At least in the days without him, his sister can be safe and happy.

…

The snow in Chang'an was heavier than usual this time, and the clusters of red plum blossoms were in full bloom. The beauty leaned casually on the railing, folded a plum blossom with her slender hands, and smiled softly at the palace maid who was sizing her up with her curved lips.

Such beauty.

"No wonder His Majesty likes..." The little maid muttered in a low voice, "If I looked like this, why would I be here as a maid?"

The aunt who was in charge next to me saw the girl speaking freely and pinched her hard.

Then seeing that Su Qiao didn't seem to notice what they were saying, the aunt in charge was relieved.

Nowadays, the imperial court is in turmoil. Not long after he succeeded to the throne, the prince used iron and blood to suppress those ministers.

The beauty in front of them was dear to their Majesty's heart. It was not the turn of servants like them to make irresponsible remarks.

Su Qiao lowered her eyes indifferently, twirling her hair with her fingertips, completely bored.

She didn't know how long it had been since she saw Ji Huaijiu.

Now, as he said, the world is prosperous and peaceful.

But Su Qiao always felt something was wrong.

…

Su Qiao slowly sat on the chair and waited for him all night.

After all, I am not a fool. This awkward little emperor always comes in the middle of the night.

When the little girl was almost drowsy from waiting, she held her head in a daze and suddenly fell into a warm embrace.

"Brother Ninth..."

The little girl's voice was soft, and the words "Brother Ninth" made the young man stiff for a moment. The corners of his lips curved and he responded softly.

In the dim night, Su Qiao did not see his pale face.

only……

She has always been sensitive to the smell of blood.

"...You killed someone?" Su Qiao guessed in a low voice, and then said: "No..."

More than a month has passed since the usurpation of the throne.

There is no need for him to continue killing people.

Since it's not murder...

That is to say.

"Are you injured?" Su Qiao's heart tightened suddenly, and she stared at the person in front of her without blinking.

But she saw the young man stretched out his cold fingertips and gently touched her lips, tilted his head and smiled softly, "Don't be afraid..."

"Don't be afraid of me, okay."

Ji Huaijiu hugged the little girl in his arms tightly. His face was pale, the corners of his red lips curved, and he said softly:

"I regret it..."

The young man leaned weakly on her shoulder, and the soft lips on the side of his face gently brushed against each other, followed by a gentle kiss. The smell of blood came, making Su Qiao slightly stunned for a few moments.

"Sister..." The young man laughed softly, "In this world..."

"I don't want it anymore."

He just wants her.

The young man's voice was soft and soft, and in the end it was so weak that it was almost imperceptible, "I want to take my sister home... and marry you..."

He doesn't like it here.

not at all.

The system had told him from the beginning that if he sought an afterlife, he would only end up in a state of despair.

But he doesn't care anymore.

At least he can protect her safety and happiness during his lifetime.

He had arranged all the escape routes for her, but his little girl... didn't seem as happy as he imagined.

…

Su Qiao raised her peach blossom eyes slightly and looked at Ji Huaijiu absentmindedly.

Thinking of what he did not long ago, everything seemed to be explained.

He doesn't have much time to waste.

Only this method can be used.

…

The young man's face was pale and he half-closed his eyes. As he lay dying, he seemed to be recalling the time when the two first met when he was a child.

At that time, beauties were young and young men were romantic.

The little girl under the palace wall has curved eyebrows and eyes, just like before.

*

Su Qiao curled up in confusion, looking helplessly at the young man in his arms without any sign of life. Thinking of his past arrogance, he finally cried out in frustration.

That young man in Chang'an who was dressed in fine clothes and angry with his horse.

He just wants to take her home.

In the end, he was still alone and had no happy ending.

…

The young man in her memory smiled slightly at her, a few years later:

"...I've been gone for many years, but I'm still fine."

"beauty,

The young man leaned on the railing and chuckled, blinking:

--hello.

【End/End】

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May I dream for years and wake up to see you.
Chapter completed!