Scheidung ist eine Kleinigkeit

Kapitel 55

Maple leaves fluttered in front of the grave, carrying a reddish melancholy, as if reenacting the red plague of yesteryear.

Suddenly, Shuangdie seemed to remember something and asked, "Is Your Highness sure that Father and Mother are really not here?"

“Impossible,” Situ Xingyun said decisively. “Because of the fear of the plague spreading again, almost everyone in Xicheng who was infected with the plague was burned. But during that plague back then, almost everyone in Xicheng died. When I entered Xicheng, it was desolate everywhere.”

Shuangdie tilted her head, looked at the four graves, and suddenly said, "If the prince's second brother were still alive, then the prince would not be without relatives in the world." She blinked and continued, "Die'er remembers that the prince had a 'heart' character on his chest."

"Ha, every child of the Situ family has this word on their heart. It was tattooed on by my father using the Situ family's ancestral tattooing technique, and it can never be erased in this lifetime. My father once told me that you should do things according to your heart."

Shuangdie's eyes held a hint of regret, and her voice was low, "If Your Highness's second brother were still alive, it would be easier to find him. Then Your Highness wouldn't be all alone." Suddenly, her voice became unusually firm, "Your Highness, Die'er will always be with you. I promise!"

A soft spot appeared in Situ Xingyun's eyes, gently stirred by her words, rippling across his face. He gently pulled her into his arms, his movements incredibly tender.

When the attendants in the distance saw this scene, they all looked at each other with concern. Feng Xue, however, did not pay much attention to what was happening around her. Her gaze was still on the four tombs in front of her, turning back and forth. Suddenly, she noticed that the tombstone of Situ Xingyun's second brother read, "Situ Xingzhi's birth time is unknown, and he died in June of the 215th year of Fengxi."

Unknown? !

Volume One: A Female Scholar Named Qingyun Worships Among the People (4)

A hint of mockery flashed in Feng Xue's eyes. It seemed that Situ Xingyun's relationship with his family wasn't very close. She remembered that her father had once sent people to investigate Situ Xingyun's background, and the only thing they found was that he had risen step by step to the rank of general, and then prince.

It's really not easy without any background or support!

This is something that Feng Xue admires.

After glancing at the person beside her, Feng Xue turned around and said in a light voice, "The worship is over. I'm going to take a walk in the maple forest." Then she called Qingyi over, and before Situ Xingyun could react, Feng Xue and Qingyi had already entered the maple forest.

When Situ Xingyun finally reacted, his hand holding Shuangdie trembled slightly, and his face paled for a moment. He quickly instructed his attendants not far away, "There are many thieves in the Maple Forest. All of you go and protect the Princess."

The lead attendant seemed hesitant. "What about the prince and the concubine?"

"Quickly! If anything happens to the Princess Consort, I will make you all pay with your lives!" Situ Xingyun's voice was almost a roar.

The attendants, who had never seen the prince in anger, turned pale with fright and immediately turned to chase after the princess who was gradually disappearing into the maple forest.

Shuangdie lowered her head, feeling Situ Xingyun's trembling hands. She bit her lip tightly, her silver eyes churning with turbulent waves. But when she raised her head, the waves in her eyes disappeared, replaced by a calm, silvery lake. She said softly, "Your Highness, don't worry, the Princess will be alright."

Situ Xingyun stared at the dense maple trees, his eyes filled with a fiery red glow. He was completely oblivious to Shuangdie's voice. At that moment, his heart was entirely focused on the woman who had entered the maple forest.

"Your Highness..."

At the same time, a heart-wrenching scream echoed through the maple forest. Situ Xingyun's face immediately turned ashen. He released Shuangdie's hands from his waist and used his lightness skill to quickly fly into the forest. At that moment, Situ Xingyun completely forgot about Shuangdie's presence beside him.

