This journey is still long, but I am here.

This sentence was very short and simple, and he was very calm when he said it. His voice was as low as the wind whispering in his ears, but for some reason, it seemed like a promise.

My heart felt a little heavy, but I didn’t say anything after all. I just slowly closed my eyes.

I was hugged by him all the way out of the door, and a gust of cool breeze hit me. Fortunately, he kept wrapping me in a thin blanket, so it wasn't too cold, but I could feel his hands holding me tighter.

Clinging to his chest, you can almost hear the strength of his heartbeat and feel the heat of every breath he takes.

After I went out, I actually wanted to open my eyes and see the outside world, what Jiangnan'an looked like, and what his residence looked like. But in this situation, I didn't know whether I should open my eyes or not.

Before hesitating, he had already carried me into the carriage.

Some things were arranged outside. After waiting for a while, I heard the whip of the horse whip being whipped, and the carriage slowly drove forward.

I slowly opened my eyes.

He was sitting next to me, and I was leaning on his shoulder. He was reaching out to tighten the blanket that had slipped off his shoulders. When I met him, I still had some confused eyes, and smiled slightly: "Lu

It’s not far. Just close your eyes and you’ll be there in a moment.”

Speaking of which, I had slept for such a long time, so how could I still think about resting like this, so I looked next to me: "Hey, where is Ping'er?"

"He is in another carriage, and someone is taking him."

"Ah..."

"The carriage is small. If he comes up too, you won't be able to rest well."

"Oh."

This carriage is indeed not big, but it is well-arranged and comfortable. No matter what, he always thinks of the best for me, so even the most inconspicuous details are perfect.

Because of this, I feel increasingly heavy.

I am not tired, but I can only let myself close my eyes and listen to the monotonous sound of the wheels and the hustle and bustle of the street outside. It is obviously very noisy, but for some reason, the feeling in the car is very quiet, even his breathing

I could hear the sound. As his breathing rose and fell, my thoughts seemed to drift away. I thought a lot and thought for a long time. Finally, I couldn't help but speak and said softly: "Master."<

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"Huh?"

He heard my voice and immediately agreed.

I hesitated for a moment and said: "Yao Lao and you... you have known about it for a long time, right?"

This time, he did not agree. After a short silence, I heard him sigh softly.

Then he whispered: "Qingying, what do you think when you know my life experience?"

"..."

"Do you think I——"

"Sir, there is an old saying that states that princes, generals, and ministers should be content with each other. Although this sounds rebellious, it is also reasonable." I said, raised my head and looked at him, and said seriously: "Besides, I have always believed that

, It doesn’t matter what a person’s life experience is. People are not dogs or horses. They must be of a ‘famous breed’. What a person is like depends on his own efforts.”

There was a faint smile of pleasure in the corners of his eyes: "Really?"

"Yeah."

In fact, I was not so sure in the past. After all, in this world, it is much better to have a wealthy father who is in court than to work hard all his life and never get ahead. However, I have met Liu San

My son, only I know that although he has a father and brother who are high-ranking officials, and even a sister who is a concubine, he has never relied on these powers. He was originally supposed to be the latter, and he could never get out of trouble after working hard all his life.

But now, he relies on his own efforts to reach where he should be.

If he really had that kind of dandy temperament, how could he fall in Fu Badai's eyes, and how could Pei Yuanhao reuse him even though he had a grudge against him? I'm afraid he would have been buried in Jixiang Village long ago.

Therefore, I don’t mind anyone’s birth, as long as they are good.

"Actually, I didn't care at first, but now -" he said and glanced at me: "I don't care even more."

His gaze made my face heat up, and I lowered my head to avoid his eyes.

He was not angry, but took a deep breath, and then said slowly: "Qingying, I don't want to lie to you."

"..."

"I knew my life experience a long time ago."

"..."

"You can imagine how big a blow it was to me."

"...Hmm." I nodded slightly.

I can't completely empathize with you, but I can understand that the prince, who was originally a wise prince and the only person to succeed the imperial family, suddenly found that he did not belong to the Tian family at all, but on the contrary, he was a member of the rebellious forces that were fighting against the imperial court.

