Chapter 238 His Embarrassment

Gale silently glanced at the floor, but his heart was filled with infinite sadness.

When he told Miss Han's situation, he was already prepared, and the prince would be prepared regardless of anything.

As early as the beginning, Gale had thought about whether the existence of Miss Han was the prince's calamity, whether it would destroy the prince, or whether it would create the prince's calamity again.

But... this calamity was still too great. The title of witch was withheld. Miss Han's ending could be imagined. There was no shortage of people in the palace who were executed for their strange power and chaos.

Hayate originally wanted to hide the news, but in the end he told it, and the prince went crazy as he expected, and even wanted to expose all his power at all costs.

For the first time, Gale disobeyed the prince's order. Only he knew how long the prince had arranged and strategized for everything now, and even struggled to survive in the palace despite the humiliation.

Now is not the best time at all. There is only one result for premature exposure, and that is destruction.

Gaofeng still remembered that Yuntao once cried and asked the prince, why do you care so much about Miss Han, but you still show that you don't care, and you even said to marry someone else in front of Miss Han?

It was too late for Hayate to stop him, and the prince gave him the answer.

'If I can't protect her now, all I can do is set up a shield for her. ’

And Li Xiangjun is that shield.

Emperor Qin will never allow the prince to marry, let alone the candidate named by the prince himself. There is only one ending for Li Xiangjun, and anyone can guess it.

The opening of Ama Palace was not for the marriage between the prince and the eldest prince at all. The final hurdle was set at the beginning, to send all the beautiful ladies to death in order to clean up the remaining forces of the court. Emperor Qin's methods became more and more fierce. , almost the entire country has been decided by him, and the ministers who were once appointed by the former emperor to supervise the country have been banned one by one by the Qin Emperor's plan, forming an empty shell.

Emperor Qin was too powerful, and the prince's power and methods could not be matched for the time being. Gale would rather face the death penalty for disobeying orders, and knelt on the ground obligingly to request that the order to force the palace to rescue Han Fei be withdrawn.

Even Gao Feng didn't understand that the prince, who was so suspicious by nature, still spared no effort to hide Miss Han despite repeated suspicions, even if no one knew about it, even Miss Han herself misunderstood.

On the one hand, there is uncontrollable suspicion, and on the other hand, there is uncontrollable protection.

Gale has never seen such a contradictory and antagonistic prince.

Gale fell silent, retracted his divergent thoughts, and followed the prince's word 'get out' as he slowly retreated out of the door, guarding it firmly.

At this end, after everyone retreated, only Han Fei and Qin Che were left alone.

Han Fei's mood was very complicated. She had never seen such an angry prince before.

It was as if even the cool air in the past had turned into a low pressure. She couldn't help but drift closer, looking at the mask on the male god's face, she wished she could take it off immediately to have a good look at his expression at this moment.

But she couldn't do it.

Her fingers went right through his face.

Han Fei retracted her hand blankly and slowly clenched it into a fist. The sadness in her eyes couldn't stop. Yes, she was in a soul body now and she couldn't touch her at all.

Han Fei had never thought that the distance between her and her male god would be so far away. She was so close but could never be touched. He never knew that she was standing in front of him.

Han Fei's eyes were red and she couldn't help shouting: "Qin Che, look at me, look at me..."

However, her cry was like a stone dropped into the sea, without any ripples.

Han Fei felt so distressed that she had no choice but to suppress her crazy longing and look at the male god quietly. She didn't know why the male god had lost such a temper just now, and she didn't understand why Gale had the idea of ​​death.

After a while, a gust of breeze blew into the window, blowing up Qin Che's hair, and the loose white silk ribbon wrapped around his black hair was blown away, fluttering. Flying up.

A pale and slender hand suddenly stretched out, as if trying to grab the ribbon.

Han Fei's eyes widened and she wanted to grab the ribbon, but her hand passed over, but Qin Che's hand was empty, and there was a sound of a heavy object hitting the ground in her ears.

Han Fei shouted: "Qin Che!!!"

At this moment, Qin Che fell to the ground, his wheelchair overturned, his hair spread over his shoulders, but his mask quietly fell off, and the silver mask rolled to the other side.

He covered his face with one hand, blocking the face that was not covered by the mask. Only the part that leaked out was extremely white.

Han Fei was anxious. She wanted to reach out to help him up, but she forgot that she was a soul at the moment, so she could only pass through it again and again in vain. She was so panicked that she couldn't control her trembling, and shouted: "Qin Che, Qin Che, are you okay? Don't scare me. Get up quickly. Why are you trying to catch it! It's just a ribbon! I can give you countless ribbons! Are you stupid? Qin Che! "

A bitter smile slowly overflowed.

"Really...it turns out it's like this again."

Han Fei was startled, looking at him stupidly, with his head lowered, while drops of blood fell from between his fingers to the ground, turning into dazzling red circles.

Han Fei's heart suddenly hurt, the pain was severe, more painful than being hit by the golden light of a bald donkey.

"Everything I hold dear will leave one by one."

Qin Che slowly raised his head, and blood was still oozing out of his hands with a helpless face. It turned out that when he fell just now, his forehead hit the table leg on the ground, causing a gash and a trickle of blood. Blood.

His other hand was still stretched out stubbornly, as if wanting to pick up the white ribbon that fell to the ground.

But the ribbon was always some distance away from his fingertips.

He desperately stretched his arms and spread his fingers as if to reach the ribbon.

But his lower body could not move, and he fell to the ground, his pale thin lips pursed tightly, as if he was enduring great pain.

Han Fei couldn't help but yelled: "Stop picking it up! Qin Che! Stop picking it up! I told you to stop! Stop it!"

Qin Che was still squirming with his mutilated body, getting closer and closer. The pair of eyes exposed between his fingers were filled with an almost pathological stubbornness. They were full and could not be mixed with anything else.

"Qin Che! Enough! Enough! Qin Che!"

Han Fei cried, her tears falling in big drops and she couldn't wipe them away.

She shouted in her heart...

It shouldn't be like this!

The male god in her mind shouldn't be like this!

He is so superior!

He is cold and indifferent!

He is a male god who should not be treated like this!

Just like when we first met, he was like a god, looking down at the world, and all the scenes in the world were just the coldness in his eyes.

Han Fei cried so hard that her eyes were blurry. She reached out desperately to help him up, trying to help up the man she loved so much that she felt distressed, but her hand still penetrated him again and again.

Han Fei collapsed.

His arrogance shouldn't have become like this, squirming like an ant!

Just for the ribbons she made with her own hands!