They struggled to maintain the precarious dignity of the family, creating a small haven of peace for the Cheng family.
However, the complexity of human nature far exceeds imagination, like a deep and boundless ocean, concealing endless undercurrents and whirlpools.
While enjoying Ye Yunyao's help and love, Cheng Haoyu secretly felt an indescribable sense of inferiority.
Under Ye Yunyao's radiance, he felt increasingly insignificant, as if he could only forever cower in the shadow of her dazzling light.
Unable to stand up straight and find their true selves.
Over time, that once ardent love, like a beautiful flower corrupted by darkness, gradually withered and faded, quietly transforming into a twisted and profound hatred.
He began to meticulously brainwash Ye Yunyao, like an evil sorcerer using the magic of words.
He tried to convince her that she could not survive without him, in order to satisfy his morbid pride and strong desire for control.
His every word, seemingly gentle and caring, actually concealed hidden motives, like poisonous thorns hidden among flowers, piercing Ye Yunyao's heart without her realizing it.
"In fact, looking back, it is undeniable that Cheng Haoyu did have genuine feelings for Ye Yunyao back then."
Therefore, in his attitude towards Ye Yunyao, he always agonized on the edge of love and hate.
I was caught in a state of extreme contradiction and entanglement, as if I were in an endless purgatory.
As for why he didn't dare to directly drug Ye Yunyao, the reasons are quite complex and subtle.
On the one hand, the imperial physicians of the Imperial Medical Academy were all highly skilled in medicine. They were like keen hunters, with profound insight and accurate judgment on various diseases and medicines.
Cheng Haoyu knew that if he drugged Ye Yunyao, the imperial physicians would likely discover it if he wasn't careful. If that happened, he would be doomed.
Faced with utter disgrace, all his pretense and conspiracies will be exposed, and he will suffer the contempt and punishment of the world.
On the other hand, even though the hatred in his heart grew wildly like weeds, almost consuming his reason.
But in the deepest, most hidden corner of his heart, a trace of reluctance to let go of Ye Yunyao remained.
This slight reluctance, like a faint yet stubborn candlelight in the dark abyss, was insufficient to illuminate his already distorted inner world.
Yet, at the crucial moment, it was like an invisible shackle that prevented him from having the heart to directly harm Ye Yunyao, whom he once deeply loved.
This lingering trace of love struggled within the darkness and evil of his heart, forming a strange and painful balance.
So he turned his malicious thoughts to the several attendants around Ye Yunyao.
Over the years, he watched coldly as Ye Yunyao grew increasingly haggard and depressed because she had no children.
The twisted, dark side in his heart was nourished and swelled up, deriving a perverse sense of satisfaction from it.
Whenever he saw the pain and helplessness in Ye Yunyao's eyes, a twisted pleasure grew in his heart like a malignant tumor.
But in front of Ye Yunyao, he still pretended to be affectionate and often offered her comfort under false pretenses.
He solemnly declared that he did not care about having children at all, that he would always stay by her side, and that his love for her would last until death.
Every glance and every movement of his seemed meticulously rehearsed, making it difficult to detect any hypocrisy.
It was precisely because of this extremely hypocritical facade that, even though Ye Yunyao had a vice minister by her side, his position in Ye Yunyao's heart remained as solid as a rock and as stable as Mount Tai.
Ye Yunyao was deceived by his disguise and became deeply entangled in it, unable to extricate herself.
Even after he tragically fell off a cliff and died, Ye Yunyao still couldn't forget him, as if she were under a spell.
Alone, he guards that memory, which may have long since faded, and spends the rest of his life in solitude.
She was immersed in the beautiful illusions of the past, unwilling to face reality, letting the years etch lines on her face, but unable to erase her obsession with Cheng Haoyu.
After speaking, Feng Qingyun sighed softly, her sigh filled with regret and helplessness regarding this complex emotional entanglement.
It seemed to carry the weight of countless human joys and sorrows, echoing slowly in the air, lingering for a long time.
Qin Qianluo stood quietly in place, as if the surrounding noise had been shut out from her, her whole mind was immersed in the story told by Feng Qingyun.
As the words flowed out like a gentle stream, her expression grew increasingly solemn, like a painting whose colors gradually darkened.
Those eyes, which were originally bright and lively, like the shimmering waves under the warm spring sun, now seemed to be shrouded in layers of thick mist.
The confusion was like a rolling, surging fog, growing ever deeper and more elusive.
She subconsciously bit her lower lip slightly, turning her delicate lips a faint pink, like petals touched by frost, revealing a hint of unconscious tension and contemplation.
A thoughtful expression gradually appeared on her face, and her fine eyelashes trembled gently like butterfly wings, as if stirring up complex emotions within her.
After a moment, she tilted her head slightly. "In that case, Cheng Haoyu can actually be considered a pitiful person."
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