The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Chapter 963 Correcting each other for the rest of their lives

Bei Hui's proposal was very tempting. Shi Anxia even drew inferences from one example and thought of using this method as the final guarantee of control over Emperor Zhaowu.

However, she quickly dismissed the idea, and even blushed slightly. Although the method was clever, it was like a plot in the gutter, and it made her blush for no reason.

The sage teaching says, "Planning is the way, like a boat crossing a river, it must be waded through the mud before it can reach the river. However, a gentleman has his own way and his own way, and would rather get his feet wet than step on the shore that is not right."

Strategy is like a bridge over a river. You have to get dirty before you can cross the river. But there are some banks that you should never go to. Once you go there, you can never go back.

Shi Anxia suddenly felt a palpitation and annoyance. She actually considered using such a despicable method to deal with the emperor of a country. If she did this, what would be the difference between her and Empress Dowager Jiqing?

When Bei Hui saw the lady's face suddenly turn pale and her eyelashes tremble slightly under the handkerchief, he knew that he had said something wrong.

Her knees went weak and she knelt on the blue brick floor, a chill running up her bones. "Madam, please forgive me. It was Bei Hui who overstepped my bounds... I shouldn't have let your ears be polluted by such a dirty idea."

Shi Anxia took off the scarf from her eyes, revealing her slightly red eyes. She personally helped Bei Hui up and said softly, "Sit down and listen to me talk to you."

Bei Hui was terrified, "I'd better stand and listen to you."

Shi Anxia realized that she had scared her, and gently pulled her to sit on the edge of the bed, "Sister Beihui, if you marry Lord Zhuo, you will naturally have many opportunities to come into contact with those things in the future. But when people are used to extreme means, they will easily lose their minds."

These words were like a basin of ice water poured over Bei Hui's head. Her whole body froze, as if she had fallen into an icy cave.

"Madam, please understand," she said in a trembling voice, "Recently, I have indeed... Whenever I see someone I hate, I can't help but think that it would be better to just poison them."

Every time she asked Zhuo Qiran for medicine, he would either ask her the reason or refuse her, and sometimes she would get angry. They had been in a cold war for two days, and she was still angry.

Shi Anxia held her cold hand tightly, "So, this idea was not proposed by Master Zhuo?"

Bei Hui was dejected. "It was my own thought." She frowned in shame. "Madam, I seem to have... lost my original intention. I'm afraid Master Zhuo won't want me anymore."

Thinking that Lord Zhuo might conclude that she had evil intentions, Bei Hui felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife.

"No." Shi Anxia thought of the past. When people are weak and helpless, they will always rely on extreme means unconsciously. Only when they become truly strong can they transcend this obsession. She comforted him softly, "Lord Zhuo is kind-hearted by nature, you should talk to him."

After helping his wife to wash and dress, Bei Hui hesitated for a moment, and finally mustered up the courage to go look for Zhuo Qiran.

At that time, Zhuo Qiran was sitting alone in front of the window. The cup of tea had already gone cold, but he was unaware of it and just stared out the window in a daze.

The gray sky cast a faint shadow on his serious profile, making him look particularly lonely.

Bei Hui wandered outside the door for a long time, and finally knocked on it gently. "Master Zhuo..." Her voice was as soft as a mosquito, "Can I...can I come in and talk to you for a few words?"

Zhuo Qiran turned around when he heard the voice and saw Bei Hui, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. The usually eloquent girl was now at a loss, twisting her clothes, looking like a completely different person.

He stood up in a hurry, not caring about the teacup knocked over by his sleeve, "Miss Beihui, please come in."

Bei Hui walked in slowly and bowed politely. The pearl in her hair trembled slightly with her movements. "Bei Hui greets Master Zhuo."

The moment their eyes met, time seemed to stand still. His clear eyes reflected her uneasy look, and her moist eyes were filled with the gentle concern that he had no time to hide.

For a moment, no one could take their eyes away.

She first lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, hiding her heart full of shame; he clenched his hands in his sleeves, regretting his usual stubbornness.

Silence spread in the room, but it was more frightening than any words.

"Miss Beihui..."

"Master Zhuo..."

The two spoke at the same time, and then fell silent at the same time. This tacit understanding made Bei Hui's ears turn red, and Zhuo Qiran also coughed uncomfortably.

"You speak first." They said in unison again.

For a moment, the room fell into a subtle silence. Bei Hui finally couldn't stand the stagnant atmosphere anymore, so she walked over and pushed open the carved wooden window.

In an instant, the flying snow, wrapped in the cold, rolled into the warm room, but also brought in the cool fragrance of plum blossoms outside.

The snow fell silently, making the beating of the two hearts even more audible.

Bei Hui stood in front of the window, letting the fine snow and the cold wind wet her temples. She turned her back and spoke, "Master Zhuo." Her voice was very soft, "Bei Hui has gone astray these days."

A tear suddenly fell, leaving a faint mark on her clothes. "Today, thanks to Madam's enlightenment, I finally understand..." She choked up a little, "I understand why you rejected me so many times. It turns out that I was too proud and had evil thoughts."

Zhuo Qiran was secretly hesitating about how to confess his true feelings to Bei Hui. Although he was proficient in poison and poison, he always kept the bottom line of a benevolent doctor and never used those shady means easily.

Unexpectedly, Bei Hui had figured it out herself. He felt relieved and just as he was about to show some joy in his eyes, he saw the girl suddenly turn around -

Under the reflection of the falling snow, her cheeks were still wet with tears, like pear blossoms in the rain, "If Lord Zhuo wants to cancel the engagement, Bei Hui will have no complaints."

After saying that, he ran away.

Ran away! Zhuo Qiran uttered two words in his throat, "Bei Hui!"

But how could he keep the girl's figure? He stood there in a daze, and suddenly felt that the plum blossoms outside the window were not as scorching as the tear just now.

Zhuo Qiran slowly cleaned up the spilled tea in the cup, then walked to the place where Bei Hui had just stood, and looked out the window at the snowy scene.

There, the faint fragrance left by the girl still lingered. He stroked the window frame with his fingertips, suddenly chuckled, and raised his hand to close the carved wooden window.

He turned around and changed into an indigo-colored gown, and his fingertips paused slightly as he tied the jade belt - Bei Hui said that day that this color complemented his white hair.

He straightened his clothes and tied his hair, and went to talk to Bei Hui.

He found Bei Hui and stood with her under a plum tree.

He said, "Zhuo, I am still alive with my crippled body, I dare not miss the beauty's youth. Since the girl has favored me, Zhuo will never break his promise in this life."

Bei Hui looked at the other person's snow-white hair, and for the first time, she felt a kind of heartache and sadness from the bottom of her heart, fearing that he was no longer in this world.

She was stunned, "Master Zhuo won't cancel the engagement?"

Zhuo Qiran replied, "I will never retreat even if I die."

"What nonsense!" Bei Hui was so angry that she tried to cover his mouth. Her fingertips touched his slightly cold lips and then retracted as if burned. "What are you talking about? It's unlucky. Don't say such unlucky words in the future."

"Then don't mention breaking off the engagement again, girl." Zhuo Qiran took the opportunity to grab her wrist, his palm burning, "Bei Hui, I never thought of letting go."

Snow fell into her eyes, melting into warm water light. Bei Hui suddenly straightened her clothes and bowed like she did when they first met, "If I make a mistake in the future..."

"We'll correct each other for the rest of our lives." He interrupted and returned the greeting solemnly.

After the ceremony, Bei Hui took out a string of Buddhist beads with agarwood from her sleeve. The dark brown beads shone with a warm light in her palm.

She handed it over, "For you."