The other side.
Bang.
The wine jar rolled to his feet again and broke into pieces.
Feng Ling's eyes were hazy with drunkenness, and everything in front of her was blurry.
This was the look on his face that Xie Jinghuan saw when he arrived. His handsome and gentle face was tinged with a hint of anger.
"Jinzhi, how long are you going to be depressed?"
He frowned and uttered a sigh.
Over the past month, every time he came, he was found drinking.
The originally cold and beautiful features were now dejected, leaving only dead silence.
The face was always pale, even with a pointed chin.
Hearing Xie Jinghuan's angry rebuke, Feng Ling raised his eyes. He was not drunk but still somewhat sober. He raised his glass and said, "Jinghuan, do you want to drink?"
“That’s enough!”
Xie Jinghuan had a good temper and rarely got angry, but when he saw Feng Ling holding up the wine glass in front of him, he was really angry but also heartbroken, and snatched the glass away from him.
"Jinzhi, if you can't let go, go find her. Drinking all day is meaningless. She can't see it."
Xie Jinghuan said.
Feng Ling, whose wine glass had been knocked over, sneered, "How can I find her? She's forgotten me, how can I look for her? Jing Huan, you know the truth best. I owe her, I hurt her, how can I have the face to look for her? The Qing family is wary of me, Chu Yan is also trying to stop me, I can't even see her from a distance... Ha..."
The corners of Feng Ling's eyes turned red. He directly picked up the wine jar and took a gulp of the wine, choking and coughing uncomfortably.
The courtyard at the foot of the Nanjiao Temple Mountain was tightly guarded by Chu Yan's men. He had been there many times this month, but could only see it from afar. He had never seen the moon.
He couldn't force his way in, nor did he dare to force his way in.
The tearful pleading and alienation of the Qing family members still lingered in front of him. They begged him not to appear in front of Yue'er, for fear that it would stimulate her and remind her of everything on her wedding day.
So, how could he dare to force his way in?
He wanted to atone for his sins and make amends, but he didn't even have the chance to appear in front of Yue'er.
"Jing Huan, I've lived such a miserable life before. Both my legs were broken and I was poisoned. Back then, I felt worse than death, but I didn't feel this much pain. But now, here... every day feels like it's being cut by knives and pricked by needles. It hurts so much that it's hard to even breathe."
Feng Ling pointed at the heart.
"I'm most afraid of the night now. I can't help but wonder what they're doing, whether they're hugging each other, or... doing something more intimate..."
As he said this, he covered his eyes.
"I don't want to drink either, but only when I'm drunk can I see her. She calls me A-Ling, she holds my arm and shakes me, she says she loves me... She says she loves me, that she wants to go with me to watch the Mobei horse races, to the border town, to feel the rustling wind at Yumen Pass... She said she would be with me forever..."
Xie Jinghuan's eyes also turned red.
Throughout this journey, he understood best how difficult it was for the two of them.
But by some strange coincidence, who could have imagined that this would be the outcome?
"If I had never had it, and had always stood in darkness, never embraced the sunshine, and never seen the light, then I would have survived. But how should I survive now?"
Feng Ling smiled dejectedly.
He raised the jar of wine in his hand, poured it into his mouth, and then splashed it on his face. He didn't know if there were tears.
The word "love" is the most hurtful.
Like a sharp blade or a pair of scissors, you can't see the wound, but it makes you feel excruciating pain.
"But, Jinzhi, have you ever thought about it? There's no point in running away. You're drunk every day, and that's already made the Emperor and the Imperial Concubine extremely worried. Now they think you're like this because Princess Yu is unconscious, but one day they'll know the truth, and then you and Prince You will be like water and fire. The Qing family and Prince Yu are caught in the middle, and they're in a dilemma. Rumors and the Emperor's anger will spread, but can the Qing family withstand it?"
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Xie Jinghuan said word by word.
He had wanted to say these words for a long time, but had never found a good opportunity.
A few days ago, Jinzhi locked himself in the room and refused to see anyone. He was turned away several times.
He was able to say this because he was drunk again these days.
"Princess Yu's memory is just confused, not permanently lost. There will always be a day when she will remember. By then... the outcome between you and Prince You is still uncertain. Are you just drowning your sorrows in alcohol and admitting defeat?"
Xie Jinghuan said.
Feng Ling leaned back in the chair, his whole body like a statue, as if he had listened carefully, yet also as if he had not listened carefully.
"Jinzhi, are you willing to accept this? Even though you were the one who hurt Princess Yu in the teahouse incident four years ago, wasn't Chu Yan the culprit? If it weren't for that person who poisoned her, how could what happened later have happened? If you think about it, aren't you innocent?"
Xie Jinghuan sneered.
"Chu Yan said that the incident at the teahouse four years ago had nothing to do with him or the Xiao family."
Feng Ling spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Do you believe him?"
Xie Jinghuan sneered, "He doesn't admit it, just to make peace with himself. Jinzhi, if you're wrong, make amends. Don't be depressed. Even if you were abandoned, you should listen to Princess Yu herself instead of helping Chu Yan."
After the words fell, Feng Ling did not move for a long time.
In early November, the weather became increasingly cold and you had to wear a cloak when going out.
One day, news came from the palace that the King of Chu wanted Chu Yan to come to the palace for an audience.
Standing in the yard, Chu Yan's face was extremely tense. He really didn't want to leave Yue'er at all.
His men were keeping an eye on Feng Ling. It was said that he had not left the house for many days, but Chu Yan still did not dare to let his guard down.
Yue'er was sleeping in the house. She would sleep for a while at this time every day. After so many days, her belly had become much bigger. Chu Yan walked into the house, looked at Qingyue, explained everything in detail, and then rode away.
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