My Evil Husband
Contrition

After cursing at Clara, Layla turned around and left, leaving the charge to explode in midair.

Clara continued to stand there in confusion. What the hell's going on? Why was he blamed?

Esme being thrown off the horse has nothing to do with it. Suddenly blamed and persecuted, the usually proud Clara felt extremely depressed.

He pursues Layla wanting to explain that Esme's wounds have nothing to do with her. Her brother couldn't go wrong accusing her like this.

If Jason misunderstands, he might lose his small life.

Seth's heart ached to see Esme's pale face. However, facing Jason's predatory gaze, Seth did not dare to show too much of what he felt on his face.

“Go quickly!” Jason is really not friendly right now.

Seth scanned Esme's face deeply before leaving.

Jason continued to stand guard at Esme's bedside, not drinking or eating anything. He had never been so anxious and worried about a woman before, all his life.

The first time a woman left who hurt and cried was her mother. When he saw Esme being thrown off the horse, at that moment, it was as if someone was breaking his heart into pieces.

Pain, and inability to breathe.

The pain is the same as when he got the news that year, saying if his parents' flight had an accident. It was an uncomfortable feeling, a great fear that engulfed him.

Although Esme turns out to be unruly and wayward, but this woman is the only woman who sees her in her weakest point.

Jason's palm became warm and he touched Esme's forehead. The softness in his eyes looked as sweet as sugar. Unfortunately ... Esme can't see that.

“Forget what you've done, I'll still forgive you. Whether you're obedient, arrogant, selfish, smashing all my favorite cars, or even naive.

……

The horses ran forward ferociously. Dark clouds cover the sky. The storm fell as fast as lightning. The rising sandstorm enveloped the vast plains. The scent of the surrounding air was filled with blood and dust, wrapped with the aura of death. The air echoed with the sound of swords colliding and the cries of humans.

It was a terrible and tragic war. To win, two enemy troops would try to kill as many as they could.

Dong Fang Xuan held onto the moon saber, lunged and began to slaughter. His entire body leaped high into the sky and towards the enemy blade. A saber rises when another falls, and thus, another life ends.

His pair of eyes were in the grind like bloodthirsty leopards. His body revolved in the air as if Heaven and Earth were following him.

He is good at fighting and good at killing. Any enemy that approaches, must die!

From a distant place that they could not see, an arrow came flying past it. The arrow flew into his back, shooting out Dong Fang Xuan's heart. Dong Fang Xuan experienced tremendous pain and then his body fell to the ground.

The enemy took these to encircle them, pulled their spear tips and thrust them into Dong Fang Xuan's body.

Blood spewed out of his mouth.

Nah!

When he arrived, the battle had already stopped and the enemy had already receded. Bodies were scattered on the ground, and Dong Fang Xuan was sprawled there. The man's body was filled with all kinds of weapons, swords, spears ….

Looking at the man, his body paled and staggered to the side.

Nah!

He did not want Dong Fang Xuan to die!

His heart was filled with pain, the ground under his feet was slippery, his legs were numb and he fell down. When he looked again, everything had changed.

Dong Fang Xuan left, the bloody corpses were gone. In front of him, there was an endless sandstorm.

Misty, he could not distinguish between East, West, North and South. He could not see the sight that was ten meters away from him.

He stood up, his eyes observing around blindly.

He turned, looking. No target to find.

Dong Fang Xuan, where did he go?

The surroundings around him were a strange place, where was he?

Heart's panicking. The sky and ground started to turn.

Scared, his mind suddenly disappeared. The scene before him suddenly changed again. Everything turned black. His body began to shake and disintegrate. He closed his eyes, slowly blinked and opened his eyes once again.

The scene before him changed again. It was no longer a battlefield in the midst of the yellow sandstorm, but it was a cold place.

Old palace.

She's surprised. Wasn't he on the battlefield? Why did it suddenly appear in the palace?

“Emperor arrive ...”

“Empress arrives ..”

Suddenly Kasim Gao's voice sounded loud.

He's tensing. Dong Fang Xuan's? Before he recovered, the door opened. Two gorgeous wrapped silhouettes appeared in his line of sight. Dong Fang Xuan, in a luxurious yellow robe embroidered with a five-clawed dragon, wore black velvet shoes at his feet.

His sharp phoenix eyes exuded a majestic, domineering and cold aura. Together with her was the empress, using embroidered black silk. Graceful, and graceful.

“Dong Fang―”

As he thought of this name, the Queen suddenly came forward and threw a slap at him. “Bigger! Is someone like you qualified to mention the name the Emperor gave you?”

He was burning with such pain. His sharp eyes glared at the Queen coldly before returning to Dong Fang Xuan. “Why should you treat me like this?”

Suppressing the sense of yelling at him, his eyes stared fixedly at the man's face.

“What mistake did I make that you wiped out my family's nine connections and bestowed me with three feet of white silk?”

Dong Fang Xuan looked at it with emotionless cold eyes, “You did nothing wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong .. Then why are you doing this to me?”

“You are more useful dead than alive.”

Every word how a knife that shakes the heart. Two rows of tears flowed without stopping.

She finally made peace, not loving him anymore. The man currently had three thousand concubines in his Imperial Harem, making him forget how he had remained beside him during the eight years of war to reach this day.

He turned around, not wanting to see her again. Tears kept flowing down his face.

Dong Fang Xuan saw him thin, returning coldly. The hand hidden under the sleeves of his long dragon shirt was clenched.

…….

“Does it hurt so much?” Jason saw tears flowing from the corner of Esme's eyes. The pain pulled his heart. Using his fingertips, he wiped off Esme's tear stain. His eyes were observing like twinkling stars, filled with gentleness and greed.

Just as he wiped away the tears, they flowed again, sending ripples of heartache through Jason's heart.

When Esme had an accident and even lost her baby, her injuries were worse. Did Esme cry when she was unconscious as she is now?

Jason regrets it now. I regret that he didn't stay by her side.

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