This roar was so powerful that it made Feng Changling's heart tremble.
He glanced at Han Qiancheng without changing his expression, and said in a calm voice: "It seems that you really hope that this is Xiao Chengyi's idea? But unfortunately, you are wrong."
Han Qiancheng's expression changed: "Impossible!"
He couldn't be wrong. What happened today was definitely not the master's hand. He could use rumors and rumors to make him make a choice and force him to this point. Apart from Xiao Chengyi, he couldn't think of anyone else?
He was panicked and confused for a moment.
Feng Changling sneered and said: "What are you expecting? You killed someone with your own hands. Do you still expect that a miracle will come and give you a second chance to choose?"
Even if I give you a hundred times, your choice will not change, right?"
Han Qiancheng's face was as cold as frost, and he scolded: "Why didn't you stop her?"
"bar?"
Feng Changling sneered softly: "How to stop it? You set a trap for her and waited for her to jump down. Unfortunately, she still thought you were protecting her.
Han Qiancheng, don't you think you are very cruel? You are using her while deceiving her with sweet words. She can really risk her life for you, but what about you? What have you done for her?
In your heart, she is just the sister of your enemy, a chess piece that you can summon and wave away, so why do you pretend to be affectionate here and don't feel disgusted."
"enough!"
Han Qiancheng scolded him angrily, but he didn't want to hear it anymore. He hugged Yan Ruoling's cold body, feeling so heartbroken that he could hardly breathe.
Feng Changling looked at him, sighed and asked, "Are you sincere to her at all?"
Han Qiancheng's eyes were dull and he said in a low and hoarse voice: "Is this important?"
Whether sincere or not, his soul will never wake up, and he has lost the only one in his life.
Feng Changling shook his head and stopped talking. It seemed that Xiao Chengyi really lost the bet this time, and Han Qiancheng finally chose his great cause and abandoned Princess Qinghe.
It's just a pity that the girl was so infatuated that she made the wrong payment.
Soon, Wei Yu found the coffin. Although it was April, the weather was already a bit hot, and the body could not be stored at all.
Han Qiancheng hugged Yan Ruoling, buried his head in her neck and said, "Ling'er, forgive me."
In the end, he killed her, the only person in the world who cared about him. From now on, no one would miss him or call him Brother Han.
Han Qiancheng's shoulders were shaking, as if he was holding back. After a long time, he calmed down and walked out with Yan Ruoling in his arms.
There was a fine coffin placed in the yard. Han Qiancheng put Yan Ruoling in and arranged her appearance carefully and gently.
Wei Yu advised from the side: "Young Master, it is better for the princess to be laid to rest as soon as possible."
The more he behaves like this, the more suspicious he becomes. Now that Princess Qinghe is dead, everyone in Qingfeng Village has finally dispelled their doubts.
If Han Qiancheng acted too sad, wouldn't it confirm the unclear relationship between him and Princess Qinghe?
Han Qiancheng retracted his hand, then took a deep look at Yan Ruoling. He closed the coffin lid and said to Wei Yu: "Bury the princess."
Wei Yu said yes and immediately had the coffin carried out.
Han Qiancheng stood in the yard and watched the coffin go away. When he couldn't see it anymore, he couldn't hold on and vomited a mouthful of blood while covering his chest. He was about to fall down as he faltered.
Feng Changling walked over, supported him, checked his pulse and said, "I'll help you go in and rest."
He helped Han Qiancheng back to the room, let him lie on the bed, and then used silver needles to treat him.
Han Qiancheng asked: "Why don't you kill me when you have such a good opportunity?"