Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
She hurriedly covered her face with her sleeve and purposely pinched her voice, screaming, âYour Highness, you have the wrong person! I am not your princess consort! Iâm not, Iâm leaving now!â
Chu Yihan slowly rose and pulled her hand down, his gaze obsessed. âIf youâre not, then where is my princess consort?â
âYour Highnessâ¦â
Tears immediately streamed down Su Yingxueâs face.
She threw herself into Chu Yihanâs arms, choking up a bit.
Hearing Chu Yihanâs heartbeat, she felt that everything she had gone through these days was worth it.
At least she could return to his side.
âOh no⦠Your Highness, are your internal injuries okay? Has your bloodthirst acted up? Does your chest hurt?â
Su Yingxue suddenly realized she shouldnât let him know yet!
She was afraid that his blood would surge, causing his bloodthirst to act up again, and harm himself.
Chu Yihan gently pinched her face. âAfter expelling the clotted blood, the bloodthirst will not act up again, and with your two acupuncture treatments, I am much better.â
âThatâs good.â Su Yingxue breathed a sigh of relief. She suddenly thought, âWait, if youâre not going to fall ill again, why did Chu Yifeng forbid me from seeing you?â
That man was annoying!
âHe didnât let you come, but didnât you still come?â Chu Yihanâs lips curved slightly.
âThatâs right, I wouldnât listen to him anyway, butâ¦â
Su Yingxue was puzzled when suddenly, a thought connected everything in her mind. Bringing back the seriously injured Chu Yihan, claiming his bloodthirst would prevent him from getting overly emotional, then deceiving them both by sending a female slave who looked like her to Chu Yihan, making him so angry he spat blood, thus creating an opportunity for her to sneak to Chu Yihanâs sideâ¦
âThis is all his scheme!â
She suddenly realized!
Chu Yifeng had been playing with her and Chu Yihan!
Su Yingxueâs face puffed up with anger. âYour Highness, your brother is so wicked! Why couldnât he just let me and Rong Sheng treat you properly? Why go to such lengths, making you so angry that you spit blood!â
Although the result was good, the process was very torturous!
And⦠this wasnât something a normal person would come up with!
What kind of monster was Chu Yifeng?
Chu Yihan didnât seem surprised. âYou can just ignore him.â
Chu Yifengâs way of doing things was always different from his. They would never interfere with each other unless it crossed a line. For example, if Chu Yifeng used Su Yingxue to make fun of him, he would ensure he knew the consequences.
He pulled Su Yingxue into his arms, and they lay on the bed, sharing their deepest feelings.
âThat day, I was overjoyed to enter the bridal chamber, but you werenât there. Not being able to find you was the most disheartening moment of my life.â
Chu Yihan gently squeezed Su Yingxueâs soft white fingers, a look of desolation in his eyes.
Su Yingxueâs disappearance was the greatest punishment from the heavens for him. When he went to the Silver Moon Pavilion, it was already engulfed in flames. He rushed in without a second thought, expecting to see Su Yingxue.
But he only saw Zi Wei, burned by the fire.
He clung tightly to Su Yingxueâs wedding dress, standing in the sea of fire. Even though the flames had already reached him, burning him into a human torch, he didnât move. He preferred to endure the agony of being burned alive.
He said he smelled Su Yingxueâs blood and believed she had died there.
He stood in the spot with Su Yingxueâs blood, determined to accompany her in death.
Zi Wei lost his soul and he went mad.
He crazily sealed off Jiang Du City, searching for any trace of Silver Moon Pavilionâs people, but Wu Dao and Hong Lian had disappeared quickly.