Being the leader's child, that kind of impact and gap is indeed not something ordinary people can bear.

"It's almost impossible to survive."

"..."

I never thought that Pei Yuanxiu would tell me this, and I never even thought that there would be times when he would not be able to survive it. Maybe in my eyes, he will always be that spotless and graceful prince, who will always be the one inside.

The man who looked like an immortal was quietly looking through the files in the Tibetan Pavilion. Now, he has fallen into the mortal world, but he still maintains his peace and indifference, but some old wounds can be vaguely seen.

I said softly: "Then how did you..."

I didn't finish my question because he glanced at me, and his look showed a bit of unexpected frustration, and he sighed softly, as if I shouldn't ask this question.

I was immediately at a loss and looked at him blankly.

After a moment of silence, he smiled and said, "Let's talk about it in the future."

I was stunned for a moment, not knowing what was wrong, but since he said that, I could only nod.

For the next time, neither of them spoke again. The carriage kept moving forward. It seemed that it had passed many places before it finally stopped. He raised the curtain and looked outside: "We're here."

When he took me out of the carriage, guards were already posted in front and behind this small alley. Although there were not many people, it was obvious that each of them was an elite candidate. There were also some common people nearby who could faintly hear what was going on here.

There was a noise, and many people came over to look at me. Pei Yuanxiu ignored me and just held me and walked to the door carefully.

On the other side, Ping'er also jumped off the carriage and walked over with a pale face.

In front of him was an ordinary house. The white God of Wealth was still affixed to the wooden door, and the New Year couplets affixed on both sides were still there. He stood stupidly at the door and watched all this, his whole body trembling.
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Pei Yuanxiu slowly put me down. While I covered my face with a scarf, I walked up to Ping'er and stretched out my hand to support his shoulders: "Ping'er, are you okay?"

He raised his head and glanced at me, his face was frighteningly pale.

"Aunt Qing," her voice was almost crying: "What if, what if my father is really in there?"

"..."

"I, I don't know if I should go in. What if it's true? What should my mother do? What should my sister do?"

"..."

"Aunt Qing, am I dreaming? I didn't cross the river, right?"

Seeing that he was almost crying, I was speechless. I could only reach out and hug him, and the corners of my eyes turned slightly red.

I understand how he feels. Taking this step may mean that all his beliefs and all his life will be shattered. It takes a lot of courage to face all this, and he is still so young.

I said softly: "Don't be afraid. No matter what, Aunt Qing is still here."

"...Hmm."

He nodded slightly, but at this moment, footsteps came from inside, and a woman's lazy and displeased voice said: "Why is it so noisy outside? Who is acting wild at my door?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was already opened.

A pretty woman in her twenties with heavy makeup leaned against the door, looking at us with a worried look on her face, and then seeing the carriage behind us, she said: "Who are you? What are you doing at my door?"

As soon as I saw her, Ping'er froze in my arms.

I still managed to cover my face with a scarf, but when I saw a woman coming out, I felt a little uneasy, so I said, "Excuse me, is there a person named Gu Qi here?"

"Gu Qi?" When the woman heard this, she immediately showed an unhappy look on her face. She looked me up and down again. When she saw that I covered my face with a scarf, she sneered: "What are you doing? Who are you? Don't tell me.

, you are that damn yellow-faced woman, why did you come here to fight for me?"

When I heard this, my heart sank.

Ping'er suddenly said loudly at this time: "Why do you scold my mother!"

"Oh, what's wrong with scolding your mother?" The woman leaned against the door coquettishly, her exposed curves looking very coquettish: "It's because your mother has no ability, otherwise your father could find an opportunity to cross the river and come to my place.

?Huh."

Ping'er's face turned red all of a sudden, he clenched his fists and looked at her breathlessly. Suddenly he rushed in and shouted: "Dad! Dad, come out! Come out!"

The woman frowned, immediately stretched out her hand to stop him, and cursed: "What are you doing?!"

"Dad, come out! I am Ping'er, dad, come out and see me!"

"Shut up, mother, and get out!"
To be continued...