"Afeng~"

"I don't……"

After Si Chengfeng had vented enough and expressed all the words that were pent up in his heart, Hua Qingcheng hugged him tightly.

"Nothing happened between Si Lingyun and me..." Hua Qingcheng leaned her head on Si Chengfeng's shoulder and whispered in his ear.

Si Chengfeng's tears suddenly stopped when he heard this. Suddenly, his mind flashed back to what Mu Lige had said to him at Lingkun Court this morning: "True and false, false and true. What you see with your eyes is not necessarily the truth. You... have to feel it with your heart."

However, when he recalled the way Si Lingyun limped when she first received the emperor's favor, and the glaring red spots on the white brocade handkerchief, Si Chengfeng laughed at himself again. The facts were before him. What on earth was he still expecting from this unfaithful woman?

"How do you explain the bloodstains on the Yuan handkerchief, Your Highness?" Si Chengfeng wanted to push away Hua Qingcheng's embrace, but she hugged him even tighter.

"Afeng, if you don't believe me because of this, then I will tell you how Luohong came about..."

Hua Qingcheng did not treat Si Chengfeng with the dignity of a princess, but simply addressed him as "you and me". However, she first let go of Si Chengfeng, then pulled up her wide sleeves, revealing her arm wrapped in gauze.

"This is..." Si Chengfeng was slightly surprised when he saw this.

"Open!" Hua Qingcheng ordered in a slightly cold tone.

As Hua Qingcheng finished speaking, Si Chengfeng, with his hands trembling slightly, peeled back the gauze wrapped around Hua Qingcheng's forearm layer by layer. Soon, four wounds caused by the sharp blade appeared before Si Chengfeng.

"Alluring~"

Si Chengfeng was stunned.

"Afeng~"

"This is Si Lingyun's, this is Meng Haoling's, this is Chu Kangyi's, and this is Nangong Shilun's..."

Hua Qingcheng explained the origin of the wound to Si Chengfeng from head to toe. At this moment, the shock in Si Chengfeng's eyes could no longer be described in words.