Does the title of God of War need to be passed on!
These words, Feng Yexuan remembered them vividly!
He heard them!
A long time ago!
No, not that long ago, just a few months ago, he had heard them!
It was on the night the dead woman married him, when she was framed for drugging Jin Rui, and the servants wanted to burn her to death.
At that time, the dead woman was like this, standing in front of him, ignoring his rage.
Even though she was tightly bound, and the situation was completely unfavorable to her, and she was about to be burned to death at any moment, she could still face him with a calm expression.
At that time, she had said exactly this: "If Your Highness cannot even see through such a lie, then, does your title of God of War need to be passed on?"
Feng Yexuan stared at Xiao Yao, so agitated that his fingertips trembled.
At this moment, he could not see Xiao Yao's face, but only her eyes.
Those eyes, shimmering with crystal clarity.
So familiar, so captivating, so entrancing.
He suddenly couldn't resist and lowered his head...
Xiao Yao was so startled that her eyes went wide, completely forgetting to react.
The brothers were all dumbfounded. Was His Highness... was he going to kiss this little girl?
Good heavens! In broad daylight, in front of everyone, His Highness was really going to be intimate with a little girl in front of them?
Leng Ji felt he had to stop it, but for some reason, at this moment, he seemed to feel the heartache in His Highness's heart.
A deep pain of losing and regaining, yet fearing to lose again!
Because of a sudden inexplicable pang of sadness, Leng Ji didn't react immediately.
Nor did he immediately remind His Highness that there were people all around!
Feng Yexuan's face was less than a hand's breadth away from Xiao Yao's.
His eyes were lost, and through her eyes, he seemed to see a wisp of a soul!
But he was not sure.
These past few days, his heart felt as if it had died once.
He strongly suspected that he had already lost his dead woman!
The current Chu Qianli no longer had the familiar scent he remembered.
He didn't believe it was his dead woman, yet she was!
He even wanted to use all his might to test, to investigate, to deny, to deny her identity.
But she knew everything, all the minute details about him and his dead woman that no third person could possibly know, she knew them all.
If she were not the real Chu Qianli, how could she have done this?
But he truly didn't believe it. That woman, she might be Chu Qianli, but she wasn't his dead woman...
It was very contradictory.
So contradictory that it caused him extreme pain!
So painful that he had no idea how to face the woman living in his mansion.
He now described Chu Qianli as "that woman."
To the extreme of pain, he had now become somewhat numb.
Could his dead woman have transmigrated into someone else's body?
Could it be Xiao Yao?
But why didn't she recognize him?
His thin lips were less than a finger's width away from Xiao Yao's lips.
The hot breath made Xiao Yao's heart flutter.
Why did this breath, inexplicably, become familiar?
It was as if she had once cherished it very much...
Amidst the stunned silence of the crowd, suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves approached from afar.
An angry voice boomed, "Yexuan! What are you doing!"
Everyone turned their heads and saw, emerging from the dust, a person and a horse charging forward.
The woman was dressed in magnificent attire, riding a snow-white horse, and quickly arrived.
Her opulent clothing instantly dazzled everyone's eyes.