Female Master: The Cold Prince

Xiahou Nuanxi looked at him deeply, trying to see a trace of sadness and reluctance in Wen Jueshang's eyes after the engagement was broken off.

However, no.

There was only indifference and alienation in his eyes.

"Why, haven't you ever felt the slightest bit of affection in your heart?"

Wen Jueshang's eyes moved slightly, "Yes."

His heart has been given to another person without reservation and there is no room for anyone else.

Xiahou Nuanxi closed her eyes in disappointment, trying hard to suppress her emotions that were about to collapse.

"I want to know, why?"

Why can't he see her good side and remain indifferent?

Wen Jueshang slightly turned his body and said, "There is no reason, Your Highness, you are outstanding, and there are many outstanding men who admire you around you. Why must Your Highness, Your Highness, be obsessed with Jueshang?

Your Highness, a forced melon is not sweet. Why don't you turn around and take a look? Perhaps in a place where you haven't noticed, there is a man who is as deeply in love as you are, looking up at you. "

Speaking of this, Wen Jueshang couldn't help but think of his former best friend, who turned against him for a woman who didn't love him.

Xiahou Nuanxi looked at him with bloodshot eyes and said in a low voice, "What about you?"

What's the difference between her and me?

Isn't it just as he said, unwilling to look back?

Wen Jueshang was stunned for a moment, frowning slightly, "I am different from Your Highness."

"Really?" She didn't believe it.

"Your Highness, if you don't believe me, forget it. Jueshang has already said this much, and there is no point in saying more."

After he finished speaking, Wen Jueshang took the jade hairpin from Rongze and returned it to her.

Seeing such a familiar jade hairpin, a trace of pain flashed across Xiahou Nuanxi's eyes.

"Are you really going to be so heartless?"

She had searched almost all over the capital to find this jade hairpin. It not only contained all her admiration, but also her lifelong wish.

Now, it was ruthlessly rejected, and Xiahou Nuanxi couldn't accept it.

"Yes." Wen Jueshang said without any hesitation.

If you're going to break up, break up completely.

Xiahou Nuanxi unconsciously clenched her fists. The jade hairpin in her hand suddenly had several noticeable cracks on it. A tear silently slid down the corners of her red eyes.

For the first time, I cried for a man.

Wen Jueshang had already turned around and didn't want to look at her embarrassing scene.

"Okay, I get it, but I will never give up easily." After saying that, he left without looking back.

Wen Jueshang shook his head and sighed, and said: "Rongze, you should get ready later and set off tonight to go to Hanguang Temple to pray for your father."

Rong Ze was shocked when he heard this, "Young Master?!"

Are you serious, sir?

Are you sure it's not to avoid the wise king?

The next day.

The news that Wen Jueshang was heading to Hanguang Temple spread throughout the capital, sparking countless discussions.

Some people think that Wen Jueshang is extremely filial and has demonstrated with his actions the virtue of "filial piety is the first of all virtues."

Some people also thought that Wen Jueshang's move was nothing more than to cancel the engagement and express his extreme disappointment with the virtuous king, so he went to Hanguang Temple to take shelter temporarily.

When Xiahou Nuanxi received the news, it was too late and the people had already left the capital.

"Do you think you can get rid of me completely like this?"

wishful thinking.

Xiahou Nuanxi's eyes were dark, and it seemed that something had changed in them.

"Master, do you want to chase after him?" the shadow guard asked uncertainly. If they rode faster, they would definitely be able to catch up with him.

"No need to chase him. As long as Prime Minister Wen is still here, he will come back one day."

She had just been granted marriage, and all eyes were on her. She couldn't leave at this time.

The matter of Wen Jueshang's departure had not been discussed for long before it was suppressed by another piece of news.

The wedding date of the Prince of Nanyang and Prince Yongxian has arrived.

The Prince of Nanyang was ill.

The disease was severe, he coughed up blood every day, and he was even so sick that he couldn't get out of bed and walk, and he almost died.

After the Yongxian Palace learned the news, Feng Qingxiu's eyes instantly turned red with anxiety, and she insisted on meeting the Prince of Nanyang at all costs.

At this time, Yu Suyuan was lying on the bed with a pale and bloodless face. He had suffered from illness for several days. He was dying, his face was haggard, and he was almost unrecognizable.

Seeing Yu Suyuan looking so haggard, Feng Qingxiu found it hard to connect the man in front of her with the handsome man in her memory.

"How could this happen?" She questioned Guan Yawen with red eyes.

How could someone who was full of life a month ago suddenly become seriously ill?

"Ms. Feng..." Yu Suyuan opened his eyes with difficulty.

Feng Qingxiu was stunned and hurriedly sat down beside the bed.

"Sir."

The corners of Yu Suyuan's lips curved slightly, and his pale, sickly face gave people an inexplicable sense of weirdness.

Feng Qingxiu was stunned and looked away unconsciously.

Yu Suyuan did not miss the flash of panic in Feng Qingxiu's eyes, "Ms. Feng, why are you here?"

Hearing this, Feng Qingxiu finally remembered the important matter.

"I heard you were sick, and I came to see you out of concern. How did you suddenly get sick when you were fine?"

"To be honest, I have been diagnosed with a terminal illness and there is no cure." Yu Suyuan's voice was as soft as a mosquito, and there was no light in his eyes.

Hearing this, Feng Qingxiu's face changed drastically.

"Terminal illness? How could that be!"

The wedding date is in three days, but the fiancé tells her that he has a terminal illness?

Feng Qingxiu felt like the sky was falling!

"The wedding date..."

Can it still be held as scheduled?

Yu Suyuan called Guan Yawen to help him sit up, "Miss Feng, I'm sorry for you. I am not lucky enough to be Miss Feng's husband. Let's cancel the engagement!"

Marriage canceled?

That was a marriage granted by His Majesty, how can it be cancelled?

Feng Qingxiu retorted instinctively, "Impossible. I asked His Majesty for the engagement. You are the only husband I want to marry in this life, and the first person I have ever fallen in love with. How can you cancel it?"

Yu Suyuan's eyes flickered slightly, "As a dying man, it is a relief to hear these words from Miss Feng.

Miss Feng is young and beautiful, and she can find any kind of husband. You must not let your good marriage be ruined because of me. Miss Feng and I are not destined to be together in this life, and it is difficult for us to be together. It is better to cancel the engagement and make it possible for you and me to meet each other."

Without waiting for Feng Qingxiu to say anything, Yu Suyuan continued, "Ms. Feng, now you can see that I am already a dying man, and my appearance has faded. I really don't want Miss Feng to marry such a person. It's not worth it."

Feng Qingxiu fell silent suddenly. Yu Suyuan was right. She was in the prime of her youth. How could she possibly marry a dying man?

Then I thought of the past and couldn't bring myself to say yes.

a long time.

Feng Qingxiu walked towards the palace in a distraught manner as if she had compromised, but she could not get over the hurdle in her heart.

"Your humble servant Feng Qingxiu begs Your Majesty to cancel the engagement!"

Feng Qingxiu had just entered the palace not long ago, and the news of the broken engagement spread like wildfire to every corner of the harem.

The empress was furious and immediately summoned Prince Yongxian into the palace and sent the imperial physician to the prince's residence for a medical consultation.