In the past, when she made such a fuss, Sima Ye would always give in. But today, he remained motionless, slowly opened his eyes, his gaze unfathomable, his lips tightly pressed together. He stared at Liu Feixue without moving, as if looking at a stranger. This look terrified Liu Feixue, and she couldn't help but cry.
"Sima Ye, what's wrong with you? Have you taken the wrong medicine? Why are you staring at me like that?"
Liu Feixue was crying, and Feng Qian, who was in the private room, couldn't help but get angry and started cursing.
"Jiang Feixue, what kind of thing are you? How dare you cry and make a scene in front of my royal brother like a shrew? Do you think that by drugging my royal brother and causing him to lose his memory, he will never remember you again? You're dreaming."
Upon hearing Feng Qian's words, Liu Feixue was greatly surprised. She hadn't noticed Feng Qian before, but now, upon hearing her words and opening her tear-filled eyes, she finally recognized the person before her. It was none other than Feng Qian, the eldest daughter of the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty. This woman who had run away from her arranged marriage was actually here! No wonder Sima Ye had been acting mysteriously lately; it turned out that Feng Qian had found him. Thinking of this, Liu Feixue panicked. Could it be that Sima Ye had remembered the past? No, she didn't believe it.
Liu Feixue's lips trembled uncontrollably. She covered her mouth and shook her head: "No, who are you? Who are you? I don't know you."
"Jiang Feixue, you really have a bad memory. Your father, Jiang Batian, almost killed my brother. Now he has installed Prince Shou as emperor, but he controls the court. You are just as despicable as your father. You actually drugged my brother, causing him to lose his memory and live with you in this small place."
"No, no, this isn't true, you're talking nonsense, you're spouting lies, there's no such thing as your imperial brother here," she said, looking fearfully at Sima Ye, afraid he would believe Feng Qian's words, shaking her head repeatedly, "Sima Ye, don't believe what others say, I am your wife, and I'm carrying our child, don't believe these people's schemes. They have a grudge against our Liu family, naturally they can't stand to see us doing well, that's why they're trying to frame me. Sima Ye, haven't I treated you well these past six months? Aren't we loving? Please don't fall for the tricks of these bad people."
Liu Feixue rushed to Sima Ye's side and held him tightly, hoping he would nod in agreement with her words. Unfortunately, she did not wait. Instead, Sima Ye stared at her with his deep eyes as if she were a stranger, and then slowly spoke.
"Jiang Feixue, I remember now, I remember everything. It turns out you were the one who drugged me. You used drugs to control me, preventing me from remembering everything from the past, from living with you in Shuangxi Town. It turns out that all of this was fake. I am still the former emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Feng Zixiao."
Sima Ye finished speaking calmly, a hint of heartache on his face.
He had always regarded Jiang Feixue as his wife, and he never expected that the truth hidden in the end would be like this. It would be a lie to say that he was not heartbroken.
Liu Feixue was somewhat caught off guard, so Sima Ye—no, Feng Zixiao—brushed her aside like dust, and her body fell to the side. Inside the private room, everyone looked at her with complicated expressions, unable to tell whether it was sympathy, pity, or mockery. In short, everyone's eyes were unpredictable, and no one spoke up for her, as if they were watching a joke.
Jiang Feixue never expected Feng Zixiao to be so ruthless, making her feel so humiliated in front of others. She was heartbroken. She remembered how she had knelt before her father and brother, begging desperately for his life. Did he want her father and brother to destroy him and his empire? She didn't want that. She also wanted to be a dignified concubine. But her father's decision was final. The only thing she could do was save his life. The amnesia drug was administered under her father's supervision. Only after her father confirmed that he had truly lost his memory did he spare him and agree to let her take him away from the capital to live in anonymity in this remote town.
Who would have thought that in the end, she would receive such a contemptuous look from him? She was also a favored daughter of heaven, and everything she had was the best from childhood to adulthood. For him, she was willing to give up all that wealth and be with him. Was it all for this humiliation?
"Feng Zixiao, if it weren't for me, you would have been dead long ago. Is this how you repay me?"
Jiang Feixue knew that Feng Zixiao had regained his memory, and she didn't want to pretend anymore. She looked up, her eyes blurred with tears, at the man sitting in the seat. Just a moment ago he was her husband, but now he looked at her as if she were a stranger. There was hatred in his deep eyes. She was still carrying his child.
"Feng Zixiao, have you forgotten our child? He's still here!"
She began to cry and plead, gasping for breath.
