C18 If You Don't Want to be Your Father You Might as Well be Your Husband

Qin Huo slowly walked over. Her face was unparalleled, and extremely ruthless.

Qingning saw the man's clothes flutter in the cold wind and it was messy for a moment.

His clothes were the same as last night. There were still some stains on the snowy ground, and his head was covered with wind and frost. Under his bright eyes, there were some fine dark circles.

How could there be such a difference if they hadn't slept all night?

As if they were already familiar with each other, Qin Huo reached out to his little maid's oil-paper umbrella and walked in front of Qingning.

Lu Lianghua was still holding up the umbrella for his foolish daughter, Prince Rong, so he was so shocked that he didn't know how to react.

Qin Huo extended his right hand that was like white jade, gently brushed away the snow and ice in her hair and said with a warm smile: "If you don't want to be my father, why not be my husband?"

Lu Qingning shuddered, and flew a step back. He revealed a look of suspicion, "Did you eat the wrong medicine?"

The legendary prince Lord who was not even close to women, suddenly spoke in a gentle and soft voice in front of so many people today.

Qin Huo turned around and looked at Lu Lianghua who was kneeling on the ground, and asked: "Lord Lu, are you here to beg for forgiveness today?"

Lu Lianghua who was suddenly called out was startled, and immediately nodded his head in agreement.

He continued: "This king does not know what crime it is that Lord Lu has to take care of, bring along Second Miss to kneel in front of the Changming Palace, and disturb the peace and quiet of Grand Empress Dowager?"

The smile on his face didn't change as he asked a casual question, but it was so plain that it caused people to shiver.

Could it be that there was some sort of relationship between the Xie Family and the Prince Rong s, but ? A few ideas flashed across Lu Lianghua's mind.

Finally, he lowered his head and said weakly, "This official is reckless!"

Everyone in the imperial court knew that His Majesty had long passed the age of no temptation and still had no son. Only his younger brother was at the prime of his life, the Prince Rong's Highness.

However, Qin Huo's strange illness was something that could not be cured even if he sought for a cure. His character was unpredictable and his methods were vicious.

Who would actually dare to offend such a person, even if he appeared extremely handsome and harmless on the surface? Who would actually dare to cause a fire to set themselves on fire?

"Old Man Yun wants this subject to die. Since Tutor Jiang is so strict with his etiquette, why not let me experience what it means to be loyal to a sovereign."

As the oil-paper umbrella was placed in her hands, Qin Huo swept his eyes around with an indescribable happiness and anger. His tone was light and casual, as if he was admiring the pretty flowers.

"This official ?"

The white-haired Tutor Jiang's face turned ashen when he heard this. His lips trembled, but he didn't say anything for a long time. The wind and snow were giving me pause, and only a drop of cold sweat was continuously dripping down his face.

The Minister lowered his body a few inches, afraid that he would be the next one to be pointed out. Everyone knew that what he said was never a joke.

Lu Qingning stood alone, upright, with the oil-paper umbrella in his hand. He was slightly surprised.

This person could actually save the situation?

There was silence all around, and suddenly a young eunuch ran out from within the Changming Palace. He said towards the door with great joy: "My prince, Grand Empress Dowager has awoken!"

"Alright!"

Qin Huo walked into the hall with a single word, but there were flowing light in his eyes, as though he was filled with the splendor of stars in the sky, and was brimming with energy.

Immediately after, a sigh of relief filled the ground, just as Lu Qingning's "so that's how it is" floated up to his throat.

In front of the vermillion palace door, that person suddenly turned around and naturally said to her, "Come here!"

Lu Lianghua suddenly raised his head and stared at her for a long time. Seeing her neither humble nor haughty, she walked up to the man shoulder to shoulder.

Entering the palace, the servant took the oil-paper umbrella.

Just as Qingning wanted to thank him, she suddenly tightened her shoulders and fell into a warm embrace, falling into a deep sleep.

After two days and two nights of not sleeping, when Qingning woke up, it was already dusk.

"Second Miss Lu is awake!"

When the nearest court lady heard the noise, she hurried forward to help her to put on her shoes and get up.

"No need, I'll do it myself!" She quickly put on her shoes, got up, and looked around.

In such a large palace, a faint spiritual calming fragrance permeated the air. The items placed were all extremely meticulous.

Her clothes had been changed into a clean and exquisite long white plum dress. Her hair was lightly tied with a Purple Cloud Chaste. They were all valuable items and obviously weren't hers.

Qingning pressed on the back of his neck, which was still sore from the pain, and the moment he thought about how his handsome face had magnified ten meters in an instant.

He frowned and asked: "Where is Qin Huo?"

What did that great disaster mean by knocking her out and bringing her here?

The court lady had a face of 'how can I address you directly by your name', but before she could open her mouth, a maid with a familiar face came into the hall and welcomed her in, "Master invited you, Second Miss Lu, please follow me!"

The ancient-looking corridor was no longer as lifeless as the night before. There were palace maids standing on both sides of the hall with their heads bowed, as voices unceasingly drifted out of it.

Their path was unobstructed. The female attendant standing outside the hall waved a hand, inviting her to leave, then withdrew.

Qingning's eyes darkened as he strode into the palace by himself.

Within the palace of the Changming Palace, the imperial concubines were all gathered in a circle, all of them talking about how lively it was to have a long life and a happy life, with flowers blooming everywhere.

A middle-aged man dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe was drinking tea with a smile on his face.

Only the person who had invited her was nowhere to be seen.

While Qingning was pondering, the old lady with a head of flowery hair who was half lying on Xiang Fei's bed waved her hand and laughed: "To think that there's such an outstanding child in Lu Family, I have to take a good look!"