It turned out it was the elegantly dressed Nangong Yue who had abducted the person.
Feng Jiu saw this and waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to pursue. Feng Xie raised his hand to stop Feng Jiu’s action: “Forget it, he’s useless. If he wants her, let him have her, to save him from constantly bothering us.”
After Feng Xie finished speaking, he looked meaningfully at Liu Liu beside him with his pair of glass-like, star-bright eyes. Liu Liu pretended not to see.
Since Bu Xiangyin had been dealt with, she should return to Xiaoyao Island.
As for the conflict between Hua Wuyou and Feng Xie, that was a battle between men. She didn’t need to get involved. No matter who won or lost, it was their destined tribulation, and there was no need for her to stir things up.
Liu Liu turned and walked out of the main hall. She thought that Nangong Yue had actually abducted Bu Xiangyin. He wouldn’t still mistake this Bu Xiangyin for her, would he? That would be too pathetic.
Liu Liu sighed, “Nangong Yue, Nangong Yue, please don’t be fooled.”
Nangong Yue, like an exiled immortal, carried Bu Xiangyin and flew across rooftops, leaving Wanfeng Villa. He quickly exited the city and arrived at a dilapidated temple outside.
Her face was deathly pale from pain, and she let out soft moans from the agony. She raised her head and looked at Nangong Yue through a hazy mist.
“Please save me.”
Nangong Yue remained motionless. This woman, he had actually thought she was Liu'er.
Although he had doubted it at one point, he had become immersed in her appearance. However, a fake could never truly be real, and the real could never be fake. After days of contemplation, he suddenly realized a problem: if this woman was fake, how could she so flawlessly imitate everything about Liu'er?
She must know where Liu'er was. It was ridiculous how many days he had wasted before realizing this, even fighting with Qi Ye.
“I can save you, but you have to tell me, where is the real Liu'er? If you tell me, I’ll spare your life?”
Nangong Yue crouched down and looked at the woman begging like a dog. A chilling coldness emanated from his god-like beautiful face, his eyes casting a faint, deadly gaze.
Bu Xiangyin felt as if she would rather die. She had thought this man was saving her, but unexpectedly, he was so cold. It was all in vain that she had once fantasized about being with him.
No man was any good; they were all using her. Bu Xiangyin gave a tragic, bitter smile, shaking her head desperately, disheveling her dark hair. At this moment, she was a mess, with none of Liu Liu’s clear and proud demeanor.
“I don’t know where the woman you speak of is. Is she really that good?”
Nangong Yue’s fair, slender fingers hooked around Bu Xiangyin’s neck like jade hooks, and he let out a sinister, cold laugh.
“You don’t even qualify to carry her shoes. Do you think she’s good or not? Since you resemble her so much, you must have seen her. Do you really want me to take action?”
Blinding light streamed through the broken roof, falling onto Nangong Yue’s face. It was undeniably an impossibly beautiful face, yet it exuded a suffocating terror. Bu Xiangyin desperately swallowed, struggling to shake off Nangong Yue’s hand.
“I don’t know. Hua Wuyou made me impersonate her. He trained my speech, demeanor, and all my actions.”
As soon as Bu Xiangyin finished speaking, Nangong Yue stood up abruptly. So, this was all a man-made deception.
So Liu'er really had fallen into Hua Wuyou’s hands. How had she lived these past five years? The thought of her possibly not living well filled Nangong Yue with guilt and pain, tormenting him.
He hadn’t expected Hua Wuyou to be so insidious, hiding the real Liu'er and using a fake Liu'er to lure out Feng Xie. Yet, what happened tonight was strange.
Didn’t Feng Xie know that he could find out Liu’er’s whereabouts from this woman? Why didn’t anyone pursue her when she was abducted by him?
Then there was only one possibility: he had deliberately let him abduct this woman. What was the purpose? He believed Feng Xie wanted to know Liu’er’s whereabouts more than anyone. Could it be…
Nangong Yue’s heart suddenly skipped a beat. Had he been a step behind him again? Did he know where Liu’er was?
