Ling Fei stood by the door, watching Ling Yun's retreating back disappearing around the corner of the alley. When he turned back and entered the house, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Seeing Ling Wu supporting her cheek with one hand and holding a cup with the other hand, looking a little dazed, the slight smile on the corner of Ling Fei's mouth gradually disappeared, and she walked to sit opposite Ling Wu and said, "She has promised to bring Ouyang Xi
I brought it here, why do you have to worry?"
Ling Wu picked up the tea that she had not yet drunk and put it on the table. She sighed softly and said, "I don't know what happened to Ouyang Xi."
Ling Fei frowned slightly and hesitated before saying: "Don't worry, Ling Wu, I believe Ouyang Xi will not change his mind."
Before she finished speaking, the corners of Ling Wu's mouth curled up, but the smile did not reach her eyes: "I'm not worried about this at all. For a man who is willing to save me with his life, if I doubt that he will
If you change your mind, you are a real fool."
At this point, she paused for a moment and sighed softly: "But it's this that makes me even more worried."
Ling Fei also fell silent for a moment. Ling Wu was right. What Ouyang Xi did for Ling Wu, it was impossible for him to change his mind in just three months.
But not only did he not look for Ling Wu after hearing the rumors she deliberately created, but he had already seen Ling Wu the night before and didn't come out to recognize her. There must be a reason for his abnormality that they didn't know.
Ling Wu sat in silence for a while, then suddenly pushed the cup in front of her desk forward and smiled calmly: "The situation has changed."
Lingfei was startled and turned his ears to listen outside.
Faintly, sorrow and joy could be heard in the lively streets, and the news of the emperor's death, which had been suppressed for two days, was finally announced to the world.
Ling Fei frowned: "These two days may be the bloodiest two days in the palace."
"If we wait until tomorrow, there may be more killings."
Ling Wu curled her lips slightly, her expression was indifferent. To her, it didn't matter if the whole world was full of blood, as long as the people in her heart were fine: "Tomorrow morning, the new emperor will ascend the throne."