CHAPTER 1412: CHAPTER 1496: MISCALCULATION OF THE HEART

A face suddenly flashed through his mind, his body tensed, and he lowered his head to hide the sadness and bitterness in his eyes.

"Young master, today is your birthday, don’t drink too much, be careful for your health." The guard glanced at the wine pot in Qinghe’s hand, advising with a worried expression.

With Qinghe’s current status, others would always prepend ’Official Husband’ to his name. It’s like a label, branded onto him, something that can’t be washed off, and it also signifies that he already belongs to the Eighth Princess.

However, this guard calls Qinghe ’Young Master’ instead. The reason is simple, this guard’s loyalty is to Qinghe. Ostensibly, the Eighth Princess placed him by Qinghe’s side, but little did anyone know, this guard was always Qinghe’s man.

Qinghe instantly dispelled his previous desolation and spoke indifferently, "Is there any clue about her?"

The guard knew who ’she’ referred to and was momentarily choked: "... Temporarily, there’s still no news."

This ’temporarily’ had already lasted for many years. They had been investigating all these years but had never received any information. The guard speculated that she might have encountered misfortune long ago, after all...

Qinghe lamented: "No news is already the best news." He would rather things remain like this, just like this, than one day suddenly hear that she had died.

In this life, from the moment he became sensible, he first learned to act, truths and falsehoods became indistinguishable. What he thought was a relationship of exploitation between them surprisingly turned into a loss of his entire heart without realizing it. Only upon awakening later did he realize how late it was to regret.

"Marshal’s military doctor Yun Ge arrived in the Capital recently. Keep a close watch on her. Over these years, besides our side, the Eighth Princess, the Prime Minister, and Yun Ge have also been searching for her. If she has any clues about the Marshal, as long as we keep watching, we will eventually have some findings."

After giving these instructions, Qinghe, disinterested, said: "Let’s go back to the palace..." The Ji royal family, who wiped out his entire family back then, also took away the life of the woman he loved the most. Devouring God Gu... heh...

He let out a muted laugh.

He recalled that day, the heavy snow falling, the Ten Miles of Red Makeup. It was the day after the Xiao family was annihilated, and he was carried into the Imperial Palace with a lavish betrothal by the Eighth Princess.

Her face was as pale as the ground covered in silvery blood that day, cold and lifeless. Even though she was still breathing, he knew that she probably never imagined, even in her dreams, that he would ultimately serve the Eighth Princess, that he would submit to the Eighth Princess.

"Qinghe, wait for me to come back."

"Once this battle is over, I’ll ask His Highness Ninth to propose to the Xiao Chancellor on my behalf."

But after she fought that battle, when she returned from the border, the Capital was already different.

Mother died, Father died, and apart from the three brothers, there were no other survivors in the Xiao family.

She had once said that once the war was over, she would ask Ji Jiuhuang to propose. But how could personal feelings withstand national affairs?

But in the end, she was half-mad and half-insane, resigned, left the Capital, and, knowing her days were numbered, left the Capital all alone.

He knew.

His entry into the palace was probably the last straw that broke the camel’s back. In her situation at that time, she was already vulnerable, unable to withstand any more harm, and yet he delivered her a fatal blow.

Her departure, her sense of hopelessness, was not just because of the Devouring God Gu, but also because of him!

In this life, with great ambitions in mind, the first twenty years of life in the Capital were notorious for debauchery, little did they know how many dark schemes were devised in secret.

However, in scheming back and forth, until after her departure, did he finally realize that he had miscalculated his own heart.

If this love could be compared to war, without a doubt, he seemed to have won, yet he had already lost utterly and completely...