After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

Yang Xuelian spoke cleverly, as if he was putting himself on a high pedestal and pushing all the blame onto Feng Zhuyue.

He was dressed in a white robe, still spotless. It was only because of his soft heart that he committed such a disaster. Feng Zhuyue was the cruel culprit.

His eyes were as compassionate as those of a god, and he apologized sincerely and was ready to die generously, which made it seem impossible for people to bring themselves to kill him.

Feng Qiwu looked at him with a smile on her face, but her eyes were as cold as ice. She looked so lazy and wanton, as if she could see through everything.

After hearing this, Wen Ranyan couldn't help but sneer and said the mocking words on behalf of Feng Qiwu: "You really have a vicious heart, and you seduced Feng Zhuyue in this way back then?"

Yang Xuelian was slightly startled, and when he glanced sideways, his eyes met Wen Ranyan's.

Fireflies were flowing, shadows were floating, Wen Ranyan was standing on the side in a red dress, her eyes sparkled when she smiled, she was charming, gold ornaments were lingering on her body, the gold pendant on her forehead was shining, and the halo was glowing.

He looked very pleasing, but the words he said and the sharpness in his eyes were not so pleasing.

Yang Xuelian opened her cherry lips slightly and looked around and said, "Did you solve the love poison?"

His light amber eyes fell on her, and for a moment they were filled with inquiry and a hint of sharpness.

When Feng Qiwu saw this, his eyes suddenly turned cold and a murderous aura lingered around him.

Wen Ranyan seemed to be oblivious to the smoke and just followed suit, answering the question irrelevantly: "He trusts you so much now that he wants to run to you when something goes wrong. He must want you to help him with advice. It's obvious that in his heart, the eldest princess is inferior to you."

"And you, in just a few words, pushed all the blame onto him alone. If he knew about this, wouldn't you be afraid that he would be disappointed?"

Her voice was always lazy and gentle, but the treacherous edge hidden in it was like a winter wind, chilling to the bone and merciless.

Yang Xuelian looked at her calmly, a shadow flashed across her amber eyes, and after flickering for a few times, she spoke calmly again: "If he is really so innocent, he wouldn't have such evil thoughts."

His voice was neither hurried nor slow, with a condescending and cold tone. It was unclear whether he was indirectly admitting the mistake or still trying to shift the blame to show that he was soft-hearted and innocent.

Feng Qiwu smiled but didn't smile. After he had a mouth to speak, he was too lazy to speak anymore. However, the sharpness on his brows only increased, like cold frost.

Wen Ranyan smiled at his pale eyes and said slowly, "Although Feng Zhuyue has evil intentions, he is really stupid. He can't think of such a vicious plan. Even if he has some ideas, he is still young and dare not put them into action, unless..."

She paused for a moment on purpose, and saw Yang Xuelian's eyes flicker. Seeing this, she smiled sweetly and continued, "Someone is whispering in his ear day and night, causing his evil thoughts to grow bigger and deeper, until they completely devour him."

"You just mentioned that he always whispered something in your ear. I don't believe you would be soft-hearted and have any sympathy for him. After all, you have been imprisoned here for many years, and it must be the eldest princess's doing. You have been tied up and not seen the sun for so many years. You must be resentful in your heart. How could you really give advice to Feng Zhuyue wholeheartedly? I'm afraid that all these actions are to turn the Feng Mansion upside down."

Her voice is gentle and smiling, but her edge is more obvious.

After listening to this, Yang Xuelian remained expressionless, but there was a hint of gloom in the depths of his eyes.

Wen Ranyan looked at him quietly, a smile passing over the corners of her lips.

What she said just now was not a random guess. Feng Qiwu had been bled here since he was a child, and Yang Xuelian must have been imprisoned here for a longer time.

She just didn't believe that he would not hate or complain, or seek revenge.

The cave is dotted with bright fireflies and brilliant lights.

Yang Xuelian's slender figure was reflected on the stone wall, swaying gracefully, but at this moment, it seemed to have a kind of ferocious and ferocious meaning, like an evil ghost wearing human skin and engraved with immortal bones.

"I am just a prisoner, how can I have the power to change the situation?"

He glanced at Wen Ranyan indifferently, and only for a moment, his eyes met Feng Qiwu's cold eyes again, and he said in a faint voice: "You think too highly of me."

Wen Ranyan smiled and said, "But you do have this ability, and you have already succeeded. Seeing the brothers killing each other, the mother and son becoming enemies, and the Feng Mansion being torn apart, do you feel a sense of accomplishment?"

Hearing this, Yang Xuelian lowered his eyelids slightly and said nothing, looking as calm as the breeze, ethereal and holy.

Feng Qiwu stared at him closely, her eyes were cold and murderous.

Wind and rain blew in the cave, and there was a sudden chilly feeling, as if winter was approaching, lonely and cold.

"We are all thousand-year-old foxes, why do we have to pretend to be innocent?" Feng Qiwu raised his eyelids and said in a faint voice.

Yang Xuelian's eyes moved and suddenly she chuckled, like the melting of a single snowflake, adding a bit of bright color.

"You are indeed much smarter than Feng Zhuyue..."

He no longer pretended to be holy and innocent, but said in a cold voice: "As the Buddha said, you reap what you sow. Jin An has sown what she sowed, so she must deserve the result, isn't it?"

"Besides, Feng Zhuyue is not a kind person. Even if it's not me, there will be others. This kind of situation where brothers kill each other and mothers and sons become enemies will always happen, it's just a matter of sooner or later. What I did was just to bring everything forward."

"If you want to blame someone, blame Jin'an. If she hadn't turned evil into good, these disasters might have been delayed."

Yang Xuelian looked at them quietly, with a faint smile on her lips, her eyes like flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water, so pale that they seemed to be nothingness.