Feng Xiye pretended to be a devout believer, squatting next to Feng Jiuqing, her eyes obsessed, as if her heart was full of eyes.

No wonder the original owner, an inexperienced woman, was deceived by him and trapped in the web he weaved, unable to extricate herself.

"I wish I could kill you."

She reminded Feng Xiye that they were enemies.

Feng Xiye's face was gloomy, and the look of infatuation gradually dissipated. He stood up slowly, his tall body swaying slightly due to dizziness.

"Okay, I won't touch you."

Every word he spoke seemed to have been polished between his tongue, lips and teeth for a long time before spitting it out. It was neither too cold nor too gentle like his usual false affection.

The two looked at each other in silence for a while, and then Feng Xiye moved slightly. He brushed off the tray on the low stool in front of the bed, and rolled it to the ground with the remaining teacups inside.

"Jiu'er, I really can't let you go."

Feng Jiuqing raised the corner of her mouth mockingly, waiting for his next words.

His pretty face was full of loneliness, "But I have to do this now. I'm not doing it for myself, I'm doing it for the people of the Western Regions. You should be able to understand me, right?"

"Oh? Don't you feel disgusted when you say these words? While saying that you can't bear to leave me, you want to push me to the Yan Dynasty, which has a deep hatred for the Western Regions. Aren't you worried about me going there?

Will you end up dead without any body parts?"

Feng Xiye raised her head, her eyes were reddish, and she was struggling, but in the end she just let out a long sigh, "No, Nangong Ling has feelings for you, and he won't do anything to you."

He spoke firmly and tried to excuse himself.

The wind in the hall blew in through the window, and the heavy rain that had been held in for several days finally fell all over the yard. The yellow leaves hanging on the branches could no longer help but "putter" from the branches.

Falling.

Feng Jiuqing felt worthless for the original owner. Such a hypocritical man was not worthy of her heart and soul.

"You can push me to Dayan again because of the dissatisfaction of the ministers. Why won't he take action against me because of other people's slander?"

He seemed to have never thought about such a possibility. He opened his mouth and didn't speak for a long time. He just repeated: "Nangong Ling has feelings for you, but he won't."

Feng Jiuqing only felt the contraction in her heart. It was not her emotions, but the pain and sadness coming from the depths of the original owner's soul.

"What about you? Are you ruthless to me? Or do you think you are inferior to Nangong Ling?"

The imprisonment of the soul was released in an instant, and Feng Jiuqing's soul was once again locked into the narrow box, and the original owner returned to his place.

"What am I in your heart? Am I a plaything that comes and goes when you call it on? Have you never been attracted to me?"

"no……"

Feng Jiuqing, who had been cold and unresponsive to his betrayal just now, suddenly felt so painful that Feng Xiye panicked.

"No, I never thought of it that way."

"No? You've already done it. How can you ask me to believe you? Get out of here. I don't want to see you."

She got out of bed with her bare feet and pushed Feng Xiye crazily, "Get out, I don't want to see you now, I will never like you again in the future, get out of here."

"Jiu'er." Feng Xiye, who was already feeling guilty, didn't resist much, and was just pushed out of the door by Feng Jiuqing.

Looking at the closed door, Feng Xiye sighed deeply.

"I really didn't lie to you, I love you very much, but this is really a helpless move. You have been to court yourself, and you also know how difficult those ministers are. I... will find a way to go again in the future.

To bring you back."

"I don't want to listen to you, please leave quickly."

This time, she was really sad. She thought that as long as she was good enough, Feng Xiye would always take her into his heart. But now it seems that it is just her own passion. In Feng Xiye's heart, there is only

he himself.

The window was open, and the rain outside penetrated into the house little by little. The full moon came in and put a piece of clothing on her.

"troubled you……"

"Man Yue, is there something you haven't told me?"

When Man Yue listened to this sweet voice and saw that pitiful face, her nose instantly became sore. This was her young master.

"Young Master..." She hugged Feng Jiuqing's soft body, and her tears could no longer stop flowing down.

"It's all my fault. If I had told you the truth earlier, maybe the young master wouldn't have been deceived by Feng Xiye."

Feng Jiuqing smiled bitterly and shook her head. No one knew her own personality better than her.

At that time, her heart was full of Nangong Ling, and she was afraid that no matter what Man Yue said, she would not believe it. Instead, she would feel that Man Yue had been bewitched by others and deliberately said something bad about Feng Xiye in front of her.

She grabbed Man Yue's hand, as if grasping the only life-saving straw.

"Tell me, is there anything else I don't know? I just remember that I received a letter from brother Xiye, and I killed the soldiers of the Yan Dynasty, and then I was killed by Feng Yu. I should have died a long time ago

.”

Thinking of those innocent soldiers, Feng Jiuqing felt pain in her heart. Those were also innocent people.

"Young master, don't say that...you were also deceived, that's why you made such a mistake."

"But it was indeed done by my own hands. Even if it cost me my life, it would be karma."

She always thought she was innocent before, but now that she thinks about it, it's all retribution.

She looked sad, and Man Yue felt very distressed.

"Young Master, don't think so much."

The tears in Feng Jiuqing's eyes seemed to be drying up. Her eyes were red and looked very scary.

"Tell me first, is there anything else I don't know?"

She was still struggling before, not wanting to hear those bad words about Feng Xiye, but if these words came from Man Yue's mouth, she was willing to believe them.

Man Yue's face was filled with confusion, but Feng Jiuqing couldn't wait any longer, "Just tell me, anyway, now I can see his true face clearly."

She looked at her hands, pinched her fingers, and didn't let go until the clean and red fingers completely lost their color. She kept doing this, all the time.

Man Yue took a long breath and didn't know where to start.

She was in the Western Region and had not experienced it with that person, so she had only heard about it, but it was sad enough.

"After the young master left the Western Regions, Feng Xiye never stopped sending assassins to the Great Yan Dynasty to look for you. Especially after that incident, he was also worried that the Western Regions would be noticed by the Great Yan Dynasty, making it impossible for him to sit firmly in that position.

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Chapter completed!