<h4>Chapter 404: No Future (3)</h4> <h4><strong>Trantor: </strong>Henyee Trantions <strong> Editor: </strong>Henyee Trantions</h4>


    No one knew how cruel this person was under his cynical and arrogant appearance.


    Xie Jingxing was still a young man and had the handsomeness of a young man. However, today, he was wearing a dark red court robe, making him look more mature. When Shen Miao’s son, Fu Ming, was reading the history of the Xie family in Ming Qi, he sighed. “A young talent, a figure to be remembered by people for generations toe. He died young, and his death is the sorrow of Ming Qi!” It can be seen how high his evaluation of Xie Jingxing was.


    In her previous life, when Shen Miao really noticed Xie Jingxing, she was already the empress. She had only seen him from afar at the pce banquet and vaguely had an impression of him being a very good-looking young man, but Fu Xiuyi did not treat him very warmly. Who would have thought that this handsome young man with a charming smile on his face would die on the battlefield before long?


    There was a trace of pity in Shen Miao’s eyes. She was not a kind person, but she still admired people who had been praised by Fu Ming and Wanyu.


    Xie Jingxing was a little puzzled by her sorrowful gaze. He suddenly thought of the first time he saw Shen Miao at the door of Guangwen Hall. At that time, she also looked at him with such sadness. Xie Jingxing asked thoughtfully, “Do you pity me?”


    This person is even better at reading people’s expressions than me! Shen Miao thought to herself, but a smile appeared on her face. “Who am I to pity others?”


    Xie Jingxing nodded, as if he felt that what she said made sense. However, he suddenly reached out and lifted the curtain of the carriage.


    This ce was in a remote corner, so no one woulde over. Lifting the curtain of the carriage, one could see the high pce wall.


    Shen Miao couldn’t help but look into the distance.


    Xie Jingxing smiled and said, “Do you want to live there?”


    Shen Miao was slightly stunned.


    “If you want to live there, I can help you,” Xie Jingxing said. His tone was a little strange, but his smile seemed to hide something deeper. “When the timees, how will you thank me?”


    “Young Marquis, if you can burn this pce down, I might be grateful to you,” Shen Miao replied.


    Xie Jingxing raised an eyebrow in surprise. “I thought you wanted to be… a noble.”


    “I want to be a noble.” Shen Miao turned around and looked at him with a mocking smile. “However, it’s not the kind of noble you’re talking about. It’s a noble who’s even more noble than a noble.”


    “You want to be the empress?”


    The empress? Shen Miao was in a daze. She had once worn the empress’s court dress and had a phoenix hairpin on her head. At the empress’s coronation ceremony, it was glorious. The officials knelt down in front of her, and the people cheered for her.


    At that time, she thought she had everything she wanted.


    Now, it seemed that the higher she climbed, the more painful it was to fall. The empress? That was just an empty title.


    “It’s easy to be the empress, but it’s difficult to be the emperor,” Xie Jingxing said matter-of-factly.


    In Ming Qi, the nine princes each had their own merits. Even the position of the crown prince was not stable. Who knew who would get the imperial seal in the future? Big families were all taking gambles by marrying their daughter to one of the princes.


    Riches came from danger. Greed was a human’s instinct. If they chose a wrong prince for their daughter, it would be equivalent to pushing their daughter into the fire.


    Xie Jingxing said casually, “Who did you choose?”