After Feng Liye returned home, she did not find a doctor to treat her wounds, and even did not allow anyone to enter her bedroom.
He stood by the window, looking at the hazy moonlight outside the window. Even he didn't know what he wanted at this moment.
In the past, no matter what I did, I had a strong purpose.
But he found that in recent days, sometimes, he didn't even know what he needed to do next.
Just like at night.
He went to Princess Garden and met the woman.
But facing the sarcastic smile on her lips, he didn't even know what he was going to say.
The person stood like this for who knows how long, until the door was pushed open.
Yan Liuyue walked in and looked up to see that her son was still wearing clothes that were stained dark red by blood last night.
"Why not let the doctor handle it?"
She was a little unhappy and walked in quickly, staring at his cold back.
Feng Liye finally turned around and calmly called out: "Mother."
"What are you thinking about?" There is something wrong with her son, and it is impossible for the mother not to know.
In fact, he was injured by himself, and her heart ached!
But, this son is a person who does great things. He can't show off in front of anyone just because of a little pain!
He must be like his father, who would rather shed every drop of blood on his body than shed a single drop of tear!
Even if it hurts, don't moan.
"My son didn't think anything of it." Feng Liye grew up under her education. Indifference was the first emotion his mother taught him.
"Is it because of the Ninth Princess that you are so inappropriate tonight?"
Yan Liuyue's face darkened, and her anger suddenly arose again when she thought that she had poured tea for Chu Qingge to apologize in front of everyone.
"You still want to be with a woman who almost killed your brother and forced your mother to apologize in person?"
Feng Liye said nothing, and there was no emotion between her brows.
Very indifferent! But Yan Liuyue understood his stubbornness!
"Presumptuous!" She slapped her palm on the table.
She smashed a corner of the fine ancient wooden round table.
She said angrily: "Have you forgotten all my mother-in-law's teachings for so many years? As the eldest son of Feng, you should give up all love! Look, what do you look like now?"
"You have even forgotten how your father died in vain!"
"My son has not forgotten it!" Feng Liye's tense fingers turned white.
"If you haven't forgotten, why do you care so much about your enemy's daughter?"
"My son doesn't care." The candlelight fell on his face, making his cold and solemn face even colder.
He is obviously a stunningly handsome man, but he doesn't have the slightest bit of wantonness and chicness of a well-known young man.
Over the years, the word chic has never appeared on him!
Yan Liuyue's heart skipped a beat. It wasn't that she didn't feel distressed. He had been taught to be so indifferent by himself.
But he is the eldest son of Feng and a talented general!
What's more, he has a special status! If he is trapped by seven emotions and six desires, how will he achieve great things in the future?
She finally suppressed her heartache as she had for the past twenty years or so.
"Don't forget, the Chu royal family will one day..."
Walls have ears, and her words stopped here.
"You will eventually become real enemies. If you don't want to suffer in the future, take your mind back to me now!"
Yan Liuyue stood up, turned around and walked towards the door.
"My son is sending it to you." Feng Liye walked behind her.
But as soon as he went out, he saw Feng Zao coming in a hurry, holding a piece of paper in his hand.
"Master, princess...the princess wants to make peace with you!"
