"I see." At this time, An Tingyu was not suspicious of Jing Aotian's words, because she had also heard from Grandpa An that she looked very similar to Fu Yinchun. Since Jing Aotian had met Fu Yinchun, it was not surprising that he could recognize her. However, it was not until a long time later that she realized that what Jing Aotian said today had a meaning. Of course, this is a later story.
After chatting for a while, An Tingyu left. However, just as she left, a figure walked out from the darkness.
"I thought you two were really in love, but it seems that's not the case!" Feng Beijian snorted coldly and said indifferently to Jing Aotian.
Jing Aotian's sharp eyes narrowed slightly, and a charming curve appeared on his red lips. "I heard that Concubine Feng has given you a home and seems to be summoning you back to marry Princess Wuxuan. The Queen Mother has already agreed to this. Is it really okay for you to relax here?"
"Hmph, I will handle this matter myself, but today I know one thing. Yu'er doesn't love you at all. If she did, how could she not say those three words? So today I understand that she condoned your behavior only because you blocked an arrow for her. She wanted to repay you, but she didn't love you."
Jing Aotian had a handsome face with sharp edges and deep contours, and was alluring and charming. However, within this extremely handsome face, his sharp eyes flashed with a cold light, and a faint smile played on his lips, but it was like the shimmering light on an icy lake in the twelfth lunar month, without any warmth. "Even if it's a favor, it's still love. But you, on the other hand, are like a dog-skin plaster that won't go away no matter how hard you try."
"you……"
"I advise you to go back and marry Princess Wuxuan! You're so attached to Tingyu, she only wants to hate you."
"Hmph, even if she hates me, that's her business and has nothing to do with you. Besides, hasn't Prince Jing heard this saying? A good girl is afraid of a man who pesters her. As long as I treat her sincerely, I believe that one day she will be moved by me. You just wait to be abandoned by Yu'er!" After saying that, Feng Beijian left proudly.
Jing Aotian looked at the figure walking away, pursed his lips tightly, his face expressionless, no emotion visible on his indifferent face, but in his heart, he was shaken, just because An Tingyu had never said that she loved him. He had even thought about this possibility a long time ago, but he ignored it. However, when Feng Beijian said it nakedly today, his heart seemed to be torn in two.
After leaving Jing Aotian's sight, An Tingyu did not go back immediately, but walked around the street and bought some small things before going back. When she walked into Lanqing Pavilion, Mo Youcan was already sitting there.
"Have you had your meal?" This was Mo Youcan's first question.
An Tingyu sat opposite him, looking at him for a while, then she curled her lips and chuckled, "I thought you would ask me where I've been!"
"If you leave this king behind, will you tell me where you've been?"
"Oh..." An Tingyu let out a long "oh" with an expression of sudden enlightenment, but what she said was a bit infuriating. "So it turned out that the person I got rid of today was your man? I thought some bastard was going to assassinate me! It made me nervous all day, afraid that someone would suddenly rush out from the side and fight me to the death."
It turned out that the people who followed her today were sent by Mo Youcan. It seemed that it was right not to take action. If they really took action, their relationship, which had just eased a little, would probably be broken. However, before she got the information she wanted, it was best to maintain the status quo.
"Are you scolding me?" Don't think he can't hear it.
"How could that be? I'm just stating the facts. If it were you, facing the same problem, I believe you would also be worried that some bastard would suddenly rush out and kill you, right?" An Tingyu blinked her eyes and spoke in a serious tone.
"..." Mo Youcan's mouth twitched fiercely, and a dark line appeared on his forehead. "Can you please stop calling me a bastard? Do you think Wang Ben is a dead man or an idiot?"
It's okay to scold him once, but if he does it again, it will be extremely intentional.
An Tingyu laughed, "If you don't like bastards, then you're stupid! Anyway, there's an egg."
"..." Mo Youcan stroked his forehead with one hand, feeling so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood. He was either a bastard or an idiot. Did he really like being called an idiot?
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