The thought of this possibility drove Nangong Yue almost mad. Why was he always one step behind others? The surrounding coldness, coupled with the pain in his heart, made him pace back and forth in the dilapidated temple.
During this period, he had people secretly monitoring Wanfeng Tea House. Feng Xie had not interacted with anyone else. If he had to interact with anyone, it seemed he had gotten quite close to that Qi Ye.
Qi Ye? Nangong Yue was suddenly startled. Legend had it that Qi Ye was a stunningly beautiful youth. He had seen him at the Martial Arts Gathering back then. Even from before, he felt a sense of familiarity about him, and seeing him again this time was no different, especially his eyes, which resembled someone very much.
Considering his slender, agile body, his arrogant tone, and the cold aura surrounding him, could it be her? Nangong Yue felt his thought was too earth-shattering. If Qi Ye wasn’t Liu’er, he couldn’t explain Feng Xie’s actions.
Just as Nangong Yue was lost in thought, a faint groan from the side interrupted his train of thought, provoking his anger. He stepped forward and kicked Bu Xiangyin away. It was all this woman’s fault, causing him to be a step behind again. He wanted to go to Wanfeng Tea House again to find out if that Qi Ye was indeed Liu’er.
Nangong Yue’s eyes lit up, the night softened. Regardless of whether Feng Xie had found Liu’er, this time he wouldn’t let go, even if it meant silently guarding her. Because only by thinking of her did his cold heart, like winter, find a trace of warmth.
“Lüyi, Yinhuan.”
As Nangong Yue’s call fell, his two subordinates immediately appeared: “Master.”
“Dispose of this woman for me. Be clean and efficient.”
Nangong Yue acted as if he hadn’t seen the miserable, desperate woman on the ground. He waved his hand and ordered his subordinates. Upon hearing this, Lüyi and Yinhuan immediately took their orders and went forward to grab Bu Xiangyin.
This woman, who had been strutting like a peacock in front of them earlier, was now as pathetic as a drowned rat, left to their disposal. They had long believed this woman couldn’t be the Empress.
The real Empress would never be so arrogant and overbearing. It was a pity their master hadn’t believed it and had even punished them for it. Unexpectedly, their master had finally come to his senses.
“Yes, Master.”
“Nangong?” Bu Xiangyin pleaded in pain, hoping to get some reaction from Nangong Yue. However, she didn’t know that some people only bloomed their tenderness for a specific person in their heart; others could not receive their salvation.
Lüyi and Yinhuan quickly disappeared into the dilapidated temple. Nangong Yue looked up at the soft moonlight, his expression softening. With a graceful movement, his plain robe fluttering, his handsome figure left the dilapidated temple.
The weather was clear and refreshing, and Wanfeng Villa was filled with joy. Finally, that troublemaker had been dealt with, and everyone was very happy. Feng Jiu prepared a banquet to entertain Feng Xie and Liu Liu.
Liu Liu had already informed him that she would be leaving Fengyue City. He also used this luncheon to bid her farewell. This trip to Fengyue City had been quite troublesome, but fortunately, their two million units of tea, which they had cooperated on, were released intact.
Liu Liu was chatting with a few of her subordinates to the side. She always felt a gaze following her. She knew it was Feng Xie’s gaze, a mixture of eagerness and gentleness, filled with sincere hope.
It seemed he had confirmed her true identity. So what? As long as she didn’t admit it, what could he do to her? Liu Liu made a silent resolution. The attendant, Dai Mei, said a few words, but the楼主 (Louzhu - Master/Owner) didn’t react. She quickly called out a couple of times.
“楼主, 楼主?”
Liu Liu snapped back to attention and saw that everyone beside her was looking at her, especially her son, whose small face was full of worry: “Brother, what’s wrong?”
“Oh, it’s nothing,” Liu Liu waved her hand and smiled, shaking her head. Everyone then breathed a sigh of relief.