"Mmm..."
Feng Ling landed heavily on a patch of purple fragrant orchid, spitting out a mouthful of turbid blood.
Her breathing was erratic, and she couldn't utter a single word, yet she stared fixedly at Feng Ye Xuan.
Feng Ye Xuan's eyes were icy, unwilling to spare her another glance as he strode to pursue Chu Qian Li.
Feng Ling clenched her palm tightly, mustering all her strength, and rasped, "Forcibly... keeping her by your side... is by no means... a good thing for her, mmm..."
With each sentence, she coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.
Her voice, low and stubborn, bore a surprising resemblance to Chu Qian Li's.
Feng Ye Xuan knew it wasn't, but it was precisely this similarity that made him unable to stop himself. He turned back to look.
Feng Ling lay amidst the purple fragrant orchids, her slender form trembling slightly in the wind.
Yet, her face was indifferent. Even injured, she refused to yield.
This feeling...
Feng Ye Xuan suddenly formed his fingers into a claw, his long arm retracting, pulling her towards him from a distance.
His five fingers tightened slightly, and Feng Ling immediately felt as if her neck was being held by an unyielding grip, leaving her no chance to breathe.
"You think that by imitating her in everything, this King will become interested in you?"
"Why should I... imitate her?" Feng Ling's voice was extremely hoarse. At this moment, only her exhaled breath remained, and the air in her chest grew increasingly thin.
But it was precisely this gaze, the detached calmness deep within her eyes, that inexplicably tugged at his heart.
Through this gaze, he truly saw his dead woman.
It was as if his dead woman still resided deep within Feng Ling's body.
Feng Ye Xuan's thick sword-like eyebrows knitted, and his eyes narrowed.
The five fingers gripping Feng Ling's neck tightened further.
Feng Ling felt as though she was truly going to die.
But she gave up struggling.
She simply looked at him calmly.
Just like Chu Qian Li's calmness.
Even at the corner of her lips, on the brink of death, there was a faint, helpless smile.
It was that smile, desperate yet unwilling to surrender.
The dead woman's smile...
A figure flashed past in the wind.
He had left.
Feng Ling was like a kite with a broken string, tossed into the purple fragrant orchid patch.
He had abandoned her.
But at this moment, besides gasping for air, there was a hint of a surprised smile in her eyes.
She had succeeded!
Using her life as a gamble, she had finally succeeded this time.
The fragrance of the purple fragrant orchids masked the scent of the medicine Feng Xi had given her. That scent was already faint to the point of being almost imperceptible, and with the orchid's fragrance pressing down, it became even less likely to be detected.
The illusion, combined with Feng Xi's aphrodisiac, made his willpower even weaker when he looked at her.
The way he looked at her just now clearly showed his wavering.
He was beginning to feel that she and Chu Qian Li were becoming more and more alike.
With great difficulty, Feng Ling managed to catch her breath and sat up in the flower patch.
One who survives a great disaster will surely have good fortune.
Replacing Chu Qian Li in Prince Xuan's heart was no longer a distant prospect.
...As Chu Qian Li left the back mountain dense forest of Prince Xuan's manor, Feng Ye Xuan caught up with her.
It wasn't that her Qinggong was inferior, but rather that this damned man's Qinggong was too formidable.
However, neither of them expected that someone would be waiting for them here, having arrived earlier.
"Li'er."
Behind Feng Qi He was a carriage.
This time, he had come alone.
His cold gaze swept over Feng Ye Xuan, and he looked at Chu Qian Li, walking slowly towards her.
"As long as you believe, this King and Mother will definitely be your strongest support!"