Chapter 136 Confrontation
"Where do you want to go?" Fu Yi put his hand away and took a step forward.
Cheng Nianying was pushed back.
She called out, "Prince."
Fu Yi stared at her without saying a word.
Cheng Nianying also maintained the posture of looking up at him, quietly looking at him, trying to figure out what to do next from the changes in his expression.
But they were both so calm that the cold and silent atmosphere made the guard at the door shiver again.
The guard was a little confused.
This door...is he closing it or not?
Finally, Fu Yi spoke again, the same question as before: "Where do you want to go?"
These words seemed to be asking Cheng Nianying at this moment, and also seemed to be asking Cheng Nianying in the Prince's Mansion in the past.
Cheng Nianying's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her black and white pupils looked innocent: "I heard the prince's footsteps and just wanted to come over to open the door."
"Oh, so you can't wait to see me?"
Cheng Nianying felt strange, but still responded with "Yeah".
He recognized her and had just lost his temper in front of Mr. Cen Sanye, so why did he restrain himself now? Why didn't he blame her?
She couldn't see through him, and it was not convenient for her to just give up.
Cheng Nianying was still secretly worried.
Fu Yi had already reached out and hooked her chin: "Do you know why Cen San sent you to my room?"
Cheng Nianying has seen a lot of romantic affairs, how could he not know?
She said, "Serve the prince."
Fu Yi stared at her calm face, slammed the door shut, and said in a colder tone, "Did Cen San call you over like this?"
He just wanted to know this?
Cheng Nianying blinked again, then said, "No."
"When did you arrive at the Cen Mansion?"
Cheng Nianying paused and couldn't help but look up at him again.
If that's all I asked, it would be too mild.
"I arrived half a month ago." Cheng Nianying answered hesitantly.
"Why did you come to the Cen Mansion?"
“…”
"Can't answer?" Fu Yi pinched her cheek. ...And she'd gained some weight. Fu Yi's teeth itched.
Cheng Nianying thought for a moment and chose to tell half truth and half lie.
She said, "I was sent here."
"Who sent you here?" Fu Yi's fingertips began to itch.
"An official from the county government office."
"Why are you involved with them?"
"I just arrived here and rented a room. I'd only lived there for a day when my neighbor stole my belongings..."
Fu Yi interrupted: "What did you steal?"
"The stolen items are gold and silver."
Fu Yi loosened his hand, and his expression became better: "Oh, good steal."
Cheng Nianying gritted her teeth in anger and glared at Fu Yi without thinking.
Fu Yi's glare made her feel even better.
At least he isn't that fearless anymore.
But then she thought,... is gold and silver more important than the Prince's Mansion? He was standing right in front of her, alive, and this didn't make her feel uncomfortable?
Fu Yi said coldly, "Where did you get the gold and silver? Didn't you get it from someone else?"
Cheng Nianying gritted her teeth: "What I get is mine!"
"What I get is mine." Fu Yi asked her, "Then are you mine?"
Cheng Nianying remained silent.
Fu Yi then asked, "What happened next?"
Cheng Nianying then spoke to him again: "Later, I argued with him, but was arrested by the officers. I was imprisoned for some time, and finally sent here."
Fu Yi wanted to laugh.
When he still didn't know where she came from?
With her abilities, how could she be manipulated by others?
"Do you want to use this as an excuse to get back the lost items?" Fu Yi asked again.
Cheng Nianying's eyes flickered, and she didn't want to talk to him anymore.
Since he guessed it clearly, why is he still pretending?
"Why do you have to work so hard?" Fu Yi said in a calm tone, "If you want to find your lost things, ask me for help, and you will save trouble."
Cheng Nianying pondered secretly and said, "Please, Prince."
Then she stared with a pair of innocent and clear eyes, waiting for Fu Yi to make a promise.
Fu Yi: “…”
Fu Yi: "Is this so simple that you can bet?"
"Then according to the prince's opinion..."
"Didn't you take off your cloak in front of Cen San today very neatly?"
There was a floor heating in the house. Cheng Nianying had taken off her cloak as soon as she was led in. How could she take it off now?
She also understood what Fu Yi meant... just take off something else to make up for it.
But she no longer needs to pretend to be a princess.
Cheng Nianying whispered, "Then I won't bother you, Prince. I'll go find it myself."
Fu Yi choked in his throat, grabbed her wrist, and took out the hairpin from her palm.
Ask: "Do you like this?"
Cheng Nianying: “…Hmm.” This hairpin is useful.
Fu Yi's unhappiness was eased a little.
He grabbed Cheng Nianying and walked towards the bed: "Even if you don't want to beg me, you can't get away today."
"I heard from the servants in the mansion that the prince is the fiancé of Miss Yao from the second house." Cheng Nianying said hurriedly.
Fu Yi paused.
And now you're blaming him?
"Why don't you listen to what you should listen to, and what's the point of listening to what you shouldn't listen to?" Fu Yi said coldly.
Cheng Nianying refused to move forward. She asked, "Doesn't the prince have a princess?"
"Dead." Fu Yi said concisely and in a cold tone.
Cheng Nianying's eyes widened instantly.
Fu Yi clenched his teeth and unconsciously exerted more force with his fingertips.
Does she still want to kill him for Qin Yurong?
"How did he die?"
"What do you think?"
These words are only a finger's distance away from breaking that layer of window paper.
Cheng Nianying immediately dropped even her last bit of politeness. She stared at him intently and asked, "How did he die? Please tell me, Prince."
I told you to kill me.
When the words came to his lips, Fu Yi swallowed them.
"She killed herself, didn't she?"
Cheng Nianying was lost in thought.
But Fu Yi still held her tightly and didn't let go.
It was like a silent confrontation.
Let's see who can't help it first.
After a moment, Cheng Nianying came back to his senses and asked, "Was it the Prince who killed him?"
Fu Yi really wanted to tell her that I was the one who killed him.
Let’s see if she will take action for Qin Yurong.
"Was it the prince who killed him?" Cheng Nianying asked again stubbornly.
…She hopes I wasn’t the one who killed her?
Fu Yi's heart, which had been burning with anger today, softened inexplicably at this moment.
He laughed: "Why would I kill my own wife? She died of illness."
"oh."
"I'm dead, and my wife can't even control who I marry, so why should you?"
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