Xue Bingling felt a seed of madness sprouting in the depths of her heart:
If she later discovers that the woman in his heart is not as perfect as she imagined, or is in any way unworthy of him;
At that time, she would definitely snatch him away without hesitation!
Shang Xiye looked up and met Xue Bingling's complicated gaze, but pretended not to see it and casually looked away.
He was once the only Prince Su of the Great Zhao Dynasty, holding a large army and a high position of power. He had seen all kinds of women who wanted to get close to him, and Xue Bingling's gaze was one of the more innocent ones.
But so what? She's just one of those ordinary women.
How could she compare to his young wife?
In his past life, she was someone he raised single-handedly; in this life, she is the most special person he has ever met.
The thought of the little bandit girl made Shang Xiye's heart burn.
He raised his hand and touched the brocade pouch containing a lock of the little bandit's hair beneath his collar, and murmured softly in his heart, "My little wife, where are you now? Are you alright? Do you miss me as much as I do?"
Maple Moon Continent.
Ji Fengyao suddenly opened her eyes from her meditation, and as if sensing something, she raised her hand to touch the brocade pouch under her collar, feeling a slight pang of sadness.
I got up and walked into the courtyard, and looked up to see a full moon as white as frost.
"Your Highness, are you thinking of me?" The little bandit's pretty face was full of longing and tenderness.
With a light step, Ji Fengyao leaped onto the roof, holding the brocade pouch containing Shang Xiye's hair in her hands, staring blankly at the starry sky.
He looked into her eyes, which, like the starry sky, were dazzling and captivating, making it impossible for her to look away.
Faint footsteps and the sound of wind approached from the side, and a dark gold robe appeared beside Ji Fengyao's skirt.
You know it without even looking.
No one but the Qian family, with their peculiar tastes, would wear such nouveau riche-colored clothes.
"Why didn't you go back?" Ji Fengyao silently put the brocade pouch back into her collar and gently patted it with her small hand.
It was as if the brocade pouch contained not a strand of Shang Xiye's hair, but Shang Xiye herself.
"What is it that makes you so uneasy, Miss?" Qian Youying asked in a clear and pleasant voice as he sat down three feet away from Ji Fengyao.
Ji Fengyao then turned her head to look at him and saw that he was deliberately keeping a gentlemanly distance from her, which pleased her greatly.
“I don’t mean to pry into your privacy, Miss. I just know that it’s not a good feeling to have a secret that you can’t tell anyone. If you trust me, Miss, you might as well tell me. I really want to be friends with you,” Qian Youying said, turning his head seriously to look at Ji Fengyao. “I can swear to the heavens that no matter what you tell me, Miss, I will not reveal a single word.”
“You’ve already sworn an oath to the Heavenly Dao by following me,” Ji Fengyao couldn’t help but chuckle. “If friends have to swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao even when chatting, what kind of friends are they?”
Qian Youying raised an eyebrow slightly. Still in his half-demon form, he was handsome and pleasing to the eye.
"It's not really a secret," Ji Fengyao said frankly. "It's just that I was separated from my family and loved ones due to an accident, and when I'm alone and quiet, I miss them especially."
"Miss...do you have a Daoist partner?" Qian Youying asked, somewhat surprised yet feeling that it was expected.
"Yes, I've got it." Ji Fengyao clasped her hands together and placed them on her knees, gently resting her pointed chin on them.
"As expected," Qian Youying carefully concealed the fleeting romantic thought that had just arisen in her heart, and said, "Miss is an outstanding person, he must also be an exceptional individual."
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