Ji Fengyao thought he was referring to his leaving without saying goodbye, so she shook her head in his arms and said softly, "It's not Your Highness's fault. I misunderstood and didn't consider Your Highness's feelings. I encouraged my mother to do something that would make Your Highness sad."
Your Highness, you have misunderstood Mother. If I hadn't persuaded her, she wouldn't have had such a thought.
Shang Xiye was somewhat angry when the topic of their matchmaking between him and Wanqikafu came up.
But thinking of his wife's current situation and her original intentions, Shang Xiye couldn't stay angry at all. He said in a muffled voice, "I... understand. I will apologize to my mother next time I go to Jialuo Kingdom."
"Okay," Ji Fengyao answered obediently, nestled greedily in Shang Xiye's arms, not wanting to move at all.
My master's embrace felt warmer than ever before.
If I could, I would love to stay in my master's arms forever.
Shang Xiye was in great turmoil, silently holding his little wife for a long time.
The soup in the pot had boiled dry, and finally the fire in the stove went out, plunging the sky outside the window into complete darkness.
Shang Xiye gently stroked his wife's soft hair on her forehead and asked, "Wife, how long can you control the poison?"
"The extreme fire is suppressing it, so I can't use the extreme fire at will to refine pills as freely as before." Ji Fengyao's heart ached, and she couldn't bear to say what her remaining time was.
"Tell me, I need to know clearly how much time I have left to work hard," Shang Xiye paused, her voice slightly nasal and choked with emotion, "or, how much time I have left to cherish."
Meanwhile, Ji Fengming left the inn in a daze.
Black Owl followed closely behind him, saying nothing, simply accompanying him as he blindly wandered out of the city.
Ji Fengming recalled every moment he had spent with his younger sister since childhood.
He also recalled the moments he spent with Ji Fengyao in Kyoto over the past year.
Although the two younger sisters have different souls, they feel the same way when they get along.
So much so that neither he, his father, his mother, nor his two younger brothers realized that their Yao'er had been replaced by a different soul.
The real younger sister is extremely mischievous and domineering, and sometimes her willfulness is a headache;
But this one was thoughtful in everything she did, and treated him, his father, his mother, and his two younger brothers as if they were her own.
And everyone who had been with her, except for her enemies, disliked her.
Ji Fengming actually liked this younger sister very much too.
The thought that she was using her own sister's body was a hurdle she couldn't easily overcome.
They stopped by a stream in the mountains outside the city.
Ji Fengming found a clean boulder to sit on, listening to the babbling brook and watching the pale moonlight dance on the trickling stream, creating tiny specks of light, like scattered stars falling from the Milky Way.
Black Owl also stopped and silently sat down beside him, about an arm's length away.
Seeing that Ji Fengming still looked bewildered, Hei Xiao knew that, given his temperament, he was unlikely to understand most of the things Ji Fengming was thinking.
He pursed his lips, his soft voice accompanied by the gentle sound of flowing water, like a soothing melody: "Fengming, do you really want to become estranged from Xiaoyao because of this?"
"I don't know, I don't dislike her," Ji Fengming shook his head, a hint of struggle on his handsome face: "But my sister..."
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