Su Ruanyun waved a pink fan and strolled around to stand in front of Mu Feiyu, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor throughout.
She was confident that Mu Feiyu would be shocked when he learned of Yu Qianqian's true identity, and that he would never let go of this imposter who had repeatedly crossed his bottom line, even if it meant his death.
If she wanted to, after hearing about Yu Qianqian's situation, Mu Feiyu's face turned as black as charcoal, and even his eyes became somewhat vacant. A strange and dangerous aura lingered around him, growing heavier and heavier.
He looked at Su Ruan with a surprised expression, then his heart skipped a beat, and he blurted out in shock, "You mean... Feng Jin is Yu Changxiao's daughter?"
His sharp gaze was fixed on Su Ruan as she took two steps forward, his expression unusually intense.
“Of course it’s absolutely true.” Su Ruan carefully observed the changes in Mu Feiyu’s expression, guiding him step by step to make a decision according to her own wishes, while she herself remained expressionless and chuckled lightly: “If you have any doubts, you can go to the Prime Minister’s residence to find out the truth yourself.”
She paused for a moment, then added in a measured tone, "By the way, Uncle, do you remember when the Jing Prince's mansion was raided last time? I also brought Yu Qianqian's personal maid with me. If you need a witness in the future..."
Before she could finish speaking, Mu Feiyu burst into wild laughter, which startled the birds on the branches and caused the branches and leaves of the nearby grove of flowers and trees to tremble.
"This is indeed good news for me, but I wonder what benefit the princess hopes to gain by telling me this earth-shattering secret?"
Her jade-like fingers clenched tightly, the bones cracking in her palms. Su Ruan's face suddenly turned ashen, and her bloodshot eyes released a bloodthirsty killing intent. She gritted her teeth and said, "I only want Yu Qianqian's life!"
Ten years ago, because of Yu Qianqian's existence, her true feelings were betrayed and she was deceived by Mu Beichen until now. Only the death of Yu Qianqian can relieve the hatred in her heart.
Meanwhile, the Prince Jing's mansion was eerily quiet, with not a soul in sight for miles around its deep courtyard.
Yu Qianqian rested her chin on her hands, sat quietly by the window, gazing at the sunrise rising from the horizon, as white clouds floated up layer by layer. Unconsciously, she closed her eyes.
In her dream, she saw everyone around her gradually moving away, and the most familiar figures became increasingly blurry, as if she were completely separated from everyone else into two completely different worlds.
After struggling in her dream for a long time, she suddenly looked up, jumped off her seat with a start, and blurted out in a subconscious cry, "Lingzhi..."
Hearing her scream, two maids burst into the room one after the other.
"Your Highness... were you having a nightmare?"
"Is Your Highness alright? This servant will fetch the physician to take a look!"
Upon seeing these two unfamiliar faces, Yu Qianqian immediately snapped out of her daze and realized that she had grown accustomed to Lingzhi's company, which was why she had been calling out her name intentionally or unintentionally lately.
"It's alright, I'm feeling much better now." She took a deep breath and casually asked the maid, "What time is it now?"
"Your Highness, it is now Chen Shi (7-9 AM), just in time for breakfast..."
Before she could finish speaking, Yu Qianqian's laughter rang out: "We can't waste such a beautiful day. I'm going out for a walk by myself, and none of you are allowed to follow me." After saying that, she disappeared from their sight as quickly as she left.
Leaving the Prince Jing's residence, she headed straight for the market. Along the way, seeing the couples, she recalled the warm moments she shared with Mu Beichen, and a smile gradually spread across her face.
After walking a short distance, she saw a signboard with the words "Fabric Shop" hanging high in front of her, and suddenly thought of preparing some small clothes and shoes for her child.
However, just then, before she could even move an inch, a large crowd suddenly gathered in the middle of the street. At that moment, everyone present surrounded a woman lying on the ground, chattering amongst themselves: "Oh dear! Whose daughter is this? Why is she lying here all alone?"
"This girl looks badly injured; I wonder if she'll survive..."
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