"What happened before was my fault. I swear that from now on, no matter what happens, I will never push you away."
After much struggle, Leng Ye finally had a profound realization.
In the past, he always thought that every decision he made was for her benefit.
Only now did he realize that he had completely underestimated his importance in her heart.
In fact, there was no question of who loved more or less between them.
As she said, if they really couldn't withstand the tribulation of the gods, then they should go to the Yellow Springs together. There was no need to push her away so decisively, turning their deep love into a separation of life and death.
"Cold Night, there's something you need to figure out."
Xuanfeng's narrow, almond-shaped eyes were slightly upturned, her cheeks were smiling, and her every move exuded a captivating charm that made people dream of her.
"What is it?"
"Since you signed the divorce papers, you have completely lost the initiative. To put it bluntly, whether you push me away again is not important; what is important is whether I am willing to accept you again."
As she spoke, Xuan Fengqian removed the exquisite purple jade hairpin from her hair bun, letting her cascading black hair fall down to her chest.
Leng Ye's throat bobbed slightly as he eagerly sought to see her flawless body. He had intended to gather her dark hair behind her back, but he was intimidated by her sharp eyes. He feigned a move and then silently withdrew his hands, which were bound by the ribbon.
"A-Qian..."
"You can't even handle this?"
"Um."
"You have to put up with it, even if you can't stand it. Who told you to make me angry all the time?"
"I swear, I will never make you angry again."
Leng Ye chuckled to himself; he had almost forgotten that Xuan Fengqian had regained her memories. Now, she was sometimes dazzlingly beautiful, and sometimes aloof as frost, making her truly unfathomable to him.
"You've made quite a few oaths, haven't you?"
Xuanfeng picked up his robe and threw it over his head, her voice calm yet authoritative, "Get out, and don't set foot in my house for a month."
The cold night had already stirred his desires, so he was reluctant to leave in such a dejected manner.
He stared intently at Xuan Fengqian, who was driving him almost to madness, then suddenly broke free from the ribbon's restraints and pulled her into his arms.
Xuanfeng Qian Shen was afraid of accidentally touching his wound, so she subconsciously leaned back and said, "Men and women should not touch each other. You'd better stay away from me."
Leng Ye ignored her, gently brushing aside her cascading black hair, his eyes growing even deeper. "You should have known long ago that I can't resist your teasing, yet you still tempt me like this, are you trying to drive me crazy?"
"Since you've already signed the divorce papers, don't even think about touching me again."
"How about you lay your hands on me instead?"
Before Leng Ye could finish speaking, he suddenly pressed her down onto the bed.
It's strange, really.
Just moments before, he was unable to free himself from the silk ribbon on his wrist due to his severe injuries.
But now, he felt he could "fight" for another night.
"Not very good."
Xuan Fengqian still harbored resentment and naturally wouldn't let him succeed so easily.
After a moment's hesitation, seeing that Leng Ye had no intention of leaving on his own, she suddenly twisted his hands behind his back and said, "Get out. Bingbing doesn't want to see you."
Leng Ye hadn't expected her to be so strong. After several attempts, he still couldn't break free, and two red blushes suddenly appeared on his face.
Xuan Fengqian recalled the injured look on Di Jun's face when he accidentally dislocated his shoulder during an arm wrestling match with her. Fearing that Leng Ye might also be traumatized by this, she released his hand and said slowly, "If you're going to admit your mistake, you should do it properly. How can you rush back to bed after only a few words?"
Leng Ye was unwilling to believe that Xuan Fengqian, who was powerless, was actually more powerful than him, and he became even more unconvinced.
His intense competitive spirit made him temporarily forget the desires weighing on his mind; at this moment, only one thought remained in his mind.
That is to beat her.
And then, with overwhelming power, exhaust her until she cries.
Xuan Feng glanced at Leng Ye's cold and solemn expression and immediately guessed his thoughts.
He acted this way when he "clashed" with Bai Di before.
"Is winning or losing really that important?"
Xuan Fengqian was puzzled by this.
"nature."
As Leng Ye spoke, he pressed Xuan Fengqian down onto the couch again, threatening and cajoling, "Do you admit defeat or not? If you don't, be careful you won't be able to get out of bed for half a month."
"recognize."
Xuanfeng nodded like a chick pecking at rice, her eyes overflowing with doting affection.
Although she couldn't understand where his competitive spirit came from, she was still willing to tolerate his childish behavior.
