"I didn't mean it that way."
It wasn't that her heart had changed, nor that she found him insufficient.
The crucial point was that, even knowing her identity, she had no memories associated with it.
When interacting with people connected to this identity, she still couldn't quite grasp how to behave.
"Do you hate this King?" Feng Yexuan suddenly stood up.
Chu Qianli just wanted to escape!
But she knew that if she fled, she would immediately enrage him.
Feng Yexuan was walking towards her.
Chu Qianli could only try to calm herself down.
Since she was his wife, she shouldn't be so afraid of him.
Even if she couldn't recall past events, she was willing to believe that she and he must have been very, very good together before.
What Feng Jinrui had told her still seemed to echo in her ears.
How much pain and hardship had this man endured for her?
She should be grateful!
Therefore, when Feng Yexuan reached her, pulled her towards him, and pinned her against the desk, Chu Qianli, despite being deathly nervous, did not resist this time.
"What did they tell you? To make you so docile?" Feng Yexuan narrowed his eyes, staring at her still sallow face.
A plain, unremarkable face, lacking any of the fairness and delicacy a woman should possess, yet her eyes were inexplicably captivating.
Sometimes he hated himself, wondering why he was so utterly infatuated!
"If this King could be less bewitched by you, would this King be in this state!"
He let out a cold snort. This time, he didn't do anything to her, merely giving her a fierce glare before turning to leave.
Hearing his words, Chu Qianli felt an inexplicable pang of sadness in her heart.
Though his words were light, who could truly comprehend the helplessness and sorrow within them?
"Your Highness," Chu Qianli straightened her body, looking at Feng Yexuan, who had already reached the door.
Feng Yexuan's tall frame stiffened slightly.
Waiting, waiting for this damned woman to say something to him.
But he never expected to receive any warmth; instead, he was presented with an invitation card.
"Your Highness, no matter what, you should attend this banquet."
"I know that the conflict between you and Prince He is currently at its peak, and I also know that His Majesty's health is not good."
She wasn't cursing the current Emperor; he was his father, after all.
But, to speak factually, with the Emperor's poor health, court affairs would inevitably become turbulent.
"Your Highness, whoever wins the hearts of the people wins the world. The confidence of the officials in you cannot be destroyed."
Feng Yexuan stared intently into her eyes, his expression unreadable, his face a mask of shifting emotions.
"Are you now this King's Li'er, or Ye Qingying's Xiao Yao?"
His damned woman was back.
Calm, intelligent, but alas, he couldn't see the slightest trace of affection for him in her eyes!
Chu Qianli tried to regulate her breathing, raising her head to meet his gaze: "Your Highness, do you want to hear the truth?"
Although Feng Yexuan's face remained expressionless, his large hand clenched instantly.
What was she about to say?
"What do you think?" the man's voice, tinged with a hint of huskiness, struck directly at the heart.
Chu Qianli knew that one wrong word might make him fly into a rage immediately.
But she didn't want to lie to him.
"I am not Ye Qingying's Xiao Yao, but I am also not Your Highness's Li'er."
Under his complex, profound gaze, which made it impossible to discern his emotions, she slowly regained her composure.
Her voice was neither loud nor soft, but exceptionally steady: "I am just me. Your Highness, I am me. Whether it's Chu Qianli or Xiao Yao, it's just myself."