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Chapter 490: Story of Yanxi Palace Er Qing 23

Er Qing did not answer, but just looked at him quietly with a hint of mockery in her eyes.

Qianlong was hurt by the mockery in Erqing's eyes. His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and he couldn't breathe. He wanted to explain and defend himself, but he didn't know where to start.

Could it be that in her heart, she is really like those foolish kings, obsessed with beauty and unable to distinguish right from wrong?

"Qing'er, why do you look at me like this? Am I such a despicable person in your heart?" There was an imperceptible tremor in Qianlong's voice. He tried to find the slightest sign of hesitation on Erqing's face, but saw only cold indifference.

"Your Majesty, you are joking. How dare I, a woman, comment on your right and wrong?" Er Qing smiled faintly, but there was a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

"Your Majesty is the supreme ruler, so your words are of course law. Right and wrong, isn't it just a matter of your Majesty's words?"

Qianlong was irritated by the mockery in Erqing's eyes, and a nameless anger rushed to his head. He clamped Erqing's chin and forced her to look at him.

"What a woman you are! What a woman who dares not to make irresponsible comments! I think you are so bold that you even dare to tease me!"

Er Qing felt pain and frowned slightly, but she still refused to give in. Facing Qianlong's angry gaze, she said word by word: "If Your Majesty really thinks that I am teasing you, you can punish me. Why are you so angry?"

"You!" Qianlong was furious. He had never seen such a sharp-tongued woman. What was even more hateful was that this woman was the treasure he once held in his hands.

"Do you really think I dare not touch you?" Qianlong laughed in anger, suddenly pulled Erqing into his arms and kissed her lips fiercely.

His kiss was harsh and punishing, as if he wanted to devour everything about her. Er Qing felt pain and tried to struggle, but he held her tighter.

Qianlong's kiss was overbearing and passionate, with an undeniable possessiveness. He pried open her pearly teeth, drove straight in, and wantonly plundered the sweetness in her mouth.

Er Qing's heart was filled with humiliation and anger. She had never thought that Qianlong, who had been gentle and considerate, would do such a rude thing to her.

She pushed him away with all her strength, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree; it was useless.

Er Qing felt pain and frowned, but she bit her lips stubbornly and refused to beg for mercy. Seeing her like this, Qianlong became even angrier and increased the strength of his hand, almost crushing her jaw.

"Why, are you scared now?" He leaned over and whispered in her ear. His voice was as cold and terrifying as a demon crawling out of hell.

"I want to see how long you can keep being stubborn!"

Er Qing was forced to raise her head, revealing her fair and slender neck, like a lamb to be slaughtered. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall. She just looked at Qianlong coldly, her eyes full of ridicule and disdain.

"If the emperor really wants to kill me, I have nothing to say." She spoke every word clearly, "But I will not rest in peace until I die. I will never understand why the emperor wants to humiliate me like this."

"Humiliation?" Qianlong was struck by lightning and suddenly loosened his grip on Erqing.

He looked at the woman in front of him in panic. His eyes, which were once gentle as water, were now filled with icy coldness, as if he was looking at a stranger, no, more like looking at an enemy.

He had never seen Er Qing like this, so resolute, so strange, as if the treasure he had held in his hands for many years suddenly turned into a sharp dagger and stabbed fiercely into his heart.

He wanted to explain that he had no intention of humiliating her, but was angered by her words and lost control for a moment. But seeing the tears in Er Qing's eyes, he felt that any explanation would be pale and powerless.

"Qing'er, listen to me..." Qianlong tried to hold Erqing's hand, but she dodged him mercilessly.

"Your Majesty, do you have any other instructions?" Er Qing took a step back, putting some distance between herself and Qianlong, her tone cold and without a trace of emotion.

Qianlong's hand froze in mid-air. He had never thought that one day he would be so afraid of this seemingly weak woman in front of him.

"Qing'er, I..." Qianlong wanted to say something else but was interrupted by Erqing.

"Since Your Majesty wants to kill me, I will oblige Your Majesty!"

Er Qing's resolute words were like a loud slap in the face, hitting Qianlong hard. He looked at the woman who had once been gentle and submissive, but now she was like a trapped beast, emitting a cold chill all over her body.

Her eyes were no longer filled with admiration or love, but were instead filled with disappointment, resentment, and even a hint of deep-seated hatred.

"Qing'er!" Qianlong became even more panicked. He stretched out his hand to hold her, but she nimbly avoided him.

"What are you doing? When did I ever say I wanted your life?!"

"The emperor's words are golden, would he lie to me?" Er Qing sneered, and the tears in the corners of her eyes could not help but roll down, leaving a glaring mark on her fair face.

"Your Majesty keeps saying that you love me, but is your love so overbearing and tyrannical? Is it so wanton and despotic?"

She retreated step by step until her back touched the cold palace wall and she had nowhere to retreat.

"If Your Majesty really thinks that I am an eyesore, then I will disappear from your sight immediately, so as to avoid polluting your eyes!"

After saying that, she suddenly pulled out a golden hairpin from her head, and the sharp tip of the hairpin pointed directly at her fair neck.

"Qing'er! Stop it!" Qianlong was shocked. He never expected that Erqing would be so determined.

He hurried forward, trying to stop her, but was a step too slow because her movements were too sudden.

"Your Majesty, please don't come over!" Er Qing's voice was trembling, but with unquestionable firmness.

"If you come any closer, I will die in front of you!"

"Okay, okay, I won't go over there!" Qianlong quickly stopped and raised his hands to show that he had no ill intentions.

"Qing'er, put the hairpin down first. If you have anything to say, let's talk it out, okay?"

"What else can I say?" Er Qing smiled sadly, tears blurred her vision, and also blurred the Qianlong in front of her. She felt desolate in her heart, as if she was in a world of ice and snow, freezing cold.

The sharp tip of the hairpin was about to pierce Erqing's fair neck. Qianlong's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and he was almost suffocated.

His eyes were bloodshot, he didn't care about the majesty of the emperor, and he forgot to dodge. He just relied on his courage and rushed forward.

"Qing'er!"

At the critical moment, Qianlong tightly grasped the golden hairpin, and the touch of the cold metal made him gasp.

He felt a sharp pain in the palm of his hand and warm blood flowed slowly through his fingers, but he seemed unaware of it. He just stared at Er Qing in front of him, afraid that if he blinked, she would fly away from him like a frightened bird.