Who can truly understand matters of the heart?
It is precisely because of this that even Leng Ji did not know who Feng Ye Xuan currently favored.
He could not fathom, nor did he understand, matters of emotion.
When he loved, he loved truly; when he hated, he hated truly.
Feng Ye Xuan remained silent.
He knew that the "dead woman" and Feng Qi He had joined forces to injure him, yet he inexplicably forgot the sensation of that time.
Whether it was love or hate, the feeling was too vague for him.
It was as if his memory had been severed with a knife, cut into two halves. One half remembered the events, while the other held a hazy sense of them.
Too vague to recall at all.
"Did this King... remain in a coma for many days due to severe injuries?"
"Yes, Your Highness. Not only that, but before you set off for Nan Ming, you also mentioned that the Venerable Master and Miss Feng saved you."
"Was this King injured before coming here?" Yet, the memory of this was truly too vague, leaving almost no impression.
Thinking back now, it seemed like such a thing had happened, but what exactly transpired, and why could he not recall it?
"Does Your Highness not remember? The Venerable Master used his own blood as a medicinal guide to save Your Highness."
Leng Ji still felt immense gratitude towards the Venerable Master: "If not for the Venerable Master, Your Highness would likely... not have survived."
"Was I injured so severely?" But he truly had no recollection.
Could the problem lie here?
"After this King awoke..."
"After Your Highness awoke..." Leng Ji hesitated, knowing what he wanted to ask, and decided to tell him everything: "When Your Highness was injured, Miss Feng was the one who stayed by your side and took care of you."
"Therefore, after Your Highness awoke, your relationship with Miss Feng became particularly close, and from then on... from then on, you fell in love with Miss Feng."
Feng Ye Xuan did not speak.
He was said to have fallen for Feng Ling, yet tonight, he had not thought of Feng Ling at all.
Even when Feng Ling was mentioned now, his first reaction was not to recall what her face looked like.
Such "love" was somewhat peculiar.
"Do you think there is something wrong with this King?" he suddenly asked.
Leng Ji was stunned, breaking out in a cold sweat at the King's question.
"Wh-what could be wrong with Your Highness?" He had no idea what the King meant!
Perhaps even Feng Ye Xuan did not know what kind of answer his question required.
"How is Feng Ling's injury?" he asked.
Only then did Leng Ji breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that the King was finally not making things difficult for him.
He said in a low voice, "Her injuries... are quite severe. They are in... in rather... rather unusual places..."
Feng Ye Xuan did not have many thoughts in his heart, almost as if he felt no sorrow.
He couldn't help but doubt again, did he truly have feelings for Feng Ling?
He turned his head and glanced back towards the door.
Even through the screen, Liu Jin could sense his lingering, reluctant, yet conflicted aura.
Liu Jin said gently, "Your Highness, Miss Chu is fine. Why don't Your Highness go back and see Miss Feng first?"
If he didn't look, he might not be at ease.
Feng Ye Xuan still hesitated slightly.
Finally, he nodded and followed Leng Ji out of the courtyard.
Feng Ling also resided in the palace, in a courtyard arranged by the Grand Eunuch for Feng Ye Xuan.
A woman residing in Prince Xuan's courtyard was naturally his woman.
As he entered, thinking of Feng Ling's current status, Feng Ye Xuan inexplicably felt a surge of irritation.
The woman of Prince Xuan...
If there was a woman in his courtyard, would the "dead woman"... be heartbroken?