Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1911

Chapter 1911

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 buckled as she knelt on the blue brick floor, a chill creeping up her bones. "Madam, please forgive me. It was Bei Hui who overstepped my bounds... Such a filthy idea should not have been allowed to pollute your ears."

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, her voice trembling. "Recently, I have indeed... Whenever I see someone I dislike, 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 said dejectedly, "It was my own idea." 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 lingered outside the door for a long time before finally knocking on it. "Master Zhuo..." her voice was as soft as a mosquito's. "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..."