She paused slightly, shook her head gently, as if trying to dispel the chaotic thoughts in her mind, and then continued speaking.

"To say that he had no love for Minister Ye at all, and that his heart was filled with scheming and conspiracy, and that he completely regarded Minister Ye as a tool to achieve his own goals."

Given the methods and cunning he has demonstrated, he could have easily chosen a more direct, simpler, and more brutal approach to achieve his goals.

For example, one could directly drug Minister Ye, using the drug to make him act according to one's own will without his knowledge, thus easily achieving one's own intentions.

Such methods, though ruthless, may not be difficult for someone who has no feelings of love.

However, if he truly loves Minister Ye and regards Minister Ye as the most important person in his life, then...

How could anyone be so heartless as to do something so cruel and chilling?

The logic behind these actions is so contradictory that it's like two parallel lines that can never intersect, yet they are forcibly intertwined.

Like a tangled mess of yarn, with countless threads intertwined, no matter how hard I try to unravel it, I can't find a clear and understandable thread.

"Rainbow Dash, tell me, what on earth was he thinking to do something so incomprehensible?"

Qin Qianluo's gaze was fixed on the figure in the light screen, as if if she looked closely enough, she could find a reason for the other party's actions in that still image.

Feng Qingyun slowly raised her eyes, her gaze like two cold beams, piercing straight into the person in the light screen, as if trying to see through them.

A moment later, a mocking smile curved her lips, like frost frozen on a cliff in the dead of winter, chilling to the bone.

Then, she parted her lips slightly, her voice like the gentle sound of a temple drum at dusk, unhurried yet carrying a profound sense of history.

It seems as if it wants to meticulously recount that hidden past buried by time, like peeling back layers of an onion.

"Luo Bao, in this world, people's hearts are hidden behind their skin; one can only know a person's face but not their heart."

Ye Yunyao's husband, Cheng Haoyu, comes from the once-prominent Cheng family of merchants.

As the youngest child in the family, from the moment he was born, he was like a rare jewel placed in the center of a dazzling stage, surrounded by his family's love like a surging tide.

His childhood and adolescence were as smooth as a light boat drifting leisurely on a calm lake, without any ripples, enjoying all the beauty of the world.

Spoiled by his family without restraint, he gradually developed a spoiled and willful personality, like a vine growing wildly in a warm bed.

It was as if the entire world should revolve around his will, and his every thought should be an unquestionable reality.

However, the trajectory of fate is like the ever-changing winds and clouds, always full of unpredictability and variables.

The Cheng family was suddenly struck by misfortune, and the family pillar that was once as solid and reliable as a towering mountain collapsed in an instant.

Overnight, Cheng Haoyu, who had once lived a life of luxury, was like a kite with a broken string, completely losing all his support.

The capital that once held sway and was arrogantly unrestrained has vanished like a dream.

The successive blows were like heavy hammer blows, mercilessly striking his already fragile heart.

Amidst these endless setbacks and hardships, the dark side of his heart, like an evil vine nourished by darkness, grew.

It proliferated and spread at an alarming rate, gradually distorting his once perhaps relatively pure soul.

"Although Cheng Haoyu's character has degenerated to a despicable degree, it seems that fate has played an extremely cruel joke on the world."

It gave him a refined and handsome appearance, much like dressing a demon in the clothes of an angel.

He stood tall and straight, like a green bamboo swaying gracefully in the breeze, exuding an innate scholarly air.

The elegance in every gesture seemed to have been carefully sculpted by the years.

His face is gentle and warm, like the soft sunshine in spring, giving people a sense of friendliness and making people feel good about him at first sight.

He was like a convincing actor with superb acting skills, successfully attracting Ye Yunyao's attention with this carefully disguised mask.

This made her fall head over heels for him. At that time, amidst the ardent pursuit of many sons of officials, Ye Yunyao resolutely chose Cheng Haoyu.

She was as resolute as a moth drawn to a flame. Ignoring everyone's advice, she abandoned those seemingly safer and more powerful options.

She was completely absorbed in a self-deluded romantic dream, solely focused on the seemingly gentle and refined man before her.

In the long years after their marriage, at first glance, their life seemed as sweet as if they were immersed in honey.

They seemed like an ethereal couple, untouched by worldly concerns, making one truly envious.

Cheng Haoyu was a master of persuasion, like a music master who could always accurately pluck the strings of Ye Yunyao's heart.

His sweet words, like a gently flowing spring, nourished Ye Yunyao's heart, immersing her in a vortex of happiness from which she could not extricate herself.

Ye Yunyao was also wholeheartedly devoted to him, without reservation.

In life, she cared for him deeply, and every detail showed her affection, like a gentle breeze in spring, tenderly protecting him.

Moreover, with her intelligence and ability, she spared no effort in helping his already crumbling family.

Like a brave and fearless warrior, she did her best to protect the Cheng family amidst the storm, preventing it from falling apart completely.

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