Blood fell drop by drop along the corners of Feng Liye's lips.
Soon, the floor beneath him was dyed red.
He finally picked up the piece of white paper, but tore it into pieces under everyone's expectant eyes.
"You bastard..."
Yan Liuyue couldn't catch her breath, her vision went dark and she passed out.
"Mom!" Feng Chenmo stepped up his legs and hurriedly supported her.
"Uncle Cho, my mother has fainted, come here and have a look!"
Lanchi had always been with the general, marching and fighting for so many years, and he had learned a little bit about medical skills.
He immediately went over and took Yan Liuyue's hand.
Feng Liye still knelt in front of the memorial tablets of Nan Xing and Feng Hongtao, and looked at Yan Liuyue who was being helped to the chair, with a look of continued worry in her eyes.
He didn't want to make his mother sad.
If possible, I would rather take my own life than anger my mother.
But there was no way he could give in on this matter.
Why would he rather die than write a letter to let his wife go? Perhaps, he himself doesn’t know.
It’s just that if I don’t want to in my heart, I just don’t want to.
He doesn't want to write!
Lan Chip pressed a few acupuncture points on Yan Liuyue, and pinched her body for a while before Yan Liuyue slowly woke up.
"Mother!" Feng Chenmo held onto Yan Liuyue's hand and begged: "Mother, don't be angry. Big brother has realized his mistake! Mother, your health is important!"
The blood in Yan Liuyue's chest was still boiling.
She looked at her son kneeling in front of the hall.
Feng Chenmo said hurriedly: "Brother, please speak!"
The eldest brother doesn't like that Ninth Princess at all. All his thoughts are on the battlefield, and the personal relationship between his children is not worth mentioning to him.
Does the eldest brother have something to hide? Otherwise, it is impossible for him to disobey his mother for the sake of a woman!
"Brother!"
But Feng Liye still knelt straight and remained unmoved.
"Brother, did the Ninth Princess play some trick on you? The Ninth Princess forced you to do it, right?"
Although, he did not believe that his omnipotent elder brother would create persecution.
But why on earth is Big Brother?
Yan Liuyue slowly stood up, looking at the blood still seeping out of her son's back, feeling heartbroken and disappointed.
Son, never listen to her again!
"Kneel down here and reflect!"
She took a deep breath and cast an indifferent gaze on Lanchi.
"Send him another piece of paper and pen. Don't get up until he writes."
Yan Liuyue left and went back to guard Chu Weiyun.
Lanchi put the pen and paper in front of Feng Liye again: "Your Majesty..."
"I can't write it, Uncle Cho, take it away." Feng Liye's eyes were indifferent, not resentful, not angry, not desperate.
So determined!
Lanchi sighed: "Your temper... ugh! You look just like a general."
It's a pity that this stubborn temper is used for such things.
As long as he is not willing, this knot may not be opened.
Lanchi put down his things and left. He had to stay outside the door of his wife and the princess, just in case something happened during the night.
Feng Chenmo looked at the blood that was constantly leaking out of his elder brother's back, and his heart beat tightly.
"Brother, how about finding a doctor..."
"No need." As expected, Feng Liye firmly refused.
Feng Chenmo really couldn't understand: "Brother, do you really like the Ninth Princess?"
From Feng Chenmo's point of view, falling in love with his enemy's daughter was unbelievable.
Feng Liye closed her eyes and said nothing.
All he knows is that he doesn’t want to write the letter to let his wife go, and he doesn’t want to let it go!
