Zhao Yuan was shocked by Leng Changxi's words. He felt that he was really about to lose Leng Changxi. The feeling of pain that was so painful that it was difficult to breathe came over his heart.
"Little Bao'er......"
His voice was hoarse with unconcealable pain.
"Let's go!" Leng Changxi's broken heart was dripping with blood.
The pain is excruciating.
I wanted to cry, but found that there were no tears.
As a result, all the pain could only be held in her chest, making it almost difficult for her to breathe.
"Little Bao'er..." Zhao Yuan's whole body trembled: "You, do you hate me?"
"You are the adopted son of the Tian family. After the royal family, you are supposed to have three wives and four concubines. But I was too extravagant." Leng Changxi shook her head and said plainly, like a sharp ax, cutting into Zhao Yuan's heart.
After he injured her completely, she also pushed him into the abyss.
"Xiao Bao'er, can you..." Zhao Yuan still wants to fight for something, so humble, but also so feeble.
Leng Changxi slowly closed her eyes, with a faint smile on her lips: "Zhao Yuan, maybe it was a mistake for us to meet each other. I once loved you, so wholeheartedly, but I don't know how much you brought love to me while you loved me.
Plan. If that's the case, it's better to forget about each other from now on, and you and I will never see each other again! That way we can make things happen for you and her."
The sound of "Never See You Again" shook Zhao Yuan's heart. He trembled and took a deep breath to overcome the lingering pain.
Keeping her, keeping her at all costs, was the only thing on his mind right now.
"It's very late, little Bao'er. You have something to eat and have a good rest. Let's talk about other things tomorrow, okay?" Zhao Yuan didn't dare to respond to her words. He just wanted to delay it for a while, maybe she would pass.
His anger will feel better. After all, he is a childhood sweetheart and he doesn't believe that she can really break off this relationship so easily.
Leng Changxi lowered her eyebrows and didn't say a word. When she heard Zhao Yuan turn and leave, a trace of sadness fell in her eyes. How could there be a tomorrow for her and him?
The clear brilliance of the moonlit night shone on the palace, covering it with a layer of desolation and loneliness. The autumn wind blew slowly by, scattering pieces of golden color.
Leng Changxi opened the door, with a look of sadness on her face. She raised her eyes to look at the moon, feeling helpless that things were different. This place looked familiar, but she felt strangely strange.
When these things came out of Guo Wanrou's mouth, she had thought not to let go. It was hers and she would take it back even if she died. But when she heard Zhao Yuan's rebuttal with her own ears, she understood that many things are not about persistence.
OK.
Maybe it's time to leave.
Leng Changxi dragged her cold figure and slowly left the courtyard.
Lingfeng, who had been worried about her, had secretly followed her when she left the house. Seeing that she was showing signs of leaving the house, he couldn't help but frown. Just when he was thinking about whether to step forward and stop her, Lingshan quietly
She came to his side silently and whispered: "This is Miss's luggage. You can take it to the Chen Family Jiaozi Shop and notify Mr. Chen by the way."
Hearing this, Lingfeng raised his head and glanced at Lingshan in surprise, but Lingshan didn't explain much.
Lingfeng didn't ask any more questions, took the luggage, turned around and disappeared into the night.
Leng Changxi looked cold, and there was no emotion on her peerless face. She walked quietly outside the mansion. Her independent temperament made the servants in the mansion dare not look directly at her.
"Open the door." Leng Changxi walked to the door and said coldly.
"Miss Leng, this..." The concierge was obviously a little embarrassed. Those rumors had already spread throughout the palace. He glanced at Leng Changxi sympathetically, not knowing what to do for a moment.
"Open the door." Leng Changxi's voice was a little colder again.
"Miss..." The concierge was in a dilemma. According to the rules of the house, no one could leave the house at such a late hour unless there was a decree from the prince. But this Miss Leng was not an ordinary person. He really didn't know what to do.
At this moment, Lingshan walked out of the darkness, came to the concierge, and said politely: "Concierge, please open the door. Our lady went out to relax and will be back in a while."
As she said this, she stuffed a piece of broken silver into the porter's hand. The porter immediately beamed with joy, thinking that Leng Changxi was not allowed to go out anyway, so he quickly opened the door.
Leng Changxi crossed the threshold resolutely and disappeared into the night without looking back.
After leaving the house, Leng Changxi suddenly felt a desolate feeling that there was no place in the world.
It was night in Xiuzhou City, and there were only a few people around. She walked numbly along the street to the outside of the city.
Lingshan followed her leisurely, looking at her ethereal aura, feeling distressed and wanting to step forward to comfort her, but didn't know what to say.
Leng Changxi's quietness made people feel scared, giving people a sense of fear that would disappear in the next moment. Lingshan became more and more anxious in her heart, and finally couldn't help but call her: "Miss..."
Leng Changxi paused, did not look back, and then walked forward step by step.
"Miss, where are you going?" Lingshan asked worriedly.
Where to go? Leng Changxi was also stunned. Where could she go? Even she had no idea in her own mind.
She shook her head gently and finally said: "I want to go for a walk outside the city alone. You can find an inn to stay first. We will leave early tomorrow morning."
Lingshan knew her stubborn temper, and although he didn't want to leave, he had to leave. In the end, because he couldn't feel relieved, he quietly hid behind her and followed her secretly.
Slowly arriving at an open space on a hillside outside the city, Leng Changxi leaned against a large tree whose leaves had long been swept away by the autumn wind. She slid down softly and sat on the ground.
There is a waning moon in the sky, covered by clouds.
The clear light shines on the treetops, making it even more lonely.
Until this moment, some scenes from the past slowly flowed through Leng Changxi's blank mind, including the tenderness and childhood sweetheart between her and Zhao Yuan over the years.
But those things are no match for the allure of power.
My heart feels like death at this moment.
A self-deprecating smile flashed across her lips, laughing at herself for being too naive and thinking that she could overcome the darkest desires of people with those meager emotions. She was overestimating her abilities.
The moon was cold, and the clear light shrouded her body, outlining the decisive sadness.
When Chen Shaoxuan received the news and rushed to the outskirts in panic, what he saw was this scene.
This indifferent figure that seemed to disappear at any time caught his breath. Looking at her melancholy back, Chen Shaoxuan's heart ached for her.
He took a deep breath slowly, approached quietly, looked at Leng Changxi's miserable expression, and swore secretly in his heart: Zhao Yuan, you let him go with your own hands, then I will never give in to you again, Xiao Bao'er, I
He is bound to win, and he will definitely pamper her for the rest of his life.