Feng Yexuan was truly uncomfortable now.
His head felt like it was splitting, worse than drinking ten jars of strong liquor.
He should have hated Chu Qianli, yet the smile she gave him tonight, the slight upturn of her lips, kept replaying in his mind.
Kept replaying!
Growing clearer and clearer.
But the clearer it became, the more his head ached!
He didn't want to think about that woman, but he couldn't stop himself!
"Yexuan, she's filthy, she's been with many men, she's filthier than anyone. How could you want her?"
That ethereal voice, from wherever it came, pierced his body like knives from all directions.
"If you touch her, you become dirty too! Weren't you supposed to remain pure? You said you would guard your body forever for the woman in your heart, you promised!"
Feng Yexuan's fists clenched instantly, the sound of his knuckles cracking audible even to Feng Ling, who stood outside.
The woman in his heart...
Another face slowly surfaced from the depths of his mind.
But this face was becoming increasingly blurry.
He had a woman in his heart.
He was willing to give up the world for her, even willing to die for her.
But who was she? Who was she?
Why did that face tonight suddenly overlap with Chu Qianli's?
No! He couldn't think of that dirty woman anymore! He couldn't!
"Scram!" Feng Yexuan's eyes darkened, and he suddenly unleashed a palm strike!
Feng Ling was nearly scared to death!
The palm force was astonishing. She retreated at her fastest speed, yet she was still injured by the wind of the palm and sent flying backward.
The flute music stopped abruptly.
But Feng Yexuan's headache worsened!
He didn't even know who he had just injured.
The intense headache made him sit up, his hand landing on the bed, his fingers slowly tightening.
His eyes were bloodshot.
"Your Highness!" Leng Ji rushed in, seeing his state and unsure what had happened.
"Your Highness..."
"He... he's gone berserk." Feng Ling spat out a mouthful of blood, forcing herself to sit up. She immediately brought the jade flute to her lips.
The flute music began.
The chaotic true qi that Feng Yexuan could barely suppress was slowly drawn back.
The chilling aura emanating from him also gradually subsided.
His eyes finally regained some clarity.
"Your Highness..."
Leng Ji's words were cut short by a look from Feng Ling.
Feng Ling slowly walked over, this time moving very slowly and cautiously, afraid he might strike out again.
He had been fine just moments ago. What had happened tonight? Could it be because she mentioned Chu Qianli?
That bewitching woman, she couldn't even be mentioned!
Feng Ling glanced at Leng Ji, who then quietly withdrew.
Feng Ling entered the inner room and saw that Feng Yexuan's chilling aura had somewhat receded. She put down the jade flute, her voice even softer.
"Yexuan, in this world, only I, only the Venerable Master, truly care for you and cherish you."
"I know you are powerful, but you also desire peace, protection, don't you? Yexuan, I am the one who is truly willing to protect you with all my heart."
"Is there a girl in your heart? Look at her face, see clearly. It's me, it's Feng Ling, Yexuan..."
She slowly walked to the bedside.
Slowly, she began to play the melody again.
The melody was graceful.
Feng Yexuan didn't know when he fell back asleep. Although his head still ached, the woman in his mind seemed to become gradually clearer.
It was... Feng Ling...