In her previous life, she fell into Guo Xiao's hands, and there was nothing worthy of her chastity. Liang Shao was not worthy of being chaste and could not live, so she accepted her fate and slept with him in a daze and let him have fun. But in this life, she had a prince, and the prince valued her and loved her. Song Jianing would rather commit suicide than let Guo Xiao take advantage of it again.

"You just hate me so much?" Guo Xiao asked with his fists.

Song Jianing smiled, as if he had heard a huge joke. Then, under Guo Xiao's gaze of anger, Song Jianing smiled and looked at him with tears in his eyes, "Guo Xiao, you hated me first. I hated my mother and I married the Guo family. I hated me day by day. I hated me for being a prince's favor. You think I am not worthy of being a superior person, so you try every means to torture me. If you live, I will be restless. If you die, you will still live and continue to torture me... I also want to ask you, are I sorry for you?"

She kept crying, all fell into Guo Xiao's heart. Guo Xiao couldn't stand her saying this, and hugged the person in his arms again, closed his eyes and said bitterly: "An An, I have never hated you, I... can't you really see it? It was a long time before my father picked you up and when I teased you with purple potato balls, I liked you, but you became my sister, I dare not show it."

If it weren't for the brother-sister status blocking him, he would have told her when she was twelve or thirteen years old, how could he give Zhao Heng a chance?

Song Jianing didn't believe it, and he didn't believe a word. They were not brothers and sisters in their previous life, but Guo Xiao didn't even give her a concubine or a qualification to move into the Duke's Mansion.

"If you really like me, you shouldn't force me." Song Jianing said with a glimmer of hope.

Guo Xiao chuckled, opened his eyes, and said to the car window: "I don't force you, how can I be with you?"

The little hope that had just emerged from Song Jianing was completely cut off.

Guo Xiao never liked her. He just coveted her body and appearance. He was the noble prince. He did not allow the woman he liked was taken away by others, so he tried every means to get her. In the final analysis, what he wanted to satisfy was his own selfish desires. Liked was nothing more than a high-sounding title.

Song Jianing really didn't want to talk to him, but listening to the continuous rolling sound of wheels, Song Jianing was afraid that after she was taken away by Guo Xiao, she would never see her children in the family or the prince who had not yet returned.

Her body, which had been tense due to resistance, slowly relaxed. For the first time in her life, Song Jianing took the initiative to hug the man's waist and put his head obediently on his shoulders, as if he was attached. In this way, it was Guo Xiao's turn to stiffen his body and look at the woman he stolen from his arms in disbelief.

Song Jianing looked at him in the back of his head, and his voice was as light as a dream: "Brother, do you know that last year, the news of your death reached the capital, and grandmother's gray hair was crying all white?"

Guo Xiao's heart shrank violently.

"I have never seen my father cry, but he rarely smiles. The two years ago, he seemed to be in his early thirties. Last year, my father was obviously old. When he talked to Mao Ge'er, his father's eyes changed as he spoke, as if he had seen someone else through Mao Ge'er. There was Duanhui, who moved to the princess's mansion and never left the house since she entered..."

"Do you think I'll let you go if you say that?" Guo Xiao suddenly held her shoulder, forced her to sit down, and stared at her with red eyes: "An An, you have become smarter and know what I'm most afraid of hearing, but don't forget that I would rather let my family be sad than pretend to die, all for you! You said, I've got you with such great energy, may I turn back?"

Song Jianing's face was as white as paper, and tears rolled silently.

Guo Xiao smiled, his smile was grim, destroying all her hopes word by word: "Even if I die, I will not let you go."

~

Shouwang Mansion.

As soon as the princess was kidnapped by the evil man, Shuang'er informed Madam Cen about this. Madam Cen and she were both old men around the grandma and came to serve the princess together. The one Shuang'er trusted the most was Madam Cen. Madam Cen came from the palace and had experienced many things, but this was the first time this major event was encountered. She fell on the chair and was so anxious that she was sweating profusely. She couldn't think of a solution. There were Khitans hidden on the street outside. Whenever there was any movement in the royal palace, the other party would fire arrows, which was tantamount to the princess' death talisman...

Moreover, when things get big, the princess will come back and her reputation will be over. Who doesn’t know the beauty of the princess? Can the beauty escape after being captured?

Madam Cen was anxious and subconsciously felt that the fewer people knew about this, the better, including the slaves of Prince Shou’s Mansion. Several maids around the princess were reliable, as for the front yard...

Madam Cen only invited the front yard manager to discuss, but she was the prince's confidant.

When the manager heard that, he also broke out in a cold sweat. After calming down, the manager whispered: "I will arrange a secret guard later. After sunset, I will go out of the city to track it. Then I will send someone to inform the prince. The Khitans will go north and will definitely pass through my surrounding border. If the speed is fast enough, they may be able to intercept the other party before returning to Liao. The prince's mansion will be kept secret for the time being, and only the prince will not see guests for the time being. Everything will be decided by the prince."

Madam Cen glanced at the direction of the Duke's Mansion: "Mrs...."

The manager shook his head and said firmly: "I'll wait for the prince to make a decision."

At dusk, more than twenty figures quietly left the Shou Palace and left the capital from four city gates respectively. This is the secret guard of the Shou Palace, but the secret guard is not a god. Only when the prince gives orders will the secret guards act on orders. The prince and the princess are in the inner house, they cannot stare at them like shadows and spy on their master**.

As night fell, Guo Xiao's carriage stopped at a remote pier. Before getting off the car, Guo Xiao unfolded a cloak and wanted to put it on Song Jianing: "It's cold outside."

Song Jianing dodged away and turned his head.

Looking at her stubborn side face, Guo Xiao was not angry. He was already very satisfied to be so close to her.

"You wear it yourself, or I will carry you on the boat." He stuffed the thick cloak into her arms, Guo Xiao touched her head and got out of the car first.

Song Jianing then glanced at the car door. She didn't know where this was, but could only hear the gurgling sound of water. Song Jianing turned around and quietly opened the curtains. The dusk outside the window was filled with twilight. There was a wilderness in the distance. In front of her, there was a long river. The sound of water rustled even more loneliness to this cold first lunar month night.

"An An can't come out, are you waiting for me to come in and pick you up?"

Someone knocked on the door and urged in a low voice.

Song Jianing pursed her lips and put on her cloak. As soon as she finished putting it on, the curtain was lifted open by Guo Xiao. She subconsciously turned her head and asked coldly: "Where are you going to take me?"

In the dim carriage, she shrank in the corner, delicate and pitiful, the most charming.
Chapter completed!