Seeing Xuan Fengqian's gaze as if she were looking at a fool, Leng Ye felt even more resentful. "A Qian, am I still the man you love the most?"
"For now."
"In that case, there should be a proper way to admit defeat. You should be more sincere in your admission."
"..."
Xuan Fengqian was speechless, originally intending to let him have his way one more time.
Unfortunately, our strength doesn't allow it.
With a single gesture, she knocked him to the ground.
"I...I didn't mean to."
Seeing Leng Ye fall flat on his backside and a look of grievance suddenly appear on his face, Xuan Fengqian felt a headache coming on.
Left with no other choice, she had to coax him gently, "Actually, it's good to be a little gentle. You were too wild before, and every time you did it, you terrified me."
"I'm just injured. In a while, I'll show you my true power."
As Leng Ye spoke, after Xuan Feng fell asleep, he secretly locked himself in a secret room and began lifting weights almost frantically, fully immersing himself in practicing his martial arts.
In fact, his actions weren't necessarily motivated by a desire to win against her.
He simply wanted to give her a sense of security and let her know that he was capable of protecting her no matter what.
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The next day, at the crack of dawn.
Xuan Fengqian yawned lazily, rubbing his eyes as he looked at the quilt on the floor.
"Where did you go again?"
She had long been used to touching Leng Ye's handsome face as soon as she opened her eyes, but seeing that he was not in the room, her good mood suddenly plummeted.
"Has the Princess woken up?" Just then, Zhi Mo's voice suddenly came from outside the house.
"It's windy outside, come inside quickly."
Xuanfeng strode forward to open the door, only to see Zhimo dressed in a tattered raincoat, looking particularly disheveled.
The baby in Zhimo's arms had a face that was red from the cold wind.
Xuan Fengqian frowned and hurriedly ushered her into the house, "What's wrong? Were you bullied?"
"No."
Zhimo shook her head, and her eyes reddened without her realizing it.
Before this, she had never imagined that she would receive such long-lost care from Xuan Fengqian.
Seeing that she still looked timid, Xuanfeng Qian took the baby from her arms without hesitation, and then conjured up a steaming hot water bottle, which he quietly placed into her arms.
"You've just given birth, and your body is still weak. You absolutely mustn't get cold."
"Princess, I am guilty."
Seeing Xuan Fengqian's kindness, Zhi Mo felt even more guilty.
She suddenly knelt down, tears falling like pearls from a broken string.
"Stand up and speak."
Seeing that Zhi Mo was crying so hard she could barely breathe, Xuan Feng quickly reached out and helped her up.
"It's all my fault. If it weren't for me, things wouldn't have gotten so tense between you and the Demon Lord."
"Don't overthink things. The most important thing right now is to get better."
Xuan Fengqian held the infant in her arms, a gentle smile suddenly appearing on her face.
It must be said that this child is truly exceptionally handsome, with eyes as clear as a stream and skin as white as snow; he is truly adorable.
Zhi Mo held the hot water bottle nervously, hesitated for a while, and finally mustered up the courage to meet Xuan Feng's clear gaze. "Princess, there is something I must tell you truthfully."
"What is it?"
"Back then, it wasn't the Demon Lord who took liberties with me." Zhi Mo's voice trembled violently, and tears welled up in her eyes again as she thought of the pain she had endured.
Do you know who that person is?
Xuan Fengqian gripped Zhi Mo's hand tightly. She could deeply feel Zhi Mo's pain at this moment, and her eyes were full of pity.
Zhimo shook his head and said in a muffled voice, "I don't know. That person must have been wearing a fake mask, I really couldn't recognize his true face. But what I can be sure of is that the person's true form should also be a black dragon."
"If the memories are too painful, then don't dwell on them."
"Princess, are you really not angry that I've been lingering with the Demon Lord for so long?"
"You're a victim too, aren't you?"
In fact, Xuan Fengqian had never doubted Leng Ye from the very beginning.
She believed whatever he said.
The reason why Zhimo had a big fight with Leng Ye after giving birth to Long'er was just a momentary outburst of temper.
Once you calm down, your rationality will naturally return.
"The princess has the heart of a bodhisattva, and I, a mere child, am ashamed to admit my inferiority."
"Go back and change into some clean clothes, and don't let the child get cold. No matter what, the child is innocent."
Xuan Fengqian carefully handed the baby in her arms to Zhimo. For some reason, she always felt that this handsome child had a sinister aura about him.
After looking at it for a while, I felt a chill run down my spine.
"Thank you for your understanding, Princess."
