Feng Ling looked at Qing Yue, his eyes filled with earnest anticipation.
He was a very handsome man, but he looked visibly haggard, with a bluish tint under his eyelids. One could tell at a glance that he hadn't had a good rest for many days.
Qing Yue pursed her lips and didn't say anything, but her heart was getting more and more uncomfortable. If she didn't know these things, she would leave without hesitation. Having decided to give up, she would not linger any longer, otherwise it would only make her sad.
But Concubine Feng's words really touched her deepest heart.
He gave up the throne for her, gave up fighting for her, and asked for the fiefdom of Beiming, just to let her live freely, away from disputes and pain.
He really knows everything.
Qing Yue pursed her lips tightly, but finally couldn't hold back a sob, tears streaming down her eyes, "Feng Ling, you love me so much, you're willing to give up everything for me, but you don't believe me, you hurt me so much."
She accused, but her voice was choked with sobs.
When he could no longer maintain his icy expression, the accusations that overflowed became the grievances that he had previously suppressed.
She had previously suppressed her grievances and sadness.
"I'm sorry, Yue'er, I'm sorry... It's my fault, it's all my fault."
Feng Ling was also suffocating with pain in his heart. Seeing Qing Yue crying, he finally couldn't help but hugged her in his arms.
"Yue'er, give me a chance to stay by your side and make it up to you. Let me take care of you and accompany you anywhere, okay?"
Ever since that night when he hurt Yue'er, he had never been so close to her.
Neither he nor Chu Yan will ever tell the truth of four years ago. This matter will be forgotten and sealed in the long river of history.
He handed over the throne as long as Yue'er, Chu Yanyan agreed, as long as he agreed, he would take Yue'er away, to any place, in this life, he would do his best and give her everything he had.
"I've already made the decision to divorce you. I've already said I'm done with you. I told you not to come to me. I told you to stay away from you. Yet you let me know what you did behind my back. Feng Ling, how could you do this? What gives you the right to do this?"
Qing Yue finally couldn't hold back her emotions anymore and choked up.
Tears kept falling, and Qing Ling's eyes were full of grievance and sadness, which made Feng Ling feel very uncomfortable.
He used his hands to wipe Qingyue's tears, but was afraid that the thin calluses between his fingertips would hurt her delicate skin. He lowered his head and kissed her with his lips, as if coaxing a child, "It's all my fault, I was wrong, I let Yue'er down..."
His voice was hoarse, and his face was as clear and pure as the melting snow in March, but also full of sorrow, as if Qing Yue's tears had broken his heart.
"Don't touch me."
Qingyue whimpered and dodged.
She was also angry at herself for not being strong enough. She had clearly made up her mind these past few days and had said that she had cut off all ties with the couple. However, after being coaxed by Feng Ling and shocked by what Concubine Feng said, she still couldn't hold back.
"I won't touch you. Don't cry, Yue'er. It will make A Ling feel bad if you cry."
Feng Ling scolded her. He could see that Yue'er was feeling uneasy. The little girl was soft-hearted after all. No matter how distant and indifferent she had been before, she was shaken by her mother's words.
He always knew that she had a good heart.
"Yue'er, A Ling has a gift for you. I've been working on this thing these days. Please don't be sad, okay?"
Feng Ling coaxed softly, then took out a small object from her body and handed it to Qing Yue.
Qing Yue's eyes were blurred with tears, and she could only see a small wooden statue in front of her. The statue had delicate features and looked lifelike. He held a sword in his hand, and his eyes were full of excitement. That was the look of her youth.
In an instant, Qing Yue felt extremely distressed and sad.
I couldn't utter a word.
"Yue'er, I went to learn carving from a craftsman. This is my first sculpture. Maybe it's not that good, but I just want to carve you, your previous appearance, and your current appearance. This is the finished sculpture, and there's a semi-finished one that I haven't finished yet... Don't despise me, I'll..."
Click.
Tears suddenly fell and hit the wooden statue directly.
Feng Ling originally wanted to take out the gift to appease the person, but unexpectedly, it made Qing Yue cry even more, and she immediately became even more panicked.
"Don't cry, don't cry. Yue'er, if you don't like it, I'll put it away, okay?"
Feng Ling was a little flustered and wanted to put the little wooden statue away, but Qing Yue held it tightly and did not let go.
It was also at this time that Qing Yue saw the knife wounds on his hands, large and small, crisscrossing each other.
Just one glance and Qing Yue couldn't help but soften her heart.
Feng Ling, how could he be like this?
She could imagine him sitting on a chair during those countless dark nights, carefully carving a small wooden figure with a carving knife, over and over again. The moonlight and candlelight stretched his shadow long, and the only sound in the whole room was his shallow breathing. Occasionally, the carving knife would accidentally cut his hand, and he would hiss, but he never stopped what he was doing.
She could also imagine that he was kneeling on the ground in the Golden Palace, and his father was sitting on the high throne. As for the supreme throne of the Great Zhou, who could tell that the Emperor Chu wanted to pass it on to Feng Ling, his beloved son, whom he had doted on so much that he did not give up on him even when he had a broken leg and was poisoned. Now everything was healed, and it was basically a foregone conclusion.
But Feng Ling knelt on the ground and loudly begged for the fiefdom of Beiming. He clearly expressed his determination not to want the throne. Because he understood what she was thinking, he gave up everything.
Rights, identity, and status are all gone at this moment.
I feel so angry and painful.
Qing Yue couldn't help it finally, she lifted Feng Ling's hand and bit the back of his hand hard.
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