The Prince Wants to Assassinate Me Every Day-Chapter 862 - 446: Killing the Body and Crushing the Soul—Do You Really Not Love Me at All? (Part 1)
"No." Xiao Jinxing denied.
"I can make Bai Mowan pregnant." An Ning didn’t listen to what Xiao Jinxing said.
What he said really didn’t matter.
What mattered was that he could help Xiao Jinxing solve the problem.
So, she negotiated again, "Once Bai Mowan is pregnant, you let me and An Youyou leave the Imperial Palace. From then on, our paths will part and we’ll have no more dealings."
Paths will part, and no more dealings.
Xiao Jinxing laughed.
He laughed coldly and indifferently.
Just how much does An Ning want to leave him.
How much does she detest staying by his side.
"An Ning." Xiao Jinxing called her name.
He acknowledged her identity.
Not as Ye Qichi, but as An Ning.
That woman who completely captivated him, the woman he fell entirely in love with.
"Did you hear what I just said?" Xiao Jinxing asked her.
An Ning looked back at him.
"I said, I’m not keeping you here because of the child, it’s because I like you." Xiao Jinxing confessed.
He spoke each word clearly.
And he spoke them firmly.
An Ning paused.
Still, because of Xiao Jinxing’s sudden words, there was a slight, spiritual touch.
She spoke.
Maybe Xiao Jinxing himself had confused his feelings for her.
Sometimes, when you feel too guilty for someone, compassion arises, and when compassion overflows, it’s often mistaken for love.
She said, "You don’t like me."
Very firmly, she denied him.
"Why wouldn’t I like you?" Xiao Jinxing asked her, deeply.
"Your affection is for Bai Mowan..."
"That was in the past..."
"Xiao Jinxing!" An Ning interrupted him, "Do you know there’s something called fate? Your destiny is Bai Mowan."
"Ha." Xiao Jinxing chuckled lightly, "To avoid my feelings, any reason can be thought of."
"Whether you believe it or not, the result is as I said, the one you love is Bai Mowan, and what you feel for me is just guilt."
"My heart grows within me." Xiao Jinxing looked at An Ning, his eyes reddened, voice suppressed and trembling, "I wish it grew within you, maybe then you’d believe my feelings for you."
An Ning lowered her gaze.
She didn’t look at the sadness in Xiao Jinxing’s eyes.
So helpless and so devastated.
Everything he had done was no longer worthy of An Ning’s trust.
It wouldn’t make An Ning believe again that the person he loves is her.
For a long time, even he didn’t believe that the person he truly loved wasn’t Bai Mowan, but An Ning.
"It doesn’t matter to me either." An Ning was silent for a while.
Just for a moment.
For his feelings, only this bit of endurance.
"I also don’t want to argue about who the person you love is, just wasting time." An Ning’s cold voice was devoid of emotion, "All I can firmly tell you is, I don’t love you, not at all. I could never spend a lifetime with someone I don’t love."
"Really don’t love me?" Xiao Jinxing asked her.
Blood-red eyes.
"Don’t love."
"If you don’t love, why would you bear me two children."
"Not for you, it’s for myself. It’s just the children’s father happened to be you. No matter who it was, no matter who made me unexpectedly pregnant, I would still give birth." An Ning spoke coldly.
"But the children’s father happened to be me, not anyone else?" Xiao Jinxing looked at her, staring deeply, as if he wanted to see any trace of emotion for him in her expression, even just a trace, "The first time we shared a bed, I could understand neither of us had feelings, it was just to survive. But what about the second time? When we fell off the cliff, I gave you a chance to resist, but you acquiesced."
An Ning pursed her lips.
Xiao Jinxing was indeed a master negotiator.
That time.
That time, what was the reason?!
The physical response of adult men and women.
If said, Xiao Jinxing wouldn’t believe it.
She said, "I forgot to tell you, you look exactly like Fu Xingyi."
Xiao Jinxing’s heart, suddenly ached.
To kill with words, that’s probably what it means!
"Sometimes, I treat you as him." An Ning added.
So.
Those moments when An Ning showed feelings for him, it was merely because she mistook him for someone else.
Yet he always held onto a foolish hope, believing An Ning wasn’t entirely devoid of emotion for him.
"Xiao Jinxing, let’s part on good terms." An Ning spoke again.
The steadiness and calmness in her voice.
Truly, not a bit could be felt of the pain in his heart.
Because there’s no love.
So feelings aren’t shared.
"I’ll help you heal Bai Mowan..."
"The person who needs healing has never been her." Xiao Jinxing suddenly grabbed An Ning’s hand.
An Ning’s eyes tightened.
Clearly able to feel, Xiao Jinxing’s suppressed emotions finally began to crack.
"The person who needs healing is me!"
"Xiao Jin... mm!"
An Ning’s eyes widened.
Looking at Xiao Jinxing’s face suddenly close.
The teapot and teacups on the table were swept to the ground by him, the long table was directly flipped.
Creating intense noises instantly.
Yue Ying, who was waiting outside the hall, heard the noise and hurriedly came in, frightened.
Upon entering, she saw the Emperor pressing the Empress on the soft couch, forcefully kissing...
Yue Ying dared not look any longer, promptly withdrew.
Eunuch Ping also hurried in upon hearing the noise, saw that scene, and quickly retreated.
Serving the Emperor for five years.
He had thought the Emperor had issues in that aspect.
Seeing this, it was entirely his overthinking.
In the hall.
Ultimately, there were only the two of them.
No one dared interrupt.
Xiao Jinxing could do anything.
No one dared to stop.
An Ning was harshly pressed beneath him, unable to move.
After much effort, her hand touched a vase, she exerted force.
Directly smashing it toward Xiao Jinxing’s head.
"Bang," the vase shattered into pieces.
Outside the hall.
Yue Ying hearing the sound, trembling with fright once more.
She turned to look at Eunuch Ping.
Her eyes questioning if they should check it out?
What if something happened?
Eunuch Ping hesitated too.
Then, after thinking a bit, whispered, "The Emperor has endured for quite a while, so..."
So inevitably, a bit rough.
The two then dutifully stood at the door, waiting further.
Inside the hall.
An Ning watched the blood dripping from Xiao Jinxing’s forehead, drop by drop, onto her fair face, staining her eyes red.
The confrontation between the two.
Xiao Jinxing still didn’t release her, continuing to press against her.
An Ning’s hand still tightly gripped the shattered vase.
At this moment, it had also pierced her palm.
For a long time.
Xiao Jinxing closed his eyes, leaned down again.
His lips, once more close to An Ning’s lips.
An Ning lowered her gaze.
Forced to endure Xiao Jinxing’s sudden tenderness.
So different from the earlier out-of-control roughness.
The kiss upon her lips, so gentle it made one feel, heartache.
