Hearing the voice, Qing Yue turned her head and saw Feng Ling sitting in a wheelchair next to the table in the room, playing with a dark green teacup between his fingertips. When he saw Qing Yue open her eyes, he snorted coldly and glanced away coldly.

Qing Yue only moved slightly, and her whole body was filled with pain.

The light in the house was a little dim, and the light coming through the window was golden yellow. It was almost dusk.

All the things that happened before I fell into coma came to my mind.

The piercing pain instantly enveloped her whole body, but Qingyue's eyes were so dry that she couldn't shed a single tear.

"Qin Wan, are you mute?"

Seeing that the person on the bed opened his eyes and did not say anything for a long time, Feng Ling spoke impatiently.

This cold sarcasm brought Qing Yue back to her senses. She supported herself on the bed and sat up. Every time she moved, her body felt torn and painful.

There was not a single good spot on his body. The wrist veins were cut, and the gold wires on his hands had also cut several wounds, not to mention the purple circle on his neck.

Cough cough.

He coughed twice and suffered serious internal injuries, which were caused by Qing Zhan kicking him.

There is no good place on my body.

Fortunately, I changed into clean clothes and washed myself, so I finally felt a little refreshed.

Qing Yue raised her head and looked at Feng Ling in the light and shadow. He raised his chin slightly, his phoenix eyes were long and narrow, with deep contours, and a small red mole between his eyebrows, making him an unparalleled enchanter.

His eyes fell on her with a scrutinizing look.

Qing Yue's eyes met Feng Ling's from a distance.

Qing Yue didn't say anything.

In the shadows, Feng Ling's face was filled with a cold and inquiring look.

Qing Yue blinked her eyes. The sleep helped her understand a lot of things.

It is now the ninety-eighth year of Fengping, and the year she died was the ninety-fifth year. However, three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

And Feng Ling, the sixth prince who was once in the limelight, now has gloomy eyes and disabled legs.

"Qin Wan, don't you have anything to explain?"

Feng Ling's low and hoarse voice sounded.

Qing Yue's eyelashes trembled slightly. Looking at her hands wrapped in white gauze, with only the fingertips exposed, her eyes were blank. "What does Your Highness want me to explain?"

Feng Ling paused after hearing these words, and continued, "You've been in Prince Yu's mansion for over a month, and you've been so timid, crying, and trying to commit suicide all the time. Was it all fake?"

Qingyue lowered her eyes. Is this fake?

How could he be pretending? Qin Wan was already dead.

And she came back to life and took over Qin Wan's body.

Qing Yue pursed her lips and said nothing. This silence made Feng Ling's eyes cold and her heart sullen. "Qin Wan, speak."

He snorted coldly.

Then I heard the woman in front of me say in a low voice, "Yeah, it's all fake."

Qingyue's words have a double meaning.

Who is not pretending? In the situation she faces, who is real? Is it her, Qing Yunyao, or Chu Yan?

They're all fake.

Feng Ling seemed to have not expected the woman in front of him to admit it so readily and directly, which made him stunned for a moment. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said sarcastically, "It's me who underestimated you. I didn't see how scheming you were."

Facing Feng Ling's ridicule, Qing Yue remained calm and composed. She simply raised her eyes and looked at Feng Ling, "I thought Prince Yu was coming to have a serious talk with me about my illness."

Just this one sentence made Feng Ling's face suddenly darken.

His pupils shrank, and just as he moved his hand, he heard Qing Yue's voice faintly, "Prince Yu, I advise you not to act rashly again. You know, my life is not worth much, but you, Prince Yu, are different. Prince Yu, who was once so glorious, has fallen to the point of being poisoned, with his legs crippled, gloomy and unhappy all day long, and died quietly in his mansion. Are you willing to accept this?"

Feng Ling's body suddenly tensed up, and his evil eyes looked at Qing Yue gloomily and uncertainly.

I saw her leaning quietly on the couch, with a hazy yellow light coming in from the window and falling on her pale and pretty face.

She was terrifyingly quiet, with no expression on her face. Her eyes, which were always filled with fear, were now icy.

In a trance, Feng Ling thought the woman in front of him had become a different person.

No, she said that her previous appearance was fake.

She has been deceiving the world with her cowardly image.

"Why?"

Feng Ling suddenly spoke in a deep voice.

Qing Yue's eyelashes trembled. "What do you mean, Your Highness?"

"If you've been pretending all along, why did you suddenly stop?"

Feng Ling asked.

Qing Yue coughed twice, her eyes remaining blank as she spoke, "If you don't want to pretend, then don't. Since our wedding, the prince has never set foot in my house. No matter how hard I try, I can't even get a glance from him. After a brief encounter with death and a near-death experience, I've seen the truth. I don't plan to pretend anymore."

"Heh, I've been playing with hawks all day, and I even got my eye pecked by one. I never realized you were such a scheming person."

Feng Ling taunted.

Qing Yue didn't respond.

Feng Ling doesn't like Qin Wan, but she won't make herself unhappy.

There is nothing to say between me and Feng Ling.

"Qin Wan, what is your purpose?"

Feng Ling asked with narrowed eyes.

Qing Yue pursed her cracked lips lightly. Her purpose... her purpose was bigger. She wanted to use the power of Prince Yu to expose Chu Yan, reveal Qing Yunyao's true face, and make them unable to live or die.

But how could she speak of such a deep hatred?

After a long time without getting an answer, Feng Ling seemed impatient and started to click on the wheelchair faster and faster.

Just as he was about to explode in anger, he heard her say, "I know that the prince has someone in his heart, and marrying me is just the imperial order. But I have been lonely for half my life, without a mother since childhood, and was abandoned in the countryside by my father. Now I am taken back to be your princess. It is not what you want, nor is it what I want, but it is difficult to disobey the imperial order.

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