She will die!
These four words were like an ice pick, completely cutting open Feng Ling's already bleeding heart.
The word "death" made him lose all chances to apologize!
"She must not know about this, absolutely not."
Chu Yan gritted his teeth and spoke firmly.
He knew Yue'er too well. She could not bear the collapse of her faith and redemption again.
“Heh, heh heh…”
People will laugh out loud when they are in extreme pain. Feng Ling's slightly raised eyes were filled with broken tears.
I can’t speak, I can’t ask for forgiveness, so I can only lose, right?
"Isn't it hurtful to Yue'er that I took the initiative to distance myself from her and wrote a letter of divorce?"
Feng Ling asked with gritted teeth and blood in his eyes.
They were about to get married, in seven days, only seven days left… That was the grand wedding he had promised her, the promise he had made to her, everything was ready, announced to the world, everyone was watching.
At this time, if he breaks off the engagement and leaves her, what will Yue'er do?
Chu Yan pursed his lips, a hint of coldness in his eyes. He said, "Compared to the pain brought by the truth, the pain you've caused her by leaving her isn't enough to make Yue'er collapse into despair. She'll be sad and upset, but her faith won't collapse."
Feng Ling raised her eyes, reflecting the bloodshot in them as she looked at Chu Yan in front of her. "Yue'er and I have long been in love, so how could I leave so easily? She is an intelligent girl, so how could she not see the difference?"
"Isn't there Qin Ningyue?"
The next moment, Chu Yan said softly.
Feng Ling narrowed her eyes sharply, her pupils shrinking tightly as she burst into a rage. "You've planned this all along, haven't you? You let me use Qin Ningyue as an excuse to hurt her and leave her. When Yue'er was in pain and sadness, you showed up and protected her. Chu Yan, you're so despicable!"
Feng Ling said angrily.
Chu Yan did not deny that this was indeed his intention.
Seeing Feng Ling accusing him with eyes filled with cold anger, Chu Yan sneered, "Feng Ling, I didn't kill you. I have already exerted my utmost restraint. Otherwise, the moment I knew the truth, I would have already slain you with my sword. Even if it meant dying together with me, I would have taken your head as a memorial to the suffering that Yue'er and I have endured!"
"Shut up!"
All I heard was Feng Ling shouting loudly.
His phoenix eyes were icy cold, and hatred solidified into substance, covering a pair of bloodshot pupils. "Chu Yan, what good are you? That night four years ago, I was the one who let Yue'er down. I owe her a debt that I will never be able to repay. But who caused all this? If I am the culprit of all the tragedies, then what are you?
"Four years ago, I was poisoned by love and was hunted all the way. Who did it? Wasn't it you?"
Chu Yan suddenly raised his eyes.
"It has nothing to do with this king."
"Hahaha, you think I would believe you? The teahouse incident, the revenge for the broken leg, the pain of the poison, every single one of them, which one has nothing to do with you? I, Feng Ling, can pay the price for my mistakes and endure all the pain, but you, Chu Yan, don't even think about profiting from it. As for Yue'er, I, Feng Ling, don't deserve her, and neither do you, Chu Yan!"
Feng Ling looked at him fiercely.
The two men stared at each other coldly, the cruelty in their eyes spreading, and there was a sense of despair of dying together.
"Feng Ling, whether I can let Yue'er return to my side in the future is my business, but now, what you have to do is leave Yue'er!"
Finally, Chu Yan spoke.
The declaration of war was finally issued at this moment.
At this moment, no one was a winner, but Chu Yan's words almost broke Feng Ling's spine.
He couldn't refute it and had nothing to say.
It was like the executioner's knife, which had been hanging over his head four years ago, finally fell at this moment.
…
At this moment, a subordinate came hurriedly, "Your Majesty, Princess Yu has arrived at the mansion and is in the front hall."
As soon as the words fell, Chu Yan and Feng Ling were both stunned. No one said a word for a moment, and there was only the rustling of the cold wind.
It was already dark, enveloping the mansion.
Chu Yan was the first to raise his eyes and look at Feng Ling. This glance was an invisible confrontation. Feng Ling knew what Chu Yan wanted to say. He mechanically raised his foot and walked towards the front hall.
Chu Yan pursed his lips and followed closely.
"Princess Yu, please go in and have a cup of hot tea. The prince will be here soon."
The steward of Prince You's mansion stood respectfully aside and spoke carefully.
Qing Yue stood aside, her lips tightly pursed. She raised her hand to stop the housekeeper, "No need. This princess will wait here."
She was now anxious and confused. She didn't know what had happened to the two men, or what they were fighting about. How could she have the mind to drink tea?
She had been searching for the two men for a long time before she learned that they had come to Prince You's Mansion. She hurried over, frowning all the way, unable to understand why A Ling had come to Prince You's Mansion. The relationship between him and Chu Yan was already delicate, and unless there was something extremely important, they were not close enough to visit each other's houses.
Just as I was thinking this, I heard footsteps.
Two figures walked over, one in front and one behind.
Because it was a little dark, I couldn't see their faces clearly, but I could vaguely make out their tall outlines and knew it was the two of them.
Qing Yue hurriedly stepped forward and immediately noticed the wound on Feng Ling's face as he walked in front of her.
That handsome face now had half of its cheek bruised and purple, the corner of its mouth broken, and blood dried there. It was shocking and suffocating at first glance.
Qing Yue took a breath of cold air instantly.
"A Ling."
She shouted anxiously and hurried forward. Qing Ling's apricot eyes were full of heartache. As she got closer, she saw at a glance that his sleeve was cut by the sword, and there was a long wound on his arm. The blood dyed the sleeve red, which was shocking.
"A Ling, you're hurt!"
Qing Yue pursed her lips and spoke in a low voice.
Then his gaze flashed like a blade and looked directly at Chu Yan, who was three steps behind Feng Ling.
Qing Yue and Chu Yan looked at each other in the air. His noble and cold face was clean, without bruises or bloodstains. Chu Yan was not injured.
Qing Yue's brows gradually knitted together, a resentful emotion flashed across her eyes. She looked at Chu Yan and said with a hint of complaint, "Why do you want to hurt others?"
This question made Chu Yan purse his lips tightly, his heart aching, and Feng Ling's eyes red. His Yue'er loved him so much, but he was no longer qualified to have this love and affection.
No one spoke.
Chu Yan did not explain.
Even though there are countless pains and grievances, they can only be suppressed deeply in the deep and cold eyes.
Seeing Chu Yan remained silent, Qing Yue's brows knitted even tighter. She pursed her lips, exhaled lightly, and as if she had made up her mind, she said, "Your Highness, Feng Ling is my husband. He and I are one, and we share the same heart. I don't want to know why you attacked him, but... I don't want it to happen again. He's hurt, and I feel bad for him."
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