Only then can Feng Xiye be sure that she is really back.

That feeling of panic can be relieved a little.

"Not good." Feng Jiuqing's voice was as cold as ever.

It seemed like she would never talk to him in that excited voice again.

Feng Xiye's hands hugged the person in her arms tighter, as if she wanted to rub her into her bones and blood.

"I have asked the etiquette department to make arrangements. Although you have said before that you hope our wedding can be as simple as possible, I still hope that you can become the most beautiful and enviable bride in the world."

The more he said this, the more ironic Feng Jiuqing felt. It would have been great if these words could have been said earlier. Unfortunately, the person who should leave has already left. She may never hear these sweet words that should belong to her.

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While Feng Xiye was thinking about the future, Feng Jiuqing broke away from his embrace with force, as if she had touched something dirty, and took several steps back.

"Who are you speaking these words to now? You have to remember that what you like is the power of the Western Region. People can't be too greedy. After getting one thing, they want another. Get out, I don't want to see you."

Feng Xiye's hand still maintained the movement of holding Feng Jiuqing just now. Now after hearing her words, she slowly lowered her hand.

The movement of turning around seemed to be deliberately slowed down by something, and he looked extremely lonely.

"Whether you want to see me or not, your husband can only be me. I was too excited last time, but...how dare Wan Yanlun...how dare he touch you."

Speaking of this, Feng Xiye's thoughts returned to that day again, and her breathing became rapid.

"Get out, otherwise don't blame me for not saving face for you. When the time comes, your cold and aloof image of Mr. Feng will be ruined, but don't take it out on my people again."

She wasn't sure what Feng Xiye saw last time, but no matter what she saw, what qualifications did Feng Xiye have to question her?

Feng Xiye opened the door and went out. Standing at the door was Man Yue who heard the noise and came to check.

Seeing Feng Xiye coming out of the house, Man Yue couldn't help but scolded her, "You, why did you come out of my young master's house?"

But the other party couldn't even spare her a glance and walked out without looking back.

Man Yue was extremely worried and hurried into the house. Looking at Feng Jiuqing standing in the darkness, she rushed over and squeezed Feng Jiuqing's hand. The skin under her hand felt cold.

Feng Jiuqing didn't say anything. She was so anxious that she almost cried, "Did that bastard do something to you? Young Master, please speak. A slave like you is very worried."

The angry mood, because of Full Moon's concern, instantly dispersed the dark clouds in my heart, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Man Yue looked at her face in the dark, as if she didn't believe it.

"I'm really fine. He won't do anything to me. The powder I made last time was always on my body and I didn't take it out when I slept. If he dares to do it, I won't let him have an easy time."

After hearing her explanation, Man Yue finally let go.

"In the future, slaves, please sleep outside, so as not to be like tonight."

The couch outside is small and hard, making it very uncomfortable to sleep on. It's getting cold now, and you can easily get wind chill if you're not careful.

Feng Jiuqing didn't want her to suffer like this.

"You, you better go back to the house and sleep." She touched the soft top of Man Yue's head and said with a wry smile: "If Feng Xiye really wants to do something to me, how can you stop it?"

She just told the truth, but Man Yue fell on her knees, weeping.

"If only Man Yue had discovered his wolfish ambition earlier, there wouldn't have been so many things..."

Although Man Yue is slightly older than her, she has always lived in the palace and stayed with the princess. After all, she still has a simpler mind. "It's not just you, but my father didn't see it either?"

Maybe he saw it but didn't stop it.

Until now, she still couldn't understand what the King of the Western Regions, who had caused so much trouble for her, was thinking.

Man Yue sat with Feng Jiuqing for a while, and then, under her constant urging, she turned around and went back to her room.

With this interruption, Feng Jiuqing's drowsiness was almost gone. She lay on the bed with her eyes wide open for a while, and then it was daybreak.

The rain outside also stopped, and from time to time in the yard one could hear the maid cleaning up the fallen leaves in the yard with a broom.

She sat up, took the software from the tent, and went to the yard to dance with her sword.

The thin blade of the sword sliced ​​through the air, making a "swish" sound. Her movements were sharp, flowing and full of power.

Suddenly, the door to the courtyard was pushed open, and all the palace ladies filed in.

They held red court uniforms in their hands.

Feng Jiuqing turned around and made a beautiful sword flower, then stopped her movements. The maids held the trays and raised them high.

"Master, please change your clothes."

"What are you doing?" She reached out and took the handkerchief from Man Yue and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

On her shoulders is the cloak that Full Moon put on her.

"Master, please change your clothes."

They seemed to have no emotion and just repeated this sentence.

Feng Jiuqing curled her lips, "What else do you want to do to make things difficult for me today?"

"Young Master, please don't misunderstand Young Master Feng. He is just ill. I would like to ask Young Master to go to court on your behalf today."

The maid in the corner screamed for Feng Xi at night.

"Tsk, that's interesting." Feng Jiuqing raised her hand, and the sword in her hand fell on the maid's chin. The cold blade made her shiver.

The trembling person slowly raised his head, and that bright face was revealed in front of her.

It's quite pretty.

"What did you just say? Go to court instead?" She sneered, holding the sword in her hand tighter. The sharp blade left a blood mark on her fair skin, and the bright red blood dripped down the wound.

"I don't know when the country in the Western Region became Feng Xiye's. Can you tell me who fell in love with whom this time? Huh? I don't care whether Feng Xiye is sick or dead today.

How about I go and ask for the right words for you?"

The palace maids around were already trembling with fear.

Even though Feng Xiye's ambition is known to the world, as long as Feng Xiye doesn't say it himself, others are not allowed to speculate.

Now that a little palace maid has said such treacherous words, all of them will probably be doomed.

"Young Master, calm down."

A group of palace maids in bright clothes knelt on the rain-soaked ground, their dresses covered in mud.

The palace maid who was shouting loudly also knew she was scared.

"Please... please calm down, young master."

"Calm down? How dare I be angry? Feng Xiye has the final say in the Western Region now, isn't it?"

She grabbed the palace maid who dared to scream and dragged her out.
Chapter completed!