Feng Chenjiu noticed that the person in front of him was looking at him strangely, so he turned around and saw his lover standing there.
Thinking about what he had just said, Feng Chenjiu felt embarrassed. He scratched the back of his head and then said softly, "Ge'er, you... why are you here?"
"I originally wanted to go to the East Palace to find you, but when I heard you were here, I came over."
Jiang Wanyin didn't even glance at Feng Yimu, but went straight to Feng Chenjiu and extended her hand to him: "Your Highness, let's go home."
It seems that Feng Chenjiu has no intention of interrogating Feng Yimu, and there's no point in staying here any longer.
Feng Chenjiu looked at the outstretched hand and immediately grasped it, replying with a smile, "Okay!"
Feng Yimu opened his mouth, but the words "I'm sorry" stuck in their tightly clasped hands. "I'm sorry" seemed too weak.
Perhaps Feng Chenjiu is really very different from him; in his previous life, he had never looked at her with those eyes.
The moment Wan Ge appeared, Feng Yimu knew the gap between himself and Feng Chenjiu.
When Feng Chenjiu realized his lover had arrived, he could only see her. He seemed to have completely forgotten that she had just been proudly showing off to him.
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Their wedding was a very grand affair.
Wearing shackles, Feng Yimu watched the ceremony alongside ordinary people. He thought back to his own wedding in his previous life; although his father no longer ignored him, he was still the third prince without any powerful backing.
And he himself didn't genuinely want to marry her at the time; the difference was simply too great.
No one expected that during the ceremony, an unexpected incident would occur: "You wretch, why have you changed? Why are you different now? Die! Die! I should be the Empress."
The incident happened so suddenly that many guards didn't even have time to react, but Feng Yimu, who was standing relatively close to Wan Ge, immediately stood behind her.
Feng Chenjiu, who was waiting for Wan Ge to walk up to him, casually picked up the knife of a guard next to him and threw it directly at him, cutting off the assailant's arm.
Feng Chenjiu pulled Wan Ge into his arms and gently comforted her, "Are you alright? Were you scared?"
Wan Ge shook her head to indicate that she wasn't scared.
Feng Yimu breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this; thankfully, she was not injured.
When Wan Ge turned around, she saw Feng Yimu behind her and immediately frowned: "What are you doing here?"
Feng Yimu replied, "I just wanted to come and witness your happiness."
Wan Ge replied bluntly, "My happiness doesn't need your witness."
The maid who had been accompanying Wan Ge didn't know why her mistress suddenly disliked the Third Prince, but... "Miss, although this traitor is despicable, I really wanted to risk my life to protect you just now."
I really charged in recklessly just now.
Wan Ge patted the maid's hand, walked up to Feng Yimu, and whispered, "When you heard Alan explain for you, did you feel guilty? In your past life, she was tortured to death by you."
"Feng Yimu, even if that knife had hit you, I would still feel it was too easy for you to die."
The person who just examined it said that the dagger was coated with a deadly poison, and anyone stabbed by it would certainly die.
Wan Ge heard it too, but so what? He couldn't forgive himself for the stupid things he did in his past life, nor could he forgive the man in front of him.
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