Scheidung ist eine Kleinigkeit

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Feng Xue silently accepted the porridge. Situ Xingyun smiled with delight, but his smile immediately fell. Feng Xue put the porridge aside and scooped up a bowl of plain porridge for herself, then began to drink it.

Situ Xingyun's face was somewhat gloomy. He frowned, turned his head away, scooped up another bowl of congee, and gently placed it in front of Shuangdie. "Die'er, you are weak. Drinking more congee will be good for your health."

Shuangdie raised her eyebrows in delight, her bright silver eyes brimming with joy. She curved her eyebrows into a sweet smile and softly said, "Yes, yes. Thank you, Your Highness." Her satisfied expression was self-evident.

Seeing how easily Shuangdie was satisfied, Situ Xingyun felt a pang of heartache. He glanced at Fengxue on his left and saw her still eating with relish. Situ Xingyun was momentarily speechless with anger.

Hearing the conversation beside her, Feng Xue gently bit her lip, a bitter feeling welling up inside her. She should have known long ago that his sweet words were meant for any woman, and she shouldn't have expected his heart to belong only to her. She should have let go of the past long ago, otherwise, she would have been the one who got hurt the most in the end. She was extremely grateful that she hadn't fallen so deeply back then, and now it would only take a short time for her to get out.

Feng Xue blinked gently, her eyes becoming clear and serene.

Suddenly, she pursed her lips. The teeth marks left by Jun Wuhen were faintly painful, and the porridge was also a little hot.

Just then, Situ Xingyun, who had just turned his head, noticed the teeth marks on Feng Xue's lips, and his eyes suddenly turned deep. He asked casually, "Where did Xue'er go last night?"

Feng Xue was taken aback, then replied calmly, "A walk. Xingyun promised me that I could go for a walk outside the manor in the evening, right?"

"Oh?!" Situ Xingyun raised an eyebrow, "Disperse until after the rooster crows?!"

Feng Xue frowned slightly. "Is it not allowed?" Fortunately, before she went out last night, she deliberately created a false impression to lure the people Situ Xingyun was monitoring her to the dense forest outside the city. "Xingyun is always a man of his word. He won't go back on his promise, will he?"

"...No." His words seemed to carry a hint of gritted teeth.

Ignoring him, Feng Xue continued eating her breakfast.

The air grew heavy, so heavy that it suffocated the servants attending to them. But the person in question continued to eat breakfast with unperturbed contentment.

At this moment, the steward entered with several servants carrying a large box.

"Your Highness, Zhenpinxuan has sent a congratulatory gift to celebrate Your Highness and the Consort."

Then the servants opened the chest, revealing a series of red items: red silk brocade, red peony beaded flowers, auspicious knots symbolizing good fortune... all items to celebrate the wedding.

Situ Xingyun raised an eyebrow and said to Shuangdie, "Die'er, you love red the most. Zhenpinxuan really knows how to find out."

"Are they all for Shuangdie?" Shuangdie raised her eyebrows slightly, her silver eyes sparkling. But the next moment, her gaze dimmed slightly. "Doesn't Your Highness want them?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, she immediately bit her lip in regret, her brows furrowing slightly, making her look pitiful.

Feng Xue remained indifferent, showing no displeasure. After finishing the last mouthful of congee, she slowly said, "I was unable to congratulate Xingyun and my sister yesterday due to feeling unwell, so I specially prepared a wedding gift this morning." She clapped her hands lightly.

The woman in green immediately brought in a carved wooden box. As soon as the box was opened, a fragrant aroma wafted out. Inside was a small red flower with distinct, wrinkled petals. Most striking was a glistening dewdrop on the petal, seemingly real yet unreal, making it impossible to tell.

"This is the Red Beauty Dew Flower, carved by Feng Yuan, the most skilled craftsman in Fengxi. It is a rare find, worth a fortune."

Situ Xingyun's expression was somewhat complicated, but he still ordered the steward to accept the carved wooden box. Seeing the indifference in her eyes, his brows furrowed, and an indescribable gloom rose in his eyes. When his gaze fell again on the teeth marks on her lips, the gloom gradually spread, engulfing his entire body.

He cares so much!

Feng Xue yawned softly and said, "I'm a little tired, I'll go back to Xue Lou to rest first."

After saying that, Qingyi helped Fengxue leave, completely disregarding Situ Xingyun's expression.

"Princess, why send that Red Dew Flower? Didn't you like it very much? It was specially given to you by Feng Yuan for your birthday this year!"

"I don't like it anymore."

"But the princess was playing with that dew flower every day not long ago!" Qingyi said, somewhat puzzled.

"Qingyi, that dew-covered flower is stained with a flaw."

Qingyi paused for a moment, then suddenly realized. She remembered the princess saying that no matter how much the princess liked something, once it was tainted with an indelible flaw, it would become worthless in the princess's eyes.

“Moreover…” Feng Xue stopped in her tracks, looked up, squinted at the distance, and said, “Once you stop liking someone, you can never like them again.”

In the biting cold wind, her voice was so soft that it was swallowed by the wind, and even the man in green beside her could not hear what she was saying.

Qingyi only saw that the princess's eyes were clear and indifferent, just like the day she married into the royal palace.

A cold wind howled, and the woman in green shivered.

This winter seems to be even colder than last winter.

Snow Tower.

The brazier was burning brightly, adding a touch of warmth to the cold weather.

Feng Xue reclined on the chaise lounge, leisurely reading a book, her expression serene and content. A steaming cup of Luohua tea sat on a pearwood table beside the chaise lounge.

The woman in green wore a cheerful smile.

Feng Xue glanced at the cheerful-looking Qingyi beside her, put down her book, and said, "Qingyi, you seem very happy."

The woman in green nodded vigorously, "The princess is the same as before!"

"Oh?!" Feng Xue raised an eyebrow. "Then what was different about me before?"

"Your Highness, you used to spend all your time with the Prince, rarely enjoying such leisurely tea and reading like this." The words had barely left her lips when Qingyi's face immediately fell, a look of regret on her face. Oh no, she'd mentioned the Prince!

Seeing the thoughts on her face, Feng Xue smiled slightly, "It's alright, that's all in the past." She took a sip of tea, feeling warm inside.

"Is the princess really willing to share a husband with that courtesan?!"

Feng Xue was slightly taken aback, her brows furrowing, but in the blink of an eye, she smiled calmly, as if she had seen through the illusions of the world.

She did not answer Qingyi's question and continued reading the book in her hands.

Suddenly, Feng Xue raised her head and asked, "Qingyi, what do you think of Situ Xingyun?"