Feng Xizi raised her eyebrows. Although she was still sick, the cunning look in her eyebrows could not be hidden.
"Forgiving him is something God does. My task is to go from him to see God."
"..." Qiyu was stunned for a moment. Does "Shangdi" mean the same thing as Huangtianhoutu, heaven and earth?
Feng Xizi looked at Qiyu's demonic beauty and doubts flashed across her face. She knew that this young man really took this line seriously, so she smiled softly and said, "Qiuyu, I'm just saying it."
, you don’t have to be so serious...ahem——"
He smiled and started coughing.
"Miss, please take care of yourself." Qiyu's gleaming eyes fell on Feng Xizi's pink cheeks that were rosy due to coughing. She had the impression that she had been seriously ill several times because of Mo Zhilan two years ago.
In the past two years of living in seclusion, Feng Xizi has been in good health despite being silent and lonely. She has never been so seriously ill due to exposure to rain.
"I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me, Qiyu. I'm not afraid of getting sick. I've even died before, so what do I have to be afraid of?"
Feng Xizi's smile trickled. She was not an arrogant woman with overwhelming aura, but an indifferent character who was reserved and unfazed by favors. She was like a gardenia, indifferent and elegant, but also cunning and outstanding.
The reason why she inherited the Feng family was not entirely because her abilities were higher than those of her four brothers, but because she could become a Feng Xizi who supported merchants all over the world in the shortest possible time.
"Qiu Yu, you have been following me for two years. In the past two years, I have kept my promise. I have no questions or doubts about you, and I completely believe in you. Sometimes I don't say it, but it doesn't mean that I don't know. I
I won’t say it because there is no need to talk about things that are clear to both of us.” Qing Rui smiled faintly, and a sick look between his eyebrows gradually faded away.
"I have never doubted the intelligence of the young lady." What he loves is such a woman who seems to have nothing to do with the world, but is actually rich in the world. Her identity, origin, purpose... Even if she doesn't ask, she must have a vague idea in her heart.
answer.
"You asked me if I forgive Mo Zhilan. I can tell you that although I hate him with my mouth and heart, I have no reason to blame him. Since I don't blame him, there is no point in forgiving him."
"Miss, do you know why His Majesty didn't save you two years ago?"
"I've already guessed..." Feng Xizi raised her head and leaned on the soft pillow, her hand under the silk quilt gently covering her lower abdomen, where a child connected by her blood had been conceived.
Qiu Yu raised her eyes, her green pupils glowing coldly, "What is it?"
"It's a conspiracy, a conspiracy that no one could have imagined." She said calmly, word by word: "Back then, Empress Duan Shen Zimo imprisoned me in the harem dungeon for murdering Mo Nanhen, but in fact, I didn't do anything
That matter. Mo Zhilan is in great power, and he is only a short distance away from ascending to the throne. How could I possibly harm Mo Nanhen, who is already dying?"
"I don't believe that the young lady would do this." The queen's throne has never attracted Feng Xizi.
"I thought about it for a long time in the dungeon, who wanted to harm me and put me to death, and why was I so sure that I would take the bowl of medicine from Lu Ming... Later I understood that there was nothing in that bowl of medicine.
Not poisonous—"
Slowly, a sneer escaped Feng Xi's purple lips and continued: "The medicine I brought in was fed to Mo Nanhen by Queen Duan. The poison was hidden in the cracks of Queen Duan's nails. She borrowed it
Taking the opportunity to give me medicine, I poured the poison into the medicine bowl, and then I was convicted and detained."