"It's fine, you'll be seeing the Empress very soon."
Feng Xie finished speaking and arrogantly flicked his long hair. The black silk formed an arc, and the silver hairpin glinted dazzlingly in the sunlight, stimulating the eyes of his three subordinates. But what stimulated them even more was the Emperor's words.
The Emperor was so happy because of the Empress. But since noon, the Emperor had only been with Qi Ye, and hadn't seen the Empress.
Moreover, they doubted Bu Xiangyin. Where was the Empress's shadow? The three looked at each other, and a flash of inspiration struck them. No way.
"Qi Ye is actually the Empress?"
The three exclaimed in unison. This time, it wasn't just their scalps tingling, but a chill ran through their bodies, and they trembled. The owner of the renowned Seven Star Tower was actually the Empress.
Then that little fellow named Mu Xing, the three looked at each other again, their mouths agape: "The Crown Prince?" xxs
"My heavens," the three screamed and rushed towards the Emperor. On the street, four handsome men were all acting like madmen, attracting the attention of many.
The round moon cast a gentle glow, illuminating the jade screen pavilion. A cool breeze stirred the light gauze, making it flutter ethereally.
In a small, carved pavilion, the stone table was laden with dishes, accompanied by fine wine. They drank under the moonlight.
Feng Xie raised his cup and looked at the woman before him. Her beautiful, jade-like face was exactly like the one he loved deeply. Even her calm demeanor was the same. The only difference was that one was naturally so, while the other was artificially fabricated. With much observation, one could tell the difference.
A pheasant could never compare to a phoenix. Feng Xie took a sip of wine, a cold, murderous smile playing on his lips. His eyes were filled with an unyielding chill, making the woman opposite him's scalp tingle.
This handsome man was different tonight. She had thought something good would happen, especially since she had dressed up so beautifully.
Thinking of how she had been specially trained by her demon-like master to seduce the man before her, she had thought she had succeeded. But tonight, he seemed different. His gaze was cold. Was it the moonlight, or her own suspicion?
"Come, taste this dish. Does it suit your appetite?"
As her doubts grew, the man opposite her wore a gentle smile and thoughtfully placed food on her plate. She chuckled inwardly, thinking she was indeed being too suspicious. She nodded and looked into the bowl, only to find it filled with pieces of scallion.
What did he mean? He hadn't picked any food, but instead gave her scallion. However, scallions were also fragrant. As long as he picked them, such a tall and noble man, she actually felt a flicker of hope.
If he truly fell in love with her, then she could help him fight back against that devil, Hua Wuyou.
This man looked so noble and extraordinary. What kind of illustrious background did he have? Her demon-like master had only told her to obey orders, but hadn't told her who he was.
"Thank you, husband," Bu Xiangyin said shyly, raising her wine cup and looking at the man opposite her.
"Husband, I toast you tonight,"
Her affectionate gaze was met with killing intent in the man's eyes and a sinister smile on his lips.
If he hadn't wanted to see how Hua Wuyou intended to deal with him using her, he would have ended her with a sword long ago. He calmly raised his wine cup, blocking his bloodthirsty, hidden eyes.
"Sit down."
Bu Xiangyin took a small sip, seemingly unable to hold her liquor. Her body leaned slightly, her fingers brushing against Feng Xie's hand as if by accident.
Feng Xie's expression darkened instantly. He withdrew his hand and gazed intently at the woman opposite him: "Have you remembered anything? Do you miss me? Or are you feeling lonely?"
His icy words were incredibly eerie in the night. Bu Xiangyin was startled. What did this man mean? He seemed angry tonight, furious and sharp. What had happened?
She gritted her teeth. No matter what happened, how dare he treat me like this, without any pity or tenderness? This man is all looks, perhaps lacking in substance.
Bu Xiangyin thought, regretting it inwardly. When she first entered Xuexiang Tower, she had already been defiled by someone, and that person was her demon-like master.
Although that master was cruel, his skills in bed were not bad, making her yearn for him.
However, the heartless master only used her once for defilement; at other times, he never touched her.
She had heard from her sisters in the palace that the master only slept with women once, and they had to be virgins. It seemed he was practicing some kind of martial art, and a virgin body could greatly enhance his power. Therefore, the women in the Demon Palace were all used by the master only once.
And every woman he touched became addicted, unable to stop themselves.
But that careless master never gave them a second chance. Instead, he poisoned them all, ensuring their unconditional obedience.
"What are you saying, husband?"
She spoke cautiously, suppressing the restlessness in her heart and returning to her previous cold demeanor. No matter how much she yearned, she couldn't show it.
This man was sometimes terrifyingly quiet. If she wasn't careful, she might reveal a flaw. And she had no doubt that if he found out she was the imposter, her fate would be dire.
Feng Xie stopped speaking. He lowered his head, his black hair falling to cover half of his handsome face. The other half was illuminated by the moonlight, appearing so hazy.
Bu Xiangyin's heart stirred with affection as she watched him, but she dared not make a move. She quickly got up and looked at the man opposite her: "Husband, Xiangyin is a bit tired. I'll go back to rest first."
She dared not stay alone with this man any longer. If she did, she couldn't guarantee she wouldn't pounce on him like a hungry wolf, and the next moment, she might be killed by him.
"Go,"
Feng Xie waved his hand. After Bu Xiangyin left the small pavilion, he looked up at the moon in the sky, his gaze filled with tenderness. He thought of Qi Ye, of her slender figure, her pride, and her bright, shining eyes. Every feature belonged to Liu'er.
Why did everyone think Qi Ye was a man? Was it because of her abilities? Perhaps no one could believe that a woman could be so successful.
Perhaps she had been successful even before entering the palace, which was why she resisted entering the palace and hid to be found by Prime Minister Liu.
Because she could still live a good life outside. Ironically, he had thought she was playing mind games.
Memories flashed through his mind, filled with both sadness and joy. Feng Xie frowned and smiled intermittently. At this moment, he truly longed to see Liu'er's face, even just for a glance. Just one glance would suffice.
Although he couldn't hold her in his arms right now, it was only a matter of time. A determined glint flashed in his bright eyes. This time, he would cherish her, and even make up for what he owed her in the past.
Feng Xie, having drunk some wine, felt a warmth in his heart. His figure flashed as he left the pavilion and headed straight for the Feng Manor's separate courtyard. His three subordinates followed him from a distance, wondering what whim had possessed their master. Seeing him heading straight for the separate courtyard, could he be going to find Qi Ye?
The three held their breath, fearing the consequences. Qi Ye's temperament was very cold. Even the Empress would have to take things slowly, but they could only think it and not say it.