After the rebirth, the empress took the tragic script of Meiqiang

Chapter 90 Fear

Ye Qinghuai was silent for a long time. She carefully considered Lu Yanchen's words and recalled what she had thought when she had killed someone several times.

Finally, she gave a helpless smile and said, "It seems that I am indeed not qualified for this."

"I saw Your Majesty in Donglin Gate raising his sword to kill the enemy with great vigor and vigor. I would like to ask Your Majesty why he raised his sword?" Lu Yanchen asked.

Ye Qinghuai lowered his eyes, thought, and whispered: "Because of fear. If I don't lift the sword, they will push me into eternal damnation."

She is a person who has died once. She has experienced the powerlessness of sitting in an empty hall waiting for the rebels to enter the imperial city, and has also experienced the despair of watching her loved ones die in front of her.

She was too scared. She never wanted to experience it a second time.

Therefore, she had murderous intentions when Qin Baozhu discovered the woman's identity.

Therefore, when she was surrounded by the Forbidden Army, she pulled out the Longyuan Sword that had not been unsheathed for hundreds of years.

She was afraid of being blindfolded, afraid of watching someone she cared about die in front of her, afraid of becoming a caged bird at the mercy of others, and afraid of making the same mistakes again.

She ran desperately because she was afraid of being overtaken by the shadow of fate. She waved her sword desperately to split the thick fog of fear.

In her previous life, she thought that as the Ninth Five Supreme Being, she had many choices. She could choose to rule by doing nothing, she could choose the person she liked, and she could choose a life as clean as a blank sheet of paper. She could choose to believe, trust the courtiers,

Trust the inner court and trust the people around you.

But this time, she realized that she had no choice.

She can only win. She can't choose anything but winning.

Sitting on this throne of power, there is no room for the word "failure" in her world.

Besides winning, there is only death.

There is no third way.

On this gambling table where her own life and the lives of everyone around her are on the line, she must be cautious and walk on thin ice. She dare not and cannot trust anyone.

Including Lu Yanchen.

Even herself.

She had to make sure nothing went wrong.

Ye Qinghuai thought this and unconsciously clenched the gold medal in his hand.

She smiled bitterly, looked at Lu Yanchen and said: "I am far from strong enough to be qualified to protect others. Carrying a sword for the sake of protection is a state that can only be achieved by a strong man with ease. Now I can only protect myself.

If we don’t have time, what else can we talk about?”

Lu Yanchen looked at Ye Qinghuai and suddenly remembered that he had caught a glimpse of Ye Qinghuai's fragility in the electric light when the curtain was raised on the carriage back to the palace.

He thought he had made a mistake.

Because Ye Qinghuai had never shown the slightest bit of vulnerability in front of him.

Even when Queen Mother Jing Min passed away, she never showed any timidity in front of others.

Her perseverance often makes people forget that she is a sixteen-and-a-half-year-old child.

But it wasn't until this moment that Lu Yanchen discovered that the reason why Ye Qinghuai was able to do this was not because her mind was stronger than ordinary people. It was just that she was desperately forcing herself, forcing herself to hold her head high, and forcing herself to move forward.

, forcing myself not to cry.

She hid her true self under that steely body, preventing anyone from discovering her.

If it weren't for that quick glance under the moonlight, Lu Yanchen wouldn't have noticed it.

He found that Ye Qinghuai was afraid, just like a child afraid of the dark. The thorns on her body were actually to resist this fear.

He looked at Ye Qinghuai and said to her solemnly: "Your Majesty, don't be afraid. Your Majesty is not alone. This sword will always be in your Majesty's hands. As long as your Majesty needs it, I will always be there."

This is a vow.

It hits the ground with a loud sound and is as heavy as a stone.

Ye Qinghuai felt warm in her heart. In the depths of her memory, Lu Yanchen once smiled gently at her huddled in the dark like he is now, and then stretched out his slender and beautiful hand to her.

.

It was the first time we met in Wenxuan Palace, it was the funeral of Empress Dowager Jingmin, and it was the time when she was walking alone.

He appeared at every confusing crossroads in her life and in every dark night of self-doubt.

Every time, he accurately saw through her cover-up and disguise, as well as her desolation and vulnerability. But he never revealed it.

He just stood in front of her quietly, silently sweeping away the haze.

Ye Qinghuai's nose was blocked. She suddenly felt sorry for Lu Yanchen's injuries. She couldn't help but look at Lu Yanchen's chest and asked, "Did Sir's injuries come from being tortured in the Criminal Department?"

Lu Yanchen was startled for a moment, then smiled at her and said calmly, "Yes."

"I asked Dr. Zhou, and he said that most of the injuries on Mr.'s body were whip wounds from torture, rather than sword wounds from fighting with others."

The implication is that his injury was not due to being outnumbered and defeated in Donglinmen, but because of being whipped.

Lu Yanchen remained silent and did not speak.

After receiving his acquiescence, Ye Qinghuai felt angry.

Her husband held back thousands of troops at Donglin Gate with a long sword, but he was still able to fight without retreating and suffered very little damage.

But even if he has the courage and strength to stand up to all others, he is still just a mortal in front of the cruel iron whip of the Ministry of Punishment.

"Why do they treat you like this? What do they want from you?" Ye Qinghuai asked suppressing his anger.

Lu Yanchen shook his head: "They don't know the existence of the Eagle Guard. In their eyes, I am just an ordinary Taiqing Pavilion bachelor. They are just venting their anger by doing this."

After speaking, Lu Yanchen smiled coldly.

His eyes were full of indifferent contempt.

It was quite similar to the stern and fearless look he had yesterday when he drew his sword to face the enemy in Donglin Gate.

Ye Qinghuai was startled. She suddenly felt that Lu Yanchen probably didn't feel how serious his injuries were.

She couldn't help but frown.

Seeing Ye Qinghuai's worried eyes, Lu Yanchen smiled gently at her and said, "They are all superficial injuries. They will be healed in less than ten days. Your Majesty, don't worry."

He said it lightly, but Ye Qinghuai didn't believe it.

"Sir, don't try to lie to me. I have seen your wound with my own eyes, and it is definitely not a skin injury. You must listen to Dr. Zhou's orders and don't be careless."

Lu Yanchen's expression was shaken for a moment, as if he thought of something, and his eyes looking at Ye Qinghuai suddenly became complex and hot.

Ye Qinghuai's heart skipped a beat when he saw him, and she subconsciously hid her eyes.

Then, she suddenly realized that Lu Yanchen's wound was on his chest. If he could see his wound, he could only see it when his upper body was naked.

Ye Qinghuai explained in a panic: "I just... saw that Mr. was covered in thick medicine, so I thought the wound must be serious."

She felt a little regretful after saying this, feeling that it was superfluous. After all, even if the two men looked at each other, it should be nothing.

Putting it this way, it seems that there is no three hundred taels of silver in this place.

Seeing her panic, Lu Yanchen smiled, his eyes softened again, and said, "Your Majesty, please tell me what happened outside Chengtian Gate."

(End of chapter)