Feng Ling maintained her humble posture, "I am truly quite badly injured. If I were to ride a horse back, I wouldn't be able to bear it…"
"The carriage is large enough. You may rest here quietly."
Feng Ye Xuan's voice remained cold. Feng Ling noticed that when he looked at Chu Qian Li, his gaze was unspeakably gentle.
But whenever he spoke to her, his attitude was extremely indifferent.
Feng Ling was still unwilling to give up and murmured softly, "Ye Xuan, you weren't like this with me before."
"Feng Xi is your sister, isn't she?" Feng Ye Xuan slowly raised his gaze, then lowered it again.
It fell upon Feng Ling's face.
Feng Ling's entire body tensed.
She had anticipated this question before coming up, knowing it was unavoidable.
Feng Ye Xuan hadn't asked earlier because his focus was entirely on Chu Qian Li, who was poisoned and unconscious.
Now that she had presented herself before him, he couldn't avoid asking.
"Do you have the antidote?" Feng Ye Xuan's gaze grew increasingly frigid. "As long as you hand over the antidote, this matter will be forgotten, and I will not hold you accountable."
"Ye Xuan!" Feng Ling, despite bearing immense pressure, knew that she was still at the very center of his heart.
Regardless of whether their feelings remained, a sense of responsibility must still be there!
As long as she remained firm in her stance, Feng Ye Xuan would never truly harm her!
"Although Feng Xi is my sister, she always acts according to the尊主's (Zun Zhu's) words. She never listens to me."
"Ye Xuan, you were by the尊主's (Zun Zhu's) side, you must have seen Feng Xi. When did you ever see Feng Xi willing to listen to me?"
"Moreover, Feng Xi has always been arrogant and proud, wishing to constantly earn merit in front of the尊主 (Zun Zhu). She even despises me for performing better than her in front of the尊主 (Zun Zhu)."
"Ye Xuan, under such circumstances, how could Feng Xi have told me what poison she used?"
Feng Ye Xuan remained silent.
He had indeed seen Feng Xi by Hua Rong's side, and he had also seen Feng Xi, in her eagerness to gain favor, speak ill of Feng Ling in front of Hua Rong.
While many memories were still somewhat unclear to him, he wouldn't forget what he had witnessed.
"If that were not the case, do you think I would have allowed you to live until now?"
"Ye Xuan?" Feng Ling looked up, meeting his gaze, her expression filled with astonishment.
It was shock, and also disbelief!
"You… you mean, you already have murderous intent towards me?"
Feng Ling felt weak all over and slumped back into the carriage. Tears streamed down her face as she shook her head.
"Ye Xuan, when did you… change your heart? Why are you treating me like this?"
The carriage began to move. Everyone was preparing to depart.
Feng Ye Xuan continued to stare at Feng Ling's face, his eyes gradually narrowing.
At first glance, this face was familiar. Upon closer inspection, it seemed somewhat strange.
He felt it should be familiar, after all, her face had always lingered in his mind.
Yet, inexplicably, it felt strange because, although he knew she was in his heart, he often forgot what she looked like.
To be precise, he couldn't clearly see the face that belonged to her in his mind.
It was a very peculiar feeling.
"Ye Xuan, you like Chu Qian Li, I don't mind. But I am your woman!"
Feng Ling lowered her eyelids, tears tracing paths down her cheeks.
"Men in ordinary families also have multiple wives and concubines. Moreover, you are a noble and unparalleled prince."
She seemed despairing, yet also deeply resigned.
Her voice was hoarse, filled with such sorrow, "From the day I followed you, I had this understanding. If you were to fall for another woman in the future, I would also fulfill your wish. But I only ask… that you don't abandon me."