Chapter 297

"Squeak --"

The door of the new house was opened, and the cold wind outside poured in, making the candle flicker and may go out at any time.

The whole room suddenly became cold, but Bai Qingqiang didn't feel anything. She just looked up at the sound.

She saw Zixuan, the sixth Prince of the visitor. His face was flickering in the flickering candlelight, but his eyes were full of affection and hot.

Bai Qingqiang noticed his eyes for the first time. It turned out to be so hot and pure.

She was so stupid that she never looked him in the face, so she ignored his true feelings.

He held a pottery bowl with black soup in it.

"Ziyu, I don't know if it's too late for me to say now."

Bai Qingqiang paused, and a jasmine elegant smile floated on her face.

"I like your poem very much."

Her voice, very gentle, like gurgling water, flows into Ziyu's heart.

His eyes suddenly brightened up in the dark night, like a dim star, emerging from the shadow of the clouds and blooming with a faint but stubborn brilliance.

His eyes turned red in an instant, and tears gushed out uncontrollably.

Did she finally know the truth?

He loved her so many years, so deeply!

But it's still too late.

His repressed cry gradually became loud, holding the medicine bowl in his hand and crying like a child.

"Sorry, I missed you."

Bai Qingqiang took his embroidered handkerchief and dried his tears.

"I asked the imperial doctor to prescribe medicine for you. Drink this bowl of medicine first!"

Ziyu choked with tears.

"Yes."

Bai Qingqiang nodded and drank the bowl of black medicine.

When it was dark, she felt her consciousness blurred.

After she drank the medicine, she fell into Zixuan's arms. He held her body and cried hysterically at night.

Zixuan held her, put her on the bed, held her hand, and looked steadfast in her eyes.

"Qiang'er, we will be together all our lives. Even if we want to go to hell, I'm not afraid for you."

He glanced at the broken pottery bowl on the ground with a complex and determined look.

Compared with the death of the sixth Prince's residence, which is like the silence of a tomb, the brightly lit Chu residence is as lively as a market.

Although it was already late at night, at the door of the Chu house, the Chu family, led by the old man of Chu, were waiting eagerly.

They have been waiting here for a long time. Old Chu has stood with weak legs. At the moment, two servants help him.

"Grandpa, we've been waiting for a long time. How long will it take?"

Chu Dong said impatiently. He was still busy reading medical books. As a result, he was called to stand for a long time.

"Yes! Who is sacred to have so many of us waiting here?"

"Is this man coming yet?"

"My feet are sore."

“……”

Young ladies and gentlemen dressed in gorgeous clothes all looked dissatisfied.

"Yun Shao wants to come to our Chu family. You all cheer up and stand ready to welcome!"

Master Chu scolded angrily when he saw their appearance.

"Look at you. If Yunshao sees you, it will humiliate the Chu family."

"Dad, isn't Yunshao coming today? It's so late."

Master Chu asked.

"No matter how late you are, you have to wait. What if Yunshao comes? Yunshao is a distinguished guest. You have to wait all night."

Master Chu was almost unable to stand. When he was going to go back to rest and let his son take everyone to wait, he saw a white horse galloping.

The white horse ran so fast that he rushed straight at old Chu and scared him away. As a result, he fell heavily to the ground because his legs were not sharp.