C582 What a shock (1/2)

Heh, Feng Lingyue is not the real princess. Not only me, my royal father, your father and the others all knew, even if she didn't die, there wouldn't be any end to your relationship. Your father originally didn't like Mu Yu`er, and it's even more impossible for him to let you marry a fake Golden Elegance Jade Leaf, and my royal father wouldn't allow a fake princess to marry a young marquis with limitless potential. So, even if she didn't die, there was no future between the two of you. Feng Ziyao shouted hysterically.

Xiao He slowly recovered from the shocking news and slowly said:

”...” ”So what if it's fake? What I want is never her identity or position. What I want is her.” But unfortunately, it was all too late!

It caused Yue Er to …

It was no longer there.

”You, hehe, hehe …” ”She's dead, she's already dead. Even if you die, she won't be able to come back to life. Xiao He, let go. She's a person who deserves death anyway, but I just let her die a little earlier …”

”Clank!”

All of a sudden, Xiao He's hand stretched out and the door of the prison burst open. The prison guard at the door was struck by a powerful force and pounced towards Xiao He. Xiao He's hand stretched out, and with lightning speed, he pulled out the sword at the guard's waist, thrusting it towards Feng Chu Yao.

”Ugh …” Feng Ziyao stared at Xiao He in disbelief, before slowly lowering her head to look at the sword that had stabbed into her shoulder. ”You … you actually …”

”…” With another hard pull back, Feng Ziyao's body swayed forward, and Xiao He's hand loosened. With a clang, the sword fell to the ground, and Feng Ziyao tumbled to the ground. Her face was pale, and blood flowed out from the place she had clutched her sword.

”This strike is to avenge Yue'er, but you won't die.”

He turned around decisively and walked out quickly.

”Ugh …” As soon as he walked out of the prison, he felt as if his heart was about to split open. He knelt down on one knee, one hand on the ground, the other on his heart.

At this moment, it began to rain in the sky. As the rain washed over him, he didn't know whether it was tears or rain that remained on his face.

He faced the sky and loudly shouted the name, ”Ling Yue'er, is it you who is crying? Don't cry, don't cry, do you hear me? I am Xiao He. Listen, I will never forget it, never. ”

”Bam!” There was a clap of thunder, and Feng Lingyue suddenly sat up from the bed, gasping for breath, sweat pouring down her face.

”Give me a cup of water.” She called out twice, and what answered her was the silence of the room.

A blank look appeared in her eyes as she looked at the completely different decorations before her. Only then did she suddenly recall that she had already left the palace and was no longer the Eleventh Princess. She was Ah Yue …

He was someone who did not know his real name, parents, status, or future.

She buried her head in the covers, tears sliding down her cheeks.

”A'Yue, are you alright?” When she heard Molly's voice from the door, she hurriedly wiped her tears away and pretended to be calm.

”I'm fine, the thunder is too loud. I was just woken up. Boss Mo, go to sleep.”

”Alright, if you need anything, just call me. I'll sleep next door to you.” To protect Aunt Eleven, Molly moved the room next to hers.

Qing Nan, An Qing Royal Mansion,

The order to push the issue was pushed forward one by one, and the original discontented voices of the assassins were drowned out by Feng Yunzheng. Penicillin had ordered the capture of all of the assassins within the Southern territory, but unexpectedly, all of the assassins died, biting their tongue as they committed suicide. Not a single survivor was caught, and during the search, the assassins' bodies were all clean and tidy, and for a moment, they could not find any clues.

When Feng Yunzheng was about to leave Qingnan, he held a banquet at Prince An Qing's mansion, and Feng Yunzheng, who had not yet arrived on the public road, would also be there.

As soon as the news spread, all the nobles and officials in the south of the kingdom tried to think of ways to attend this banquet and catch a glimpse of the Ninth Prince's grandeur. Thus, after a few days, there was an endless stream of people coming and going to Prince An Qing's residence.

The Jinli Inn, on the other hand, was a completely different scene. It was quiet and completely unaffected by outside interference.