Did the Liu’er of the past fake her death, and was it the scoundrel Nangong Yue’s doing? The thought made Feng Xie want to kill Nangong Yue for revenge.
But after Liu’er’s death, even Nangong Yue disappeared. For five years, he had doubted more than once why Liu’er died and Nangong Yue also vanished. He always found a reason for himself.
Nangong Yue must have feared being reminded of her. He also liked Liu’er, and was naturally heartbroken.
But the woman before him was clearly Liu’er. No one in the world could resemble another so much, not even a fraction. Even her cold demeanor was exactly the same, her gaze distant, as if indifferent to everything.
It was just that he hadn’t expected that for five years, she would become a flower spirit in a brothel. She was the Empress of Tianfeng! The thought made Feng Xie ache for the suffering she had endured. How could Nangong Yue have placed her in such a situation?
The music outside had stopped, the applause was thunderous, and shouts erupted, "Encore, encore!"
In the private room, Liu Liu, with her chilling aura, turned to look at Mei of the eyebrows beside her. Mei of the eyebrows’ eyes sparkled with disbelief. The two exchanged suspicious glances, and a gust of wind flashed past.
A figure moved as fast as lightning, darting through the crowd, landing beside the flower spirit Bu Xiangyin. With a large hand, he reached out and grabbed Bu Xiangyin’s hand, his eyes burning as he called out, "Liu’er, is it you?"
Feng Xie’s cry made Liu Liu in the private room stiffen. What did he mean? Gazing at the flower spirit with affection, his face full of deep devotion. Was his pervasive melancholy because of her?
Although she found it incredible, she was still a little touched. However, now was not the time for emotion, because Feng Xie’s reckless actions had disrupted the established order. The Snow Fragrance Tower had erupted like a pot boiling over, and the people below began to curse.
"Who is this? So lacking in manners! Can’t you see Miss Xiangyin is about to play a tune? Get him out of here."
"Get him out! Get him out!" Cheers and screams continued, rising higher and higher.
The patrons surged to the front of the platform. Due to the overcrowding, some had already fallen into the flower pond, splashing water everywhere.
In an instant, the vast Snow Fragrance Tower descended into chaos, while the instigator, unaware of the situation, stared devotedly at Bu Xiangyin, eagerly reaching out to clasp her hand.
"Liu’er, don’t you recognize me?"
Bu Xiangyin’s limpid eyes blinked in confusion, and she slowly shook her head. Seeing the man before her suffer a severe blow, her eyes filled with burning pain, she softened her voice.
"Sir, who are you? I have amnesia and don’t know who I am. Do you know who I am?"
Bu Xiangyin spoke pitifully, her small face etched with confusion, her eyes hazy with deep sorrow. She gazed fixedly at the handsome man before her, who was like a god, completely forgetting the people screaming frantically beside her.
Their gazes were locked together.
Liu Liu in the private room suddenly felt like laughing. The events of the night were too sensational. Feng Xie was actually so deeply in love with a false version of herself.
She remembered that when she was alive, he had never treated her with such tenderness. All she received were schemes, disdain, and suspicion. In the end, a fake woman enjoyed his passion. It was truly comical.
Mei of the eyebrows reached out and took her master’s hand. She thought her master was sad, but Liu Liu shook her head.
"I’m fine. What does it have to do with me? Wouldn’t it be better if they had a passionate love affair?"
At this moment, the shouting in the field grew more intense. Some rushed onto the platform. Zhan Yun and Ri Ying, along with their subordinates, flashed their bodies and soared through the air, landing on the periphery of the platform. A group with swords, their bodies radiating a chilling aura, roared, "Whoever dares to take another step will be killed without mercy!"
The declaration of "killed without mercy" finally suppressed the frenzied crowd. Playing with women was one thing, but no one was foolish enough to risk their lives. Besides, this woman was not someone they could afford to trifle with.
Therefore, although those people were resentful, they slowly dispersed. The madam, leading a group of gigolos, approached them. She bowed and clasped her fists, her face full of smiles.
"Sir, sir, you can’t do this! Miss Xiangyin has a master."
"Scram," Ri Ying shouted coldly. He brandished his sword, which flashed brilliantly, and it was already at the madam’s throat, chilling her to the bone.
The madam could almost smell her own blood. Her knees trembled uncontrollably. She took a step back and shouted inside, "Xiangyin, Xiangyin."
Xiangyin came back to her senses, turned her head, and scanned her surroundings. The commotion had all died down.
The patrons, holding the girls, went into their rooms. Those who had fallen into the pond also climbed out in a sorry state. Seeing these people with swords and sabers, they dared not utter a word.
"Sir?"
"Don't call me sir, call me husband," Feng Xie said urgently. He hadn’t expected Liu’er to be alive. She had merely lost her memory. So what had Nangong Yue done back then to make her lose her memory?
Damn Nangong Yue! He had actually replaced the Empress and taken her out of the palace, only for her to end up in a brothel. A chill emanated from him, but his gaze towards Xiangyin was incredibly gentle, the tenderness on his lips almost turning into a spring breeze.
Bu Xiangyin looked incredulous at Feng Xie’s words, her small face losing color. She repeatedly shook her head, "How is this possible? If you are my husband, then who is he?"
With that, she pointed with her slender, fair hand at the man descending the steps. Yu Cun臨風, clad in white robes, resembling an immortal who had descended to earth. His face, more beautiful than any woman's, was now shrouded in frost. His dark eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he spoke with cold finality.
"Let go of her." A deep, magnetic voice echoed. Feng Xie quickly turned his head to look. That man, who seemed to exist above the mortal realm, was Nangong Yue, whom he hadn’t seen in five years.
His black hair was tied up with a silver hairpin. In the dim light and swirling mist, he looked like an immortal descending to save humanity. As his voice fell, he rose and floated gracefully to Xiangyin’s side. Upon seeing him, Bu Xiangyin pouted with a touch of grievance.
"Husband, this person claims to be my husband? What is going on?"
Nangong Yue’s face, like that of an immortal, was now shadowed. His long eyelashes trembled twice, and his dark eyes shot out two beams of light, like sharp icicles, meeting Feng Xie’s gaze coldly. This man had once been his master, his benefactor.
But from the moment Liu’er died, he had severed all ties with him. He had yielded to him countless times, so this time he would live for himself.
"Take your hand off her. You killed her back then, and now you have the nerve to claim to be her husband? Isn’t that ridiculous?"
As Nangong Yue’s words fell, Bu Xiangyin’s body trembled slightly. She looked up at Nangong Yue, then at Feng Xie, wondering who her husband truly was. She gently and weakly lowered her head, a sliver of her smooth jade hair falling down.