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Qing rushed back to the palace all day and night. After learning that Ling Aojue was in his palace, she ran there regardless of her tired body. However, she did not expect that when she opened the door, she saw Dai Ran.

He and Ling Aojue were hugging each other.

He was filled with joy, and suddenly it was as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him, and he froze in place until it became colder and colder.

Ling Aojue and Dai Ran both heard the sound of the door opening behind them and turned around.

After Ling Aojue came back, he didn't see Qingyi. After learning that Qingyi actually held the wedding alone, he didn't know what it felt like. He thought she left in anger, but he didn't expect that Qingyi would intrude like this.

Come in.

Just now, it was just that Dai Ran suddenly felt unwell, so he reached out to help her, but the look in the little thing's eyes clearly indicated that he had misunderstood something.

"Xiaoxiao, you're back." Ling Aojue suddenly didn't know how to face her. What he had been wanting to say was stuck in his heart, and all he could say were just a few faint words.

Qingyi's heart was cold, and his eyes were still on Ling Aojue's hand holding Dairan. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and opened them again. He had regained his composure.

"Uncle, where have you been? I miss you so much." After saying that, he walked towards Ling Aojue calmly, stood in front of him, and looked at him pitifully.

Special grandma, pretending? Who doesn’t know how to pretend?

"Xiaoxiao..." Ling Aojue called out in a low voice and fixed his gaze on Dai Ran, "Wan'er, please go out for a while. I have something to tell Xiaoxiao."

Dai Ran lowered her eyes, secretly glanced at Qing Yi coldly, turned around and saluted, "Your Majesty, I will leave first."

"Um."

There were only two people left in the huge palace. Ling Aojue was wearing a corset robe with hot gold edges. Under the sun, he stood taller and taller. He looked at the person in front of him. His face was a little pale, and his health was not good.

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Qingyi didn't want to make trouble unreasonably, nor did he want to question what happened just now. What should be said, Ling Aojue would say. If he didn't want to say it, what was the use of her forcing him?

In the end, he just sighed helplessly, and his mature look made Ling Aojue's eyes filled with a smile.

"Xiaoxiao, do you blame me?" Ling Aojue reached out and raised Qing Yi's head, which was lowered with a sigh.

Qingyi raised his eyes and shook his head, "Uncle, are you injured? Your face looks ugly."

"It's okay." Ling Aojue said so, but his pulse still betrayed him. Qingyi put his hand on him, and his heart beat unnaturally twice. He was seriously injured.

"Uncle, get on the bed quickly!" Qingyi didn't have time to worry about it. He pulled Ling Aojue and sat on the bed. Before he could react, he had already taken off his clothes.

What appeared in front of me was a shocking scar. Although there were straps, the blood stains on it could not be trapped and leaked out.

Qingyi's eyes flashed, he turned around, opened the door and walked out, "Come here, go to my yard and get all my medicines!"

"Uncle, how did you get hurt so badly? What happened?" Qingyi returned to the bed, looking at the scars on Ling Aojue's body, her heart throbbed with pain.

I don't even dare to touch it easily.

"Xiaoxiao, I feel sorry for you." Ling Aojue did not reply, but touched her little face that looked very tired. He knew many things. She would have a much worse life without him on her wedding day.

He knows the hardships and what he has to face.

Qingyi moved his slender fingers slightly, "Uncle, nothing is as important as your injuries right now."

She originally rushed back to expose Dai Ran's identity, but now, Ling Ao was so injured that if she said anything more, she would undoubtedly stab him in the chest again.

Sometimes, she really would rather herself be in pain than the people she cares about.

The bottles and jars were quickly taken from Qingyi, and Qingyi carefully removed the gauze on Ling Aojue's body and applied medicine to heal his injuries.

That's all she can do.

After giving Ling Aojue the good medicine, Qing let out a long sigh of relief and heard Ling Aojue say, "Xiaoxiao, you are tired."

He saw her tiredness, her slightly pale face, and the dark circles under her eyes.

"Come up and take a nap." Maybe he was injured, but when he saw Qingyi looking at him in the shower, at least he wasn't.

Qingyi was really tired, so he took off his shoes and clothes and got in. He just didn't dare to touch Ling Aojue for fear of touching the wounds on his body.

Dai Ran, who had always thought that Ling Aojue would come over, waited in her courtyard for a whole day, but she didn't even see a shadow of her. She originally thought that Ling Aojue's heart had completely turned to her side, but why did that little bastard keep coming?

If it appears, it will become like this?

After Qingyi had a peaceful sleep, Ling Aojue was also tired, not only physically but also mentally.

He carefully took the huddled little thing into his arms. Some things must be made clear sooner or later. If he really had to choose, sooner or later he would have to give up one of them, otherwise all three of them would be hurt.

Qingyi slept soundly and didn't wake up until three o'clock in the morning the next day, but Ling Aojue was no longer in bed.

Qingyi sat up from the bed and saw Ling Aojue standing in front of the bed not far away, seemingly worried.

"Uncle?" Qing Yi called out, and Ling Aojue turned his head and looked at her with a faint smile, "Are you awake?"

"Well, uncle, how are your injuries?" Qingyi climbed off the bed and walked to Ling Aojue's side. He took off his clothes and checked his injuries.

And at that moment, Ling Aojue took her hand, looked at her very seriously and said, "Xiaoxiao, do I have something to tell you?"

Qingyi's heart skipped a beat, and there was a feeling of uneasiness in her heart.

Ling Ao Juejian Qingyi looked at him with a slightly confused and frightened look, and swallowed the words that were on his lips for a moment, "I'm a little hungry, but I want to eat what you made."

When Qingyi heard this, he breathed an inexplicable sigh of relief, raised a slight smile and said, "Uncle, wait a minute, I'll go make you something to eat."

Qing Yi left, but Ling Aojue's heart never settled down. Choice, his choice...
Chapter completed!