"Are you mine or his?" Jing Huahan stood up angrily, "Okay! In that case, go and serve him!"
"I'm a broke person now! I can't let go of your Buddha anymore!"
After that, he walked to the door in a few steps, raised his hand and raised the curtain, "Please! Little Master Qing'e!"
Seeing that Jinghua Hairpin was angry, Qing'e shook her head in fear, "No! Princess, I just don't want you to suffer yourself - I don't want to cheat on you! I have never had that idea!"
As he said that, he knelt on the spot blankly, and two lines of clear tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
Seeing Qing'e's look like this, Jing Huahan's anger also dissipated a lot.
She also realized that she was too sensitive.
She sighed, and the corners of her eyes turned a little red, "Get up, the ground is so cold, why bother kneeling all the time."
After that, he raised his feet and sat down on the dressing table again, "Continue combing my hair."
Qing'e nodded hurriedly, not daring to say anything else.
Looking at Qing'e in the bronze mirror, Jing Huahan thought of the dead Wen Chan.
She raised her hand to cover Qing'e's hand and said calmly: "Now, I don't know the situation of my father and mother. There is no news about General Qi, and there is no news about the two royal brothers."
"Qing'e." She said, turned around, and gently placed her cheek on the back of Qing'e's hand, her voice finally choked with sobs, "I'm afraid - I'm really afraid - Wen Chan will die too Now—I only have you now—"
After saying this, Qing'e couldn't help crying again.
She gently hugged Jing Huahan's shoulders, just like she did when she was a child.
"Princess, don't be afraid, maybe the emperor and the queen are discussing with the two princes how to rescue us right now!"
Jing Huahan knew that Qing'e was comforting her.
As early as when Qi He handed the scrawled letter to her hand, she had a strong premonition that she would never be the princess of Dajing again.
And now more than half a month has passed, and this feeling is getting stronger and stronger.
She no longer dared to hope for anything.
She felt that the only hope in front of her was to be her own savior.
But what Qing'e said just now is not unreasonable.
"Qing'e, you just said that I don't want to suffer myself. What do you mean?" Jinghua Hairpin raised his hand and stroked Qing'e's head.
Qing'e wiped her tears with hopeful eyes, "I feel that you should not put such a heavy courage to restore the country on your shoulders alone. You are just a princess. This burden is too heavy for you. Say, this is too-"
Jing Huahan smiled lightly and cut off Qing'e's words.
"I know, you think that since I'm a woman, I can't bear this burden, right?"
Qing'e shook her head, "No, I'm not doubting your strength. I'm just thinking that you might as well go out of the palace first and find out the whereabouts of the emperor, the queen and the two princes. Anyway, the second prince of Beidi is also willing to take over. You can find a way to send me out of the palace."
Jing Huahan smiled coldly, with a trace of coldness flashing in his eyes, "Qing'e, you are too naive!"
"Don't forget, he is the second prince of Beidi. He is willing to send me out of the palace. What next? Do you think he is willing to let me meet outsiders freely? Will he be willing to let me find my father and mother? "
"No way -" At this point, Jing Huahan's eyes were full of disappointment, "I have seen through him. He is a cold-blooded and ruthless person. The reason why he is willing to help me now is just because of the hatred in his heart." There’s a warmth to me that I haven’t gotten yet!”
"As long as I comply with his wishes and beg him to send me out of the palace, then - he won't necessarily still take me to heart!"
"What are you doing?"
A voice came out suddenly, and Jinghua Hairpin and Qing'e couldn't help but look towards the door, only to see Helian Sangma standing at the door at some point.
Jing Huahan hurriedly wiped away her tears and smiled lightly, "Auntie, are you up? Why don't you sleep a little longer? You don't have to come to my room to serve me so early in the morning. I just have Qing'e here."
Sang Ma walked in with a smile, "I'm old, Jue Shao. I thought that Princess you couldn't get used to our Beidi food, so I got up early and went to the imperial dining room to ask them to make a few more Central Plains pastries and so on. Unexpectedly, There is someone who is more considerate than this slave!"
After that, he placed the plates in the food box one by one.
Qing'e looked at Sang Ma in confusion, "Auntie, who is more thoughtful than you?"
Sang Ma smiled brightly, "When I arrived at the imperial dining room, I wanted to ask you what kind of pastries are available in the Central Plains. As a result, as soon as I walked in the door, Eunuch Bu, who was next to the Holy Master, was also there."
"I thought he was coming to deliver food to the saint, so I hid aside. But he happened to see me, and he waved me over."
"I found out after I got there that he was there to prepare meals for the princess on the orders of the Holy One!"
When Jinghua Hairpin heard this, he was dumbfounded and it took him a long time to react.
"Auntie, you mean - your king sent someone to prepare cakes for me?"
Sang Ma was extremely happy, "Yes! Eunuch Bu said that I don't know where I heard that you are not used to our Beidi food. This morning, Tete sent someone to buy ingredients outside the palace. There are more than a dozen kinds of freshly steamed pastries and rice porridge for you to choose from!"
Seeing that the plan was almost full, Qing'e was also dumbfounded. What kind of operation is this? No more beheading?
Seeing the stunned expressions of the two of them, Sang Ma walked to Jinghua Hairpin in a few steps and helped her to the desk, "Princess, take a look, how does this cake taste?"
She didn't know whether it was due to the heat or the shock of the news, but Jing Huahan felt a little confused for a moment.
She slowly sat down on the chair and kept thinking in her head.
How could the king of a country be so thoughtful? And how did she know that she wasn't used to Beidi's food?
Her mother had been a queen for half her life and had never received this kind of treatment.
The king of a country is not so careful.
What's more, she herself is still a prisoner of illness——
Is there some mystery behind this?
Looking at the table full of pastries, soups, porridge and side dishes, Jing Huahan felt a little hungry. After all, it had been a long time since he had had a good meal.
But her reason told her not to eat it! This monarch is afraid that he wants to poison her to death!
That must be it!
Thinking of this, she swallowed and smiled at Sang Ma, "It's freezing and the guards in the outer courtyard are working very hard. Let's give them to them. I have a severe toothache recently. These sweet things are not suitable for eating. "
