It started in the morning, continued until evening, and then after nightfall.
Fengliye was outside all day today.
With that proud and erect figure, people who didn't know anything about it couldn't tell there was anything wrong with him.
But she knew that his body was already riddled with holes.
For the sake of Fengxuan Kingdom, and for the sake of all the people and soldiers, he was planning to burn out the last spark of his life, right?
At this time, after Chu Qingge took a bath and changed clothes, she sat in front of the desk, facing the design that could only be drawn less than one-third of the way, and there was no progress after that.
But at this time, it wasn't just Feng Liye's condition that made her feel heavy.
Also, Mu Yuan’s obsession.
How can we make him understand that his life is his own, and does not belong to anyone, let alone her?
In the future, if something happened to Feng Liye...she didn't know, she really didn't know how she was going to survive.
She couldn't imagine it.
Until now, she couldn't imagine whether she could survive without Fengliye in this world.
Some feelings, you don’t know when they started. By the time you discover them, they are like poison, penetrating deep into your internal organs, bone marrow and blood.
Can't pull away.
Once you pull away, even your own life seems to be ending.
In a world without him, what is the meaning of her existence?
I thought I didn't care in the past, but now, when I'm really facing life and death, I realize that I really do care that much.
I noticed that I was hesitant like never before and had nowhere to go.
But what does this have to do with Mu Yuan?
That silly guy.
He can live well by himself!
Why do you say that if she were not here, there would be no Mu Yuan in this world?
The design drawings in my sight were a little blurry.
Chu Qingge rubbed the corners of her eyes and shed a clear tear.
This is simply shameful for me who doesn't like to cry.
Qingge immediately calmed down and was about to continue studying the design drawings.
But at this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside.
Soon, Lan Yu knocked on the door: "Your Majesty, Mrs. Xian wants to see you."
"Mrs. Xian?" Qingge frowned.
I never had much impression of this Mrs. Xian.
She is the mother of Feng Yuanhao, the second young master of the Feng family, but she has not had much contact with Feng Yuanhao since she married into the Duke's mansion.
Not to mention this Madam Xian.
Putting away the design drawings, she said: "Please come in."
Lan Yu immediately opened the door and invited Mrs. Xian in.
After that, he left the door ajar but didn't close it tightly.
The man stood guard outside the door and did not leave even an inch.
Mrs. Xian couldn't help but look back at the door.
You can vaguely see Lan Yu's figure through the crack in the door.
She gathered her thoughts, walked slowly to Chu Qingge, leaned forward and saluted: "See you, Crown Princess."
"No courtesy." Chu Qingge waved her hand: "Please sit down."
Mrs. Xian walked slowly to the chair, leaned forward, and then slowly sat down.
The movements were so gentle that no one could hear any sound at all.
She is a lady who has received strict training. Her behavior is gentle and gentle. Even when she sits down, she has the most standard posture.
He and the eldest lady Yan Liuyue are obviously not the same type.
After seeing her sit down, Qingge asked: "Mrs. Xian, are you in a hurry to come to me so late?"
Mrs. Xian hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "This matter... is not urgent, but... I just want to talk to the Crown Princess about Mr. Mu Yuan."
