Song Wuxia disguised himself, transforming himself into an old man named Yisu, instead of a young man named Yisu who had Song Wuxia's face.
Baili Mo was also different from the previous Baili Mo. The Baili Mo of this world was no longer arrogant and domineering, but gentle and polite, and his shrewdness was also deeper. He knew that Song Wuxia's existence would affect his status, so he began to pretend to be mute to cover himself up. He also understood more about the importance of the Prime Minister's support to him, so he treated Feng Guang gently. Moreover, after Feng Guang saw him with Yi Ren, he chose to give the flower to Feng Guang.
Feng Guang accepted it.
Song Wuxia had considered killing his past self from ten years ago and taking his place to be with Feng Guang, but soon, the irresistible butterfly effect forced him to abandon the idea. He couldn't tolerate any mistakes; the only thing he wanted to ensure was that Feng Guang would live.
First and foremost, he had to ensure that Feng Guang wouldn't fall for Baili Mo.
So he imprisoned Baili Mo in a water dungeon beneath the Cold Palace, where he donned a mask and became the elegant Crown Prince.
Yi Ren quickly realized that he was not the real Baili Mo. A person's face can change, but his pulse cannot. But what could she do even if she found out?
Song Wuxia took Yiren to the water dungeon, where they met Baili Mo, who was barely clinging to life. Yiren easily gave in. In order for Baili Mo to live, she had no choice but to obey Song Wuxia's orders and keep everything as usual so as not to arouse suspicion in the Eastern Palace.
This especially made Feng Guang suspicious.
As Song Wuxia watched Feng Guang and his younger self, who was ten years younger, go from being at odds to being inseparable, he suppressed the urge to kill that version of himself and continued to play the role of Baili Mo.
But occasionally, it can be quite interesting to steal the limelight from your younger self and make that younger version of yourself suffer.
So, on that night, the young Song Wuxia made his move and made Feng Guang his own.
At that time, he thought that the first time he had physical intimacy with Feng Guang was in his Cuizhu Pavilion. It was when Feng Guang was brought to Cuizhu Pavilion for the second time after being bitten by a tiger. He couldn't resist and took her there.
They were a full month later than this impatient young man.
The day to go to the hunting grounds was fast approaching, and he had no choice but to confront his other self. When he tore off the mask and saw a face exactly like his own, the slightly younger Song Wuxia was clearly stunned for a moment before quickly accepting the premise of his other self. He understood himself, so he knew that this so-called self from ten years in the future was not fake. However, after hearing what would happen in the future, he was no longer so calm.
The two Song Wuxias came to Xuanhu together. Without needing to say more, when he saw that there were two Song Wuxias, he knew what had happened. In front of the common people, he could not refuse their request and told them all of Baili Min's plans.
Feng Guang survived, and he survived along with Song Wuxia.
And he is another Song Wuxia, the one who possessed... the glorious Song Wuxia who is now dead.
There is only one remaining scenic spot, but Song Wuxia has two.
He thought he could kill that man.
But as if another version of himself knew what he was thinking, after leaving the paddock, he took the glory and flew away.
But he forgot about the existence of Tiger Bites.
In fact, no matter how they tried to avoid it, it was useless, because their logic was the same, and neither of them could escape the other's grasp. When they arrived in Jiangnan, Song Wuxia followed Hu Yao and came to a courtyard.
He heard laughter and cheerful voices inside, so he knocked on the door too.
A pleasant female voice came from the other side of the door, "Who is it?"
He moved his lips, but before he could utter a single syllable, everything went black before his eyes. When he opened them again, all he could see was the ceiling of the bed.
He sensed movement beside him. The woman, who was tightly hugging his waist, poked her head out from under the covers, her eyes still half-closed. She lazily asked, "What time is it?"
He did not answer.
She blinked curiously, then leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Are you still half asleep too?"
"Yes..." He finally responded, turning to embrace her tightly, as if he wanted to merge her into his very bones and never be separated again.
She felt uncomfortable in his embrace. "Did you have a nightmare?"
"I dreamt... I dreamt that you died."
She laughed out loud, "I'm right here beside you, aren't I?"
"Yes, you're right beside me..." He rolled over and pinned her beneath him, showering her with delicate kisses on her brow, lips, neck, and then her soft, white chest...
He's so enthusiastic so early in the morning; it seems he really had a nightmare.
She lay flat and let him do whatever he wanted, thinking to herself that it was really hard to find a wife as understanding as her.
She will never know what a desperate and lonely period he went through to return to her side.
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