While thanking Xuanfeng gently, Zhimo slowly reached out and took the child who had started crying again.
Upon learning that the person who had taken liberties with her was not Leng Ye, Zhi Mo's first thought was to die.
However, she had to tell Xuan Fengqian the truth in person before she died.
Now that she has said everything she needed to say, she can face death without any worries.
Xuan Fengqian keenly noticed the determination in Zhi Mo's eyes and called out to her as she was about to leave the room, "Zhi Mo, your life has just begun. No matter what, don't do anything foolish. Women are inherently weak, but mothers are strong."
Before taking her own life, Zhi Mo originally planned to leave a final note, truthfully revealing who the child's biological father was.
But after hearing what Xuan Fengqian said, she immediately changed her mind.
Although she wanted to tear the fallen demon to pieces at this moment, she couldn't bring herself to hate the child she had carried for ten months.
Xuanfengqian is right; the child is always innocent.
Even if he was a descendant of a demon, she could not cruelly kill him in his infancy.
"I understand, Princess, please take care."
A faint smile appeared on Zhi Mo's pale face. Before Xuan Fengqian could speak, he turned and left Qingfeng Palace without looking back.
She casually tossed aside the deadly poison she had prepared beforehand, and resolutely left the Nine Netherworld with the infant still in swaddling clothes.
Several hours later, the demoness from Ziyou Palace rushed into Qingfeng Palace in a panic, panting, "Something terrible has happened!"
Qingwu, who was sweeping in front of the courtyard, saw the letter in the Demoness's hand and her heart skipped a beat. She was afraid that Zhimo might have tricked her in the letter, so she hurriedly stepped forward and said with a bright smile, "The Demon Lord is currently in seclusion and cultivating, and the Demon Queen is also accompanying him in the training room. Just tell me what you need."
"When I was cleaning Madam Zhimo's room as usual, I accidentally found this farewell letter under her pillow and came here immediately."
"This is a matter of great importance, so please do not spread it around. Give me the letter first, and I will go and deliver it to the Demon Lord."
"Thank you for your help, Miss Qingwu."
The demoness hesitated for a moment, originally intending to hand the letter to Leng Ye herself.
But then I thought, it's better to avoid trouble.
Although Qingwu was just a cleaning maid, she was still someone close to Xuan Fengqian, and she really couldn't afford to offend her.
"Um."
After seeing the Demoness off at Qingfeng Palace, Qingwu hurriedly opened the envelope.
As expected.
In the letter, Zhi Mo did say a lot of bad things about her and told Xuan Fengqian to be careful of her.
At the end of the letter, it was written that the child's biological father was very likely a demon.
"Qingwu, what are you doing?"
Seeing Qingwu sneaking around behind the artificial hill, Qi Yuan strode forward and gently patted her shoulder.
"Ah! No...it's nothing."
Qingwu hadn't expected Qiyuan to be watching her so closely, and subconsciously crumpled the letter into a ball and stuffed it into her mouth.
"Why are you eating paper?" Qi Yuan's suspicions deepened, and for a moment she even considered pressing her head down and prying the crumpled paper out of her mouth.
To completely dispel Qi Yuan's doubts, Qing Wu swallowed the crumpled paper with difficulty while making up a story, "I... I just couldn't stand the loneliness and hid behind the artificial hill to flip through those disgusting novels, I never thought you would find out."
"What kind of obscene storybook is this? What is it about?"
"Generally speaking... they're all risqué jokes about love and sex. If you're interested, I'd like to tell you about them."
Upon hearing this, Qi Yuan's face quietly flushed.
She repeatedly declined, saying, "No need. I have absolutely no interest in matters of love and romance."
Qingwu glanced at Qiyuan's flushed cheeks, cursed her inwardly as "idiot," and swept past her without looking at her.
Sitting atop the eaves, Xuanfeng Qian looked with interest at the haughty Qingwu and said in a calm voice, "It's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature."
"Since you know she has ulterior motives, why do you still keep her by your side?"
Leng Ye had long been fed up with Qing Wu's flirtatious glances at him. If Xuan Fengqian hadn't stopped him, he would have already snapped Qing Wu's neck.
“Xuan Qianning is born proud and can’t stand being subservient. Rather than killing her with one blow, it’s better to keep her by your side and slowly torture her.” Xuan Fengqian’s voice grew colder and colder, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.
Although she is not a vengeful person, she is not someone who can be easily bullied.
She was determined to make up for what Xuan Qianning owed her, bit by bit.
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