Feng Zixiao's brows furrowed slightly, but at that moment, Feng Qian cried out, "Royal brother, she is Jiang Batian's daughter. Have you forgotten that Jiang Batian destroyed your throne? Father passed the throne to you hoping that you would lead the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty to a prosperous life. But right now, the Great Zhou Dynasty is in chaos. If you don't reclaim the throne, I'm afraid the Great Zhou Dynasty will soon fall into chaos, and then the whole world will be in turmoil. How can you face Father and the people of the world?"
Feng Qian's righteous and stern words brought Feng Zixiao to his senses. That's right, there was no longer any possibility between him and Jiang Feixue. He and Jiang Batian had a tough battle to fight. The Feng family and the Jiang family were sworn enemies.
With this thought, a layer of frost settled on Feng Zixiao's handsome and noble face, and he looked at Jiang Feixue with an extremely gloomy expression.
“Jiang Feixue, there is no possibility between us anymore. The child cannot be kept. He will only suffer more if he is born, because the Feng family and the Jiang family are sworn enemies.”
After he finished speaking, he didn't even look at Jiang Feixue, who was lying paralyzed on the ground. Jiang Feixue didn't expect him to be so heartless, completely disregarding the kindness of her saving him and the child in her womb. Hatred welled up in her heart, and her eyes turned a bewitching red as she looked at Feng Zixiao, then at Feng Qian, and finally swept her gaze across the people in the private room. All of them deserved to die.
"You, you are all so hateful."
After she finished speaking, she struggled to get up, but because she had been too excited, her stomach cramped. Jiang Feixue couldn't help but cover her stomach in fear. She was really looking forward to the arrival of this child.
"No, my stomach hurts so much."
She clutched her stomach in pain, then struggled to look at Feng Zixiao: "Save the child, save our child."
She burst into tears, her fingers digging tightly into her flesh. She was terrified that she wouldn't be able to keep the baby. She could feel him slipping away from her body. Although she hated Feng Zixiao now, she also truly loved him very much, ever since she was very young. God, please save my child. If it is destined that we cannot be together, please save my child.
But it seemed that God did not hear her pleas. She felt hot liquid flowing out from below her body. She was in great pain and reached out to grab Feng Zixiao.
"Ye, save our child. Save her."
Inside the private room, only her pitiful, animal-like cries could be heard, so low and filled with fear and unease. Looking at her like this, Hai Ling couldn't help but think of the child in her own womb. As a mother, that maternal love was very strong, especially since she loved Feng Zixiao. That's why she was so afraid at this moment. Compared to Jiang Feixue, Feng Zixiao was much more indifferent and remained motionless.
The reason he didn't move was because Jiang Feixue used to use this trick to scare him all the time, so he was used to it and simply ignored her.
However, Hai Ling and the others noticed that Jiang Feixue's complexion was off, and she seemed to have gone limp, leaning to one side.
Hai Ling immediately ordered Shi Mei, "Quickly investigate and see what's going on?"
Shi Mei obeyed the order and went over. Before she even got close, she saw a pool of blood at Jiang Feixue's feet, which was slowly increasing in amount. She was shocked and quickly squatted down to examine her. Then she stood up and looked at Hai Ling: "She miscarried. She lost the baby."
Jiang Feixue, who was almost unconscious, couldn't help but scream when she heard that the child was gone.
No, that won't happen.
Its voice was extremely mournful, like that of a wounded mother wolf, filled with despair and pain.
After she screamed, she could no longer bear it and fainted. Hai Ling glanced at Feng Zixiao. The man showed a moment of emotion, but then returned to his cold and indifferent self, speaking indifferently.
"This child should never have been born. Let it be lost."
This man is truly ruthless. If he had hesitated or made things difficult for her, she would have thought it was only natural. But he didn't even flinch before uttering those chilling words. In truth, Jiang Feixue saved his life. Others may hate or despise her, but he cannot. At the very least, he should be in a difficult position.
Hai Ling sighed inwardly and instructed Shi Mei, "Help her get treated, and then give her some medicine."
For a mother who has just lost her child, it is impossible to be cruel or indifferent.
Feng Qian, standing to one side, also fell silent. After all, the child in Jiang Feixue's womb was of the Feng family's bloodline, yet it had to be miscarried at this time. Perhaps it was all fate, but she still couldn't bear it, so she didn't say anything.
Shi Mei instructed Shi Lan to carry Jiang Feixue out and find another place to clean her up.
In the private room, Hai Ling looked at Feng Zixiao and Feng Qian and slowly asked, "What are your plans next?"
As soon as she spoke, Feng Zixiao looked over, his gaze falling on her beautiful face. He stared at her as if in a dream, and after a long while, he finally spoke: "Ling'er, why did you come here?"
He remembered Hailin and recalled his past entanglements with her, which filled him with regret.
"I've come to seek revenge on Jiang Batian. We should head back to the capital. What are your plans?"