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Zhan Beiye clearly knew that Meng Fuyao was headstrong, proud, and disliked being forced by others. He had also been trying very hard to change his habit of protecting women and tried to give her as much freedom as possible, and he didn't want her to keep avoiding his love because she felt stifled. Yet, this clearly smart woman was beyond clueless when it came to affairs of the heart. Her ability to rile his anger was even more powerful than his combat skills, and he had been burnt a thousand times, as he had been once again, utterly defeated.

'Fuyao… Who could ever cross the river to your heart and not have to stand on the other side with yearning?'

Zhan Beiye's black robes fluttered silently around him as he stood on the road. He stood before the palace gates, ignoring the soldiers and people scattered in the street. His back was upright and straight, yet it looked as if it were burdened with something.

The Black Wind Calvary soldiers remained silent behind him, unsure what to say. They hoped that the special, mesmerizing, kind yet ruthless girl would become their queen, but looking at her exceptional stubbornness, His Majesty's journey of pursuit would probably be filled with obstacles.

After a long time, Zhan Beiye suddenly mounted onto his horse, and with a crack of the reins, he shot forward. The reins landed hard on the horse as if he no longer had a care for horses and his black hair flew in the wind, looking like a black ball of fire.

It was rage, sadness, and the misfortune of unrequited love that sparked this fire.

Meng Fuyao was striding back, pebbles flying in her wake and scattering all four directions around her.

”I'm really an idiot, I actually let the highly respected, proud and stubborn Prince Lie lower his royal head and lie to a woman who truly loved him!

”I'm really a bloody idiot, I actually thought that after half a year, that arrogant person would actually learn to understand and treasure this kind of precious feeling!

”I'm really, really an idiot, I actually tossed away someone's sincere feelings!”

”Oh? Whose feelings did you… toss?”

A voice tinged with laughter floated over. Meng Fuyao was still fuming at Zhan Beiye, and upon hearing the voice, she immediately replied, ”Zhan Bei… Hmmph, nothing!”

Without even raising her head, she turned away to leave, saying, ”Aiya, I just remembered that Yun Hen is left alone in the palace, I have to get him.”

”I've already sent the Secret Guard to infiltrate the palace and get him. The palace is in chaos right now, and all the servants are desperately trying to flee. The imperial guards can't even do anything about it, and it's not bad if they can manage to guard the gates already. There's no need to cause more trouble for them.” Zhangsun Wuji sauntered over, smiling slightly as he tugged on her sleeve. ”What are you running for, Lord Yuan Bao misses you a lot.”

Lord Yuan Bao rolled its eyes. 'I was just sleeping with her last night, miss her my ass. You guys are really horrible, using my name as an excuse anytime you want to.'

”I definitely don't want to see that rodent's face,” Meng Fuyao retorted, ”I'm sick of it!”

Lord Yuan Bao was enraged. 'I'm the one that doesn't want to see your pig mouth!'

”Then…” The person behind her was still laughing, pulling at her sleeve. ”I miss you, alright?”

”Gross.” Meng Fuyao glanced at him from the corner from her eye. ”We just met a second ago.”

”And within that second I suddenly started to miss you.” A certain person said seriously, ”This second of separation made me suddenly realize that some things are like sand, once scattered, they would follow the wind and drift far away.”

The more Meng Fuyao listened, the more self-conscious she felt. 'This person is truly annoying, always speaking in circles and metaphors until one couldn't distinguish between true and false. Ah, would he really have found out about the scene from earlier?'

Zhangsun Wuji held onto her, refusing to let go. Meng Fuyao suddenly turned around and faced him, then swiftly retracted. Laughing drily, she asked, ”Seen enough? Stopped missing me? Alright, I have to go back and sleep now.”

She skirted past Zhangsun Wuji and hurriedly headed towards her room, but before she could move even two steps, she heard Zhangsun Wuji sigh.

”I've not seen your face, but I have seen your lips as red as blood.”

With a thud, Meng Fuyao stopped in her tracks, her face burning.