bayedsolid Chapter 327 Promise
Chapter 327 Promise
"No." Lang Yue came over quickly, half-knelt at Yao Jia's feet, tightly grasped Yao Jia's hand, and looked sad. "I have never distrusted Yao Yao, never..."
Yao Jia also held his hand tightly and said softly, "Since you trust me, then tell me what's in your heart and we will face it together, okay?"
Lang Yue looked up at Yao Jia, tears glistening in his eyes. After a moment's silence, he opened his mouth, but it seemed difficult to talk about that matter.
He finally lowered his head slowly.
Yao Jia sighed, raised her hand and gently stroked his long satin-like hair that fell by his side, "But have you found the memory you lost?"
Lang Yue suddenly raised his head and looked at her in surprise.
Yao Jia smiled at him tenderly.
"Years ago at the Star Pavilion, I heard you talking about your childhood, and I had a vague feeling that you would remember something."
Lang Yue looked at her in a low voice, tears rolling down his cheeks. He nodded vigorously, then hugged Yao Jia's waist fiercely, buried his head in her arms, and tears began to burst out.
"Yaoyao, I... I would rather not have remembered those memories... and I would rather not have known that I was Concubine Qi's child... Why do I have the blood of the royal family in my body... Why..."
Ever since Yaoyao asked him to work in Tianxing Pavilion, he knew that the Nangong family could not marry anyone from the royal family.
After recovering his memory, he thought about leaving, but he couldn't bear to do so.
Why him, why does it have to be him?
"Damn it, damn it, why did you make me remember this... I clearly knew that you couldn't have anything to do with anyone from the royal family, but I still didn't have the courage to leave... I'm sorry for you, Yaoyao... I'm a sinner... a sinner..."
Lang Yue raised his head and looked at the good Yao Jia in front of him, his eyes full of reluctance.
His hand stroked her porcelain-like skin, his voice choked with sobs, "Yaoyao, in fact, during the days when you were in a coma, I had dreams of childhood memories in the middle of the night. After you woke up, I wanted to ask Duke Qi about it, but when I chose to walk into that remote alley to avoid being seen, an extra memory came to my mind."
Yao Jia looked at his bloodshot eyes and was already heartbroken.
It was her negligence. She had been busy with the Spirit Gathering Platform since she woke up and did not notice anything unusual about him.
"The woman I called my aunt was actually my mother... and the one I thought was my father... was actually just my uncle..."
He couldn't bear the shock and fainted in the alley. When he woke up, he was already in the Duke of Qi's mansion.
He once again tightly grasped Yao Jia's hand and spoke incoherently, "Yao Yao, please don't leave me... I thought about leaving... but my uncle advised me not to, he advised me... he said that my fate has changed... it won't affect you... Yao Yao... please don't leave me, okay... okay..."
His tone was full of humble pleading, and Yao Jia felt very sad.
"Silly Langyue, you know that I knew your life story before you did. I am so afraid of death that I didn't even think of chasing you away. What are you worried about?"
Yao Jia's words were like a ray of warm sunshine, penetrating the haze in Lang Yue's heart. He looked up at Yao Jia, his eyes full of unbelievable surprise.
"Yaoyao, you...you really don't blame me?"
Yao Jia smiled slightly, gently wiped the tears from his face, and said softly: "Silly boy, how could I blame you? How can a person control his own birth? Besides, I love you as a person, your gentleness, your kindness, and your heart that beats for me."
Tears glistened in Langyue's eyes, and he hugged Yaojia tightly, as if he wanted to put all his emotions into this hug.
"Yaoyao, thank you, thank you for not giving up on me."
Yao Jia patted his back and comforted him, "We are one. No matter what happens, I will be by your side. Langyue, your background is only a part of you and cannot define you completely. You are a very important person to me. No matter when and where, I will go hand in hand with you."
Lang Yue was so moved that he was speechless. He just hugged Yao Jia tightly, as if he wanted to remember this moment forever in his heart.
"Langyue, I... I mean, if... if His Majesty wants to take you back... are you willing..."
"I won't go back." Lang Yue's voice was firm and resolute. He raised his head and looked at Yao Jia firmly, with an unquestionable light flashing in his eyes.
"That day, after I remembered everything in the alley, I fainted and was rescued by my uncle. He also asked me the same question, and I answered him the same way."
Yao Jia looked at him, her eyes full of relief and emotion. She gently stroked his face, "The prince's status is so noble, and you... are not moved?"
Lang Yue shook her head, "I'm not moved..."
It seemed too contrived to say this, so he paused and continued, "Maybe I once envied their status, but... after I learned about my mother's death from my uncle, I no longer envied them. To me, that status is a shackle. That shackle hurt me and my mother, so I naturally don't want it.
Besides, it is because of the absence of this shackle that I met you and stayed with you early on. You are the best gift God gave me. Now I am just Langyue, Nangong Jiayao's husband and a disciple of Tianxing Pavilion, and that's enough..."
He did not want the royal family to fight openly and secretly for the throne and to engage in intrigue and deception against each other.
Her hand slowly slid down from his cheek, and her fingers suddenly grabbed the collar of his shirt. Yao Jia's eyes suddenly became cunning, and she drew circles on his chest with her fingertips, looking at him with a smile, "Remember what you said, my Nangong family does not enter into marriages with people from the royal family. If you break your promise today, I will no longer want you."
Lang Yue was stunned by her sudden action, but then he understood, held Yao Jia's hand and pulled her into his arms.
"Yaoyao, I swear, in this life, I, Langyue, will only be your husband, Nangong Jiayao, and this will never change."
Yao Jia hooked her arms around his neck and said, "You said it. Without your status as a prince, you can only be a concubine. Don't regret it in the future, and don't come to me to cry."
When Lang Yue heard this, his mind went blank and his heart skipped a beat. "Yaoyao, you...you want me to be your concubine?"
Yao Jia nodded, "I promised Hua Hua some time ago that I would hold a wedding for him. Xiu Lan just calculated the date and it's in April. I also calculated that there is a good date in May. How about we schedule our wedding in May?"
Lang Yue was about to nod when she suddenly asked, "What about Huaichuan? When will you marry Huaichuan?"
Yao Jia lowered her head and thought about it. It seemed that there was an auspicious day in June. "How about June?"
Lang Yue's lips twitched slightly. After the New Year, she would marry Ming Jue in March, hold a wedding for Bai Pingjun in April, marry him in May, and marry Huaichuan in June.
"Would it be bad to marry one in January?"
"Is it not good?" Yao Jia frowned slightly, thought about it carefully, and found that it was a bit not good.
"Then why not marry both of you when I marry Mingjue. But I can only find one person for the bridal chamber... If you don't mind... we can do it together..."
"Yaoyao you..."
Lang Yue was really impressed by her way of thinking. He lowered his head and kissed her lips, really afraid that she would say something earth-shattering or tear-jerking.
The kiss was as gentle and lingering as spring rain, carrying deep emotions and promises, temporarily pulling her thoughts away from the absurd proposal.
She closed her eyes, responded emotionally, and made a promise to Langyue in her heart.
Langyue, in this life, I, Nangong Jiayao, will never let you down again. Thank you for your dedication to me in my previous life. Even though you never got a response from me, you still helped me divert those pursuers...
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