The dumbfounded soldiers knelt on the ground and shouted in unison: "See the princess, the princess is a thousand years old!"
They had never seen Her Royal Highness, who was said to be almost unknown to anyone, but they knew in their hearts that only the woman in front of them in the world could bear the title of Mo Qingyue.
She is the legendary princess!
Mo Qingyue completely ignored the person kneeling on the ground, grabbed Xiao Lixi and rushed in.
"Qingyue, you can't do this again." Xiao Lixi felt sorry for those behind her. If it hadn't been for him today, those people would have been seriously injured.
Xiao Lixi was wrong.
If it weren't for him, Mo Qingyue would have rushed into the Prince's Mansion long ago, coming and going without a trace.
Mo Qingyue didn't bother to explain to him. She arrested people along the way and asked coldly where Feng Yichen's bedroom was. Before almost frightening those delicate maids to death, she finally saw the courtyard where Feng Yichen lived.
Yinfeng Pavilion.
Feng Yichen was sitting on a small stool, selecting medicinal materials in the courtyard, when he felt the coldness from all the way away. He raised his eyes and saw, as expected, Mo Qingyue had already stepped into the courtyard gate.
"Qingyue!" He was shocked and overjoyed. Qingyue had never been here for so many years.
The surprise did not last long as he saw Xiao Lixi behind Qingyue.
The corners of his lips twitched, and a smile settled on his face, "Why are you here?"
"Give me the antidote." Mo Qingyue directly stretched out her hand, not wasting time talking nonsense to him.
"You came to me just for the antidote?" Feng Yichen felt uncomfortable, but what made him angry was the intertwined palms of the two people.
"Tumi is your poison." Mo Qingyue insisted: "Give me the antidote."
Feng Yichen lowered his head to look at the medicinal materials in his hand, clenched his fist tightly, stood up from the stool, and said bluntly: "It can't be done."
"I will kill you." Mo Qingyue drew out his soft sword and pointed it directly at Feng Yichen.
Feng Yichen calculated that from Qingyue's birth to now, he had been threatened to kill him countless times. Only this time, he truly felt despair.
Despair... That despair was not that Mo Qingyue was intimidating herself for another man, but that Mo Qingyue had really found such a man - a man who could ignore even the weakest family affection for him, and this man was not
Own.
How many years had it passed? How many years had Qingyue been aloof and indifferent? Feng Yichen did not dare to trample on the white snow on the top of the mountain. He could only watch helplessly as another man picked up the white snow.
"Qingyue." Feng Yichen ignored the blue sword blade, "Are you even willing to take your cousin's life for him?"
"Yes." Mo Qingyue replied firmly.
"Do you know his identity? Do you know his origins?"
"I know, I understand."
"Even so, do you still want to save him?"
"That's right."
"...Qingyue, do you know that for so many years, I have always-" The medicinal materials in his hand had been crushed into powder, but he could not say the next words.
Always.
I have always liked you.
But I'm not as good as you in every way, and I'm not sure that you will like me the same way, so I won't say it, I don't dare to say it, I'm afraid you will look down on me even more.
One year.
Two years.
...Over the years, I have watched you grow up little by little, watching you grow at a speed that I can never catch up with, and I will never have a chance to express my love.
His fingers loosened in vain, and the burnt brown powder flew up in the wind. The spicy touch made his eyes sting, and he almost shed tears - this medicine is called Duhuo.