Zhao Yuan became more and more panicked in his heart. He didn't dare to answer or face it, but he must answer and face it.
He turned around, grabbed Leng Changxi's arm excitedly, and explained with a panic look on his face: "Xiao Bao'er, listen to my explanation, this..."
"Is it true?" Leng Changxi didn't listen to his words, just interrupted and asked coldly.
Zhao Yuan's expression became more and more painful, and the hand holding her arm was trembling slightly. His thin lips opened and closed, and he nodded slowly after a while.
Seeing him nodding, Leng Changxi's heart completely collapsed and she fell into the abyss of darkness. At this moment, she felt like the clown who jumped off the beam and made all kinds of calculations, but in the end, others saw her joke, and she
He was stabbed by the one he loved all his life.
A hollow smile appeared on her originally beautiful face. She was so desperate and determined, and the smile penetrated deep into her bones, making her feel like a cold wind.
Zhao Yuan had never seen her look like this before, as if she would lose it in the next moment. His heart seemed to collapse. He was panicked. He hugged Leng Changxi into his arms without hesitation, and said with a
Pleading: "Little Bao'er, don't do this, please, Little Bao'er..."
Leng Changxi remained motionless, letting him hold her, but the smile on her lips did not diminish by half. She lightly opened her red lips: "So you didn't say it, not because you didn't ask for marriage, but because the person you wanted to marry was not me, and you didn't know what to do.
Explain, right?”
"Xiao Bao'er, you heard my explanation, I..." Zhao Yuan pushed her away and held her shoulders tightly with both hands, but he couldn't shake her empty smile.
"So it was you who gave me the medicine. You had already thought about the outcome, right?" The words of each other's vows were still in her ears, but they had gone with the wind. At this moment, Leng Changxi couldn't tell the difference between Zhao and Zhao after so many years.
Yuan, when is it true and when is it false? She remembered the scene when she saw Zhao Yuan and Guo Wanrou at the corner of the palace. It turned out that everything had been planned a long time ago, and those who were kept in the dark
There is only one of her.
Every word Leng Changxi said seemed so hollow, Zhao Yuan did not dare to let go, as if if he let go, he would lose her forever.
"Xiao Bao'er, don't be like this. After I get married, I will definitely give you a status. I will only pamper you in this life..." Zhao Yuan said in a panic, not caring about Guo Wanrou who was still beside him.
He made a love promise to Leng Changxi.
Hearing this, a trace of jealousy flashed across Guo Wanrou's eyes. She lowered her head, hid her hands in her sleeves, and clenched them tightly into fists.
"You must be tired after pretending for so many years!" Leng Changxi's tone was gentle and calm, but in Zhao Yuan's ears it was like a sharp knife cutting straight into his heart.
"Little Bao'er..." Zhao Yuan was so panicked that she didn't know what to say.
Leng Changxi raised her hand and opened his fingers one by one. Zhao Yuan's hands were empty and fell back to his side dejectedly.
With that hollow smile, she glanced at him and said softly: "It turns out that all of this is fake. From now on, you don't have to work so hard."
Then, he turned around and walked out of the mourning hall slowly.
Zhao Yuan looked at the despairing figure with a hint of sadness fading away. He slowly moved forward two steps, raised his hand hollowly, and a hot teardrop slipped from his face. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
He closed his eyes, stood calmly, and a word gently escaped from his thin lips: "Get out!".
All the servants were pushed out one by one. Feeling his sorrow deeply, Uncle Li and Butler Zhao were helpless. They could only sigh, look at Guo Wanrou with a complaining look, and turned to leave. Guo Wanrou was afraid of forcing Zhao Yuan.
, so he didn’t say anything and walked out.
The candlelight danced in the empty mourning hall, and the paleness that struck his eyes seemed to be a kind of ridicule. It seemed to be mocking his powerlessness, his ambition, everything about him, and it was more like a reflection of the color of life he had lost.
Mourning.
"Ah -" Zhao Yuan screamed feebly, his whole body went limp, and he beat the ground like crazy. There was dense pain in his heart, but there was nowhere to vent this pain.
Until his fists were bleeding like rivers, Zhao Yuan gave up and sat blankly in the mourning hall, looking at King Xi's coffin with a sad face, and whispered in pain: "Father, why do you do this to me...".
Leng Changxi walked numbly in the lane of the palace, her heart was unusually quiet and empty, and her mind was completely blank. She just dragged her legs mechanically and walked forward heavily.
"Leng Changxi!" A triumphant shout from behind made her pause, but she did not turn around.
With a proud smile on her lips, Guo Wanrou walked up to her. When she saw her stunning face, a trace of unwillingness and jealousy flashed in her eyes, but it was immediately covered up by a look of complacency.
"Hey, why don't you say anything? Haven't you always been arrogant? Why are you mute?" Guo Wanrou raised her lips with a look of disdain in her eyes. She had already said that Leng Changxi would not be arrogant for long. Look at her now
This one looked like a drowned dog, and she felt happy in her heart.
Leng Changxi glanced at her coldly, but walked forward without saying a word.
Seeing that the provocation was ignored by her, Guo Wanrou became increasingly unhappy. What she had always wanted to see was Leng Changxi crying over her, not this condescending and disdainful attitude.
Guo Wanrou gritted her teeth, stepped forward and grabbed Leng Changxi's arm, and sneered bitterly: "Aren't you always very good at speaking, but how about your sharp tongue? Huh! You still want to fight with me! I told you before that you are just a human being.
A young lady from a worldly family who can't stand the stage
, how can it be compared with our Guo family? I told you not to argue with me, but you don’t believe me, what do you think? In the end, Young Master Yuan asked the Holy Lord to marry him and proposed marriage for me! After two days, the prince announced his funeral, and Young Master Yuan
I will return to Lin'an. We are planning to get married within a hundred days."
Guo Wanrou's words did not waver Leng Changxi in the slightest. She still had a cold expression on her face, as if the matter had nothing to do with her, but people who really knew her felt pain in their hearts, and Lingfeng was like this.
Lingfeng was used to getting up early. When he woke up early today, he stood at Leng Changxi's door and felt her steady breathing. However, all he felt today was the silence of the room, and there was a hint of worry in his heart.
So he looked for it, only to hear what Guo Wanrou said.
With shock and anger boiling in his heart, Lingfeng didn't care about his superiority. He stepped forward and pulled Guo Wanrou's hand away, making her take a few steps back to protect Leng Changxi.
Guo Wanrou staggered two steps and was about to get angry. When she saw Leng Changxi's attendant, she couldn't help but snorted: "What a servant who wholeheartedly protects his master, but no matter how sincere, your young lady can't change the fate of being abandoned!"