedom. I want to go out for a walk occasionally. Do you agree?"

Xiang Yueyu sat back, looking at me with calm eyes, and then said: "Qing'er, what are you doing so mysteriously? You didn't just run away because you hate the palace, right?"

Should I tell him the truth?

Hesitating, entangled, wandering——

Don’t say it, definitely don’t say it!

"I'm getting familiar with the Ye family's business, and I'm visiting Yan Country by the way." He answered evasively.

"If I refuse, will you continue to resist?" Xiang Yueyu's expression was a bit serious, and he was still acting cool after being injured like this.

Why don't you want to, why don't you want to? My feet are on me, and I don't need you to help me walk, really!

Well, you are a sick person and I won’t argue with you.

"You should recover from your injuries first. Your refusal doesn't really have much weight. Now it's up to me to decide whether you want to or not!" I gently supported him and protected him carefully: "You'd better lie down, I don't want to

Because your injury will be more serious when I return home, then I will disappear in front of you immediately."

Xiang Yueyu smiled softly. He really felt defeated and helpless. Who asked him to marry a stupid princess who was not a fool.

He slowly lay down as instructed and said, "Qing'er, maybe that's what I admire about you, you have a sharp mouth but a soft heart!"

I stared at him and asked, "Do you appreciate it or like it?"

"It's love!" He replied softly with his eyes closed, his tone firm and decisive.

I was slightly stunned, love? What is that thing? Intangible, colorless, tasteless, just a feeling that comes from the heart, right?

"What do you love me for?" I looked at him for a while, wondering in my heart, what does he love me for?

His clear eyes opened instantly, shining with a faint light, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "Qing'er, why don't you love me?"
Chapter completed!