When Situ Xingyun arrived at the place where the scream came from, he found that the scream was made by Qingyi seeing the frozen snake on the ground, while the person he was worried about was leisurely admiring the maple leaves.

Only then did Situ Xingyun's tense heart finally relax. His complexion returned to normal, and his eyes became as deep and unfathomable as ever. He said to the attendants who arrived later, "You go back and protect the concubine. I can handle things here."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Situ Xingyun looked at Feng Xue, who was still admiring the maple leaves. After a long while, all his helplessness turned into a long sigh. He took off his eggplant-colored fox fur cloak and draped it over Feng Xue. "Xue'er, take care of yourself."

His sudden approach made Feng Xue feel slightly uncomfortable, and the scent of rouge emanating from him disgusted her. Feng Xue took a few steps back without showing any emotion, widening the distance between them.

"Thank you, Xingyun."

Seeing that her expression remained indifferent, Situ Xingyun felt somewhat annoyed. "Xue'er, I've already made concessions."

Feng Xue was slightly taken aback. She raised her head and stared at him intently. She said, word by word, "Sometimes, once something is over, it's over and can never be the same again."

A gentle breeze stirred, causing maple leaves, Feng Xue's flowing black hair, and her snow-white skirt to flutter. The three colors—red like fire, white like snow, and black like ink—intertwined, forming a dense net that obscured Situ Xingyun's vision. In that instant, Situ Xingyun felt as if a colossal net truly stood between them, a net that could never be torn apart.

He quickly reached out, wanting to embrace her tightly, just to prove her presence. However, his outstretched hand grasped only a fiery red maple leaf.

The maple leaves were as red as blood, as if telling him this cruel truth.

Situ Xingyun tossed aside the maple leaf in his hand, looked closely, and realized that Feng Xue had already walked back. A strange smile curved his lips—there was nothing in this world that he couldn't have, only things he didn't want!

He quickened his pace and walked towards Fengxue.

Behind him seemed to be a giant dragon soaring into the sky, whipping up a huge whirlwind, causing maple leaves on the ground to flutter and dance in the air, proclaiming his undeniable domineering aura.

Maple leaves still danced in front of the grave, and two butterflies stood there, their silver eyes watching Situ Xingyun's disappearing figure, a deep silver light flashing across their faces.

At this moment, the attendant returned to Shuangdie's side. Seeing someone arrive, Shuangdie smiled and gently asked, "Is Your Highness alright?"

"Reporting to the Princess Consort, all is well," the head attendant replied, bowing his head. "His Highness has instructed that the Princess Consort be invited to wait for him in the carriage."

"Alright." Shuangdie nodded gently, her lotus-like steps carrying her towards the carriage. Suddenly, she stopped, turned around, and asked the woman in green at the back, "Qingyi, what does the Princess Consort like most?"

The woman in green looked at her warily, but due to her status, she had no choice but to reply, "The princess doesn't have anything she particularly likes."

"Qingyi, I meant no harm. I just wanted to get along better with the Princess." Shuangdie's eyes gleamed with a silver light, which was quite captivating.

Qingyi inwardly grimaced, but she still kept her head down and respectfully replied, "Princess Consort, the princess does not have anything she particularly likes." When she said "consort," Qingyi emphasized it.

Anyone with eyes could understand the meaning behind her words, but at this moment, Shuangdie chuckled softly, her voice clear and crisp, "Qingyi really likes the Princess!"

"Of course!" Qingyi looked up. "The princess is of noble birth, a talented woman blessed with the fortune of the world. She is of high status and polite to others. Naturally, I like the princess."

Shuangdie covered her mouth and smiled, her face showing no displeasure. Her silver eyes sparkled like stars as she said, "Indeed! The Princess's status is so noble that no woman in the world can compare to her!"

After speaking, Shuangdie turned around and got into the carriage.

Shuangdie lay on the soft couch with her eyes closed, her long eyelashes casting a shadow. As she opened her eyes, a sharp silver light flashed and disappeared.