Feng Xie, upon hearing Liu Liu's idea, immediately nodded in agreement. His gaze shifted, and he turned to look at Zhan Yun. Zhan Yun stepped forward, gazing earnestly at Bu Xiangyin before him.
Although he had only seen the Empress with the birthmark on her face, not without it, upon closer inspection, her eyes, proud demeanor, and the aura emanating from her brows truly resembled her.
Since the Emperor was so certain, it must be correct. Thus, Zhan Yun spoke out heartily.
"Indeed, Miss Bu is my friend's missing wife. We all believed Madam was dead that day, but we never expected she would be abducted here."
As Zhan Yun spoke, Bu Xiangyin observed him. Seeing the righteous and just expression on his face, she nodded slightly, appearing to believe Zhan Yun's words.
Nangong Yue, standing beside them, felt an ache in his heart. If he had known this, he should have taken Bu Xiangyin away himself. Who knew Feng Xie would sneak out of the palace?
Thinking of this, his heart filled with hatred. He had caused the loss of Liu'er's child back then, and now he was bothering Liu'er again. However, regarding why Liu'er became Hua Xiao and where the child went,
and why Hua Wuyou abducted her, was it simply to torment her? The more he thought, the uglier his expression became. His cold voice rang out.
"These people are all his friends. Are their words credible?"
Seeing Nangong Yue's pained expression, Liu Liu actually felt a pang of sympathy for him, silently cursing, "Nangong, you fool, this is not Liu Liu at all! Why are you getting involved? Have you all gone mad, bewitched?"
This woman has ulterior motives; why are you still infatuated with her?
"Mm, what Nangong said is also true," Bu Xiangyin chimed in, echoing Nangong Yue, her words seemingly leaning towards him.
Upon hearing this, Feng Xie's handsome face instantly became frigid, his gaze like ice shooting towards Nangong Yue.
Liu Liu calmly observed the unfolding events. Was Bu Xiangyin's target Feng Xie or Nangong Yue? Clearly, she was playing both men in the palm of her hand. A long pain is worse than a short one.
Liu Liu clapped her folded fan and let out a clear, cold laugh.
"Indeed, even heroes cannot resist a beauty. Since both men recognize this woman as your wife, I have a method."
"Speak quickly."
Both men immediately turned their heads, staring at Liu Liu. Liu Liu's gaze moved from Feng Xie to Nangong Yue. She feared that Nangong Yue would be the one to get hurt next, as this woman's target was clearly Feng Xie.
As for why she approached Feng Xie, that remained unknown. Was it vanity, or was there another hidden agenda? Time would tell.
However, Nangong Yue would soon be hurt, because with her method, the truth would be revealed immediately.
Nangong Yue looked at the man in the butterfly-shaped mask before him, his dark, fathomless eyes filled with deep pity for him. His heart sank. Did he know Liu'er would choose Feng Xie? Or would this method make Bu Xiangyin recognize him as the fake husband?
The thought of this possibility filled Nangong Yue with immense hatred towards the man before him. Who was this handsome youth, so full of wickedness, with a butterfly-shaped mask? A person immediately surfaced in his mind: Qi Ye.
This youth was actually Qi Ye of the Seven Star Tower. Why was he with Feng Xie? Did he not know that Feng Xie's target was the Seven Star Tower? Doubt flashed in his eyes as he intently stared at Liu Liu. xxs壹贰
Liu Liu sighed. It was better to cut the Gordian knot quickly and avoid such prolonged torment. If they weren't tired, she was already exhausted. A playful smile played on her lips as she stared at Bu Xiangyin.
"Since you both claim Miss Bu is your wife, you must know of some special distinguishing mark on your wife. Each of you can write down one characteristic, and then we can have someone examine Miss Bu's body. That way, it will be known whose wife Miss Bu is."
Bu Xiangyin did not expect Liu Liu to come up with such a suggestion. She appeared somewhat surprised, and her expression turned unsightly. This youth was clearly not swayed by her beauty; instead, he seemed to have ulterior motives.
As Liu Liu finished speaking, Feng Xie immediately nodded in agreement. He knew every inch of Liu'er's skin. However, Nangong Yue beside him was clearly in a bind.
Up until now, he and Liu'er had maintained a relationship as pure as ice and water. How would he know of any distinguishing marks on Liu'er's body? This was a terrible idea conceived by this Qi Ye.
Despite his hatred, Nangong Yue strove to remain calm. What if Liu'er had no distinguishing marks at all? Therefore, he should not reveal his true feelings.
The people in the reception hall immediately agreed to this method. Bu Xiangyin calmly instructed her personal maid to bring writing materials, placing them before Nangong Yue and Feng Xie respectively. Both men, with solemn faces, pondered for a moment, then picked up their brushes and wrote on the paper.
Feng Jiu and Dai Mei watched the events unfold with great interest. Liu Liu, however, kept her eyes fixed on Bu Xiangyin. Her strategy was to see Bu Xiangyin flustered, but Bu Xiangyin clearly showed neither panic nor hurry, as if this were her own affair. This made Liu Liu appear somewhat petty.
While Liu Liu was lost in thought, the two men had finished writing. A young maid collected the papers and handed them to Bu Xiangyin. Bu Xiangyin's expression flickered, and her eyes filled with pain as she looked directly at Nangong Yue and spoke sorrowfully.
"Nangong, why did you lie to me? So you are not my husband after all. He is my husband. Look?"
After speaking, Bu Xiangyin pulled at her sleeve. Although this action was somewhat improper, at this moment, to prove she was not favoring anyone, she could not afford to be so cautious.
On the crook of Bu Xiangyin's arm, there was a small red mole. It turned out Feng Xie had written this. Bu Xiangyin immediately recognized Feng Xie as her husband. But why had Nangong lied to her? She was very hurt.
Nangong Yue felt as if his head had exploded. He did not hear a single word of what Bu Xiangyin said next. His heart was filled with intense hatred, and this hatred was directed at Liu Liu, because his intervention had caused him to lose Liu'er.
If looks could kill, Liu Liu would have been killed multiple times by now. However, she shrugged nonchalantly. But regarding the small mole on Bu Xiangyin's arm, she was utterly shocked. Who could imitate someone so perfectly, even knowing a small red mole on her own arm?
If anyone would be familiar, it would be the palace maids who used to attend to her. So, who had leaked her information?
Feng Xie stood up and walked to Bu Xiangyin's side, his dark eyes flashing with ardent affection.
Five years. He had not seen Liu'er for five years. He never dreamed Liu'er was not dead but had ended up in a brothel. Thinking of her amnesia.
Feng Xie secretly made up his mind. Before she regained her memory, he must make her fall in love with him. Only then would she be able to forget that he had drugged her. Feng Xie secretly resolved and reached out towards Bu Xiangyin.
Bu Xiangyin withdrew her gaze from Nangong Yue's face and spoke indifferently.
"Young master, thank you for taking care of Xiangyin all these days. As for the money you paid to redeem Xiangyin, my husband will repay you."
Upon hearing Bu Xiangyin's words, Feng Xie immediately commanded in a deep voice to Yue Ying behind him: "Give a bank note to young master Nangong."
"Yes, Master." Yue Ying immediately presented a bank note worth ten thousand taels. Although he did not know the exact cost of Miss Bu's redemption, ten thousand taels was a substantial sum, which he believed would be sufficient.
Nangong Yue held the bank note in his hand and heard Bu Xiangyin's distant words. His heart began to tremble uncontrollably. His already fair face turned even paler, and his figure swayed twice.