"I... I am not," Xiao Yao shook her head.
Those crystal-clear eyes, so alike!
Finally, Feng Ye Xuan let her go.
Sitting by the bed, his back was a picture of profound desolation.
Xiao Yao found herself unable to truly hate him.
He was a man deeply devoted, yet ensnared by his affections.
Her mind was a complete mess at this moment.
Li'er, Chu Qianli, Her Majesty the Empress... the woman he loved most was Chu Qianli, his Li'er.
Yet, he had angered Chu Qianli away, and now he was calling her the Li'er he spoke of...
Xiao Yao hugged her head.
A sharp pain shot through her head, making it difficult to breathe.
"Sleep here, you're not allowed to go anywhere."
In her daze, Xiao Yao only heard Feng Ye Xuan's low, cold voice.
When she came to her senses, she saw the man sitting on a chair, drinking.
Dejected, hardened, a loneliness as deep as death.
Xiao Yao realized she couldn't look at him anymore. The more she looked at Feng Ye Xuan like this, the more her chest ached.
A pain, as if being torn apart.
She turned away and raised her hand, her long fingers brushing across her cold tear-stained eyes.
Truly... inexplicable! She was crying again! Was something wrong with her body?
Why did looking at Prince Xuan like this make her heart ache and her eyes well up with tears? She should despise this scoundrel of a prince.
Xiao Yao closed her eyes, thinking that closing them would calm her heart.
But with her eyes closed, his lonely figure, those deeply pained eyes, the despair beneath those dark, fathomless pupils...
Xiao Yao clutched her head tightly.
Her head hurt so much!
Can't I just stop thinking about it!
...
It was night, and the wind was cool.
The New Year was approaching.
It should be a time of reunion, but tonight, everyone seemed steeped in a profound sorrow.
Chu Qianli walked in the darkness.
Although she had sent people to search for Ye Qingying, there were certain signs that only she and Ye Qingying understood.
So after waiting for over an hour without any news, she decided to venture out herself to leave a mark for Ye Qingying.
Tonight, the wind was a little strong.
She felt an unspeakable restlessness!
Was Feng Ye Xuan really suspecting her?
Suddenly, the shadows of the trees ahead rustled.
Chu Qianli stopped and looked up at the person leaping down from the tree.
Her initial surprise almost turned into a fright.
"Prince He?" How could it be him?
"After becoming Her Majesty the Empress, has your disposition truly changed?"
Feng Qi He walked slowly towards Chu Qianli, a hint of a smile on his face. "You woman, seeing me, you don't even put on that sour face of yours?"
Even, he had seen a trace of panic in her eyes just now?
That wasn't the look of the disobedient woman she used to be, not proud at all, not stubborn at all.
And there was even a smile of pretense!
People really do change.
"What joke is Your Highness making? Why should I put on a sour face for Your Highness?"
She wasn't the real Chu Qianli; she was Yu Linglong!
Yu Linglong now regretted it. Time had been tight that night, and she could only ask Chu Qianli about the important people around her.
Fu Long, Fu Ning, Feng Ye Xuan, Feng Jin Rui, Long Zi Yue, and the like.
As for Feng Qi He, she didn't know that Chu Qianli and Feng Qi He had some connection!
It seemed that Chu Qianli, that bitch, was truly promiscuous.
She hadn't expected that even Feng Qi He would have an unspeakable relationship with her!
Yu Linglong didn't know how to respond now, so she could only play along, forcing a smile. "Your Highness, coming to see me so late, what important matter do you have?"
Unexpectedly, Feng Qi He suddenly stepped forward, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her closer:
"You wicked woman, you tell me, why am I looking for you? You tell me yourself!"