"What exactly have you done to Nan Xing?" Chu Qingge walked up behind Feng Jiuqing, her face as cold as ice.
"You want to know?" Feng Jiuqing didn't look back, but she was a little surprised.
She hasn't left yet?
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
However, Qingge quickly walked up to him, snatched the wine bottle from his hand, and threw it to the ground with a clang.
"What exactly did you do to Nan Xing? Tell me quickly!"
Feng Jiuqing raised his eyes and looked at her.
He wasn't angry when she threw the flask away, but his eyes, tainted with the smell of alcohol, made people confused for a moment.
"Are you the ninth princess of Chu State?"
"What does it have to do with you?" What she wanted to ask now was about Nan Xing!
"Since she is the ninth princess of the Chu Kingdom, firstly she is not the daughter of Xing'er, and secondly she is not a member of the royal family of the Southern Jin Dynasty, what is your position in pressuring me?"
Feng Jiuqing's words made Qingge's breath hitch, and a twinge of pain flashed through her heart.
She... is not from the Southern Jin royal family, nor is she the daughter of Nan Xing, so why should she ask?
However, if Nan Xing is really her mother from time travel...
But who believes this? Even she herself can’t believe it, right?
"Where did that gun come from? Is it from Nanxing?"
Qingge's tone finally calmed down.
Feng Jiuqing didn't have any hostility towards Nan Xing. She could even see that Feng Jiuqing cared deeply for Nan Xing.
Based on this alone, she couldn't be tough on Feng Jiuqing.
"You won't hurt Nan Xing, will you?" she asked softly.
"I said yes, do you believe it?"
"I believe it!"
Feng Jiuqing's eyes darkened for a while, then he raised his eyes and looked at her.
This time, the sad smile on his lips disappeared, his face gradually darkened, and his gray eyes seemed to slowly regain a trace of brightness.
"Do you believe it?" His voice was very soft, so soft that he could hardly hear it.
Perhaps, even he himself doesn't believe it.
But this girl said she believed it.
Qingge felt very heavy and didn't know what she wanted now.
Finally, she sat down opposite him, lowered her head, and looked at the wine bottle on the table: "I... letter."
Feng Jiuqing didn't say anything, opened a bottle of wine and pushed it to her.
Qingge picked up the bottle and drank half of it in one breath.
My heart is still heavy and my eyes are a little blurry.
"Tell me, who is she? Is she... is she from this era?"
Qingge's words made Feng Jiuqing tighten her fingertips as she just picked up the bottle, and the bottle almost slipped from her hand.
"What did you say?"
"Is she from this era?" Qingge suddenly grabbed his wrist, her eyes were scarlet: "You know that, right? Tell me, is that right?"
Feng Jiuqing didn't speak, but just looked at her.
"You are talking! Do you understand? Is she?" Qingge rarely loses control like this, but tonight, she can't help it!
Is Nan Xing the mother? Tell her quickly! Is Nan Xing the mother?
She stared at Feng Jiuqing excitedly, just wanting to see clues in his eyes.
But his eyes were as pale as water, and there was nothing in them.
I don't know how long it took before Feng Jiuqing said calmly: "She is His Majesty's daughter. Do you think she is from this era?"
He does understand, otherwise, he would not be able to say the words "this era"!
Qingge's five fingers gripping his big palm kept tightening.
"Then tell me, does she have another name, Chu Xing?"
