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

Hearing this, the person standing by the window slowly looked back.

Immersed in the sunlight is a handsome face that is ethereal and otherworldly, like a banished immortal, with amber eyes slightly closed, shrouded in the loneliness and indifference of the clear snow on the mountain top.

It was Yang Xuelian.

The man who should have died by the sharp blade and burned to ashes by the fire is still alive and well.

It's really shocking.

"He is indeed innocent, but who says he is Jin'an's child?"

Yang Xuelian glanced at him lightly, and uttered cold words: "As the saying goes, a son pays for a mother's debt. The evil things that Jin An did should be paid for by her two children. Moreover, this action will make her heartbroken, and I will feel more relieved."

His voice became deep and ethereal at this moment, as if there were still some unfinished words lingering in the sound.

It was also his deliberate plan to let Jin'an hear it.

It was becoming increasingly difficult for Feng Zhuyue to accomplish anything, and she was becoming increasingly stupid. He could no longer be relied upon. He had originally thought of using Feng Zhuyue's ambition to manipulate and induce him until he ascended the throne.

After ascending the throne, he used the poisonous insect to make Feng Zhuyue his puppet, while he controlled the entire Beilang behind the scenes. With such a powerful position, he could also control the fragmented Miao Territory in his hands. Not only could he avenge his great hatred, but he could also trample all living beings under his feet. It was truly amazing.

But he never expected that Feng Qiwu would be the variable.

Compared with the idiot Feng Zhuyue, he is smart and bold, vicious and vindictive. He is a man who came out of hell and has no scruples about anything he does.

He suddenly realized that if he stayed in Beilang any longer, he would be killed by Feng Qiwu's sword one day. Instead of trembling with fear, it would be better to take advantage of the situation and take a risky move.

When Feng Qiwu came, he asked Sang Muye to lure Jin'an here, and then used provocative words to make Jin'an feel miserable and filled with hatred. He calculated that Jin'an would kill him, and he also calculated that Feng Qiwu was cold-hearted and would not rescue him.

This knife not only took Jin'an's life, avenging his great hatred, but also allowed him to fake his own death and escape. From then on, there was no such person as Yang Xuelian in their knowledge.

If a gecko can cut off its tail to survive, why can't he?

"Muye, you should always remember that those who want to accomplish great things should not be soft-hearted. When necessary, you should make decisive decisions, even if the means are cruel. I was imprisoned in the cave for more than 20 years because of this kindness. Don't follow in my footsteps."

After he finished speaking, Yang Xuelian looked at Sang Muye steadily. His amber eyes were still indifferent, but under the sunlight, they seemed to be shaking with a pool of coldness, chilling him to the bone in an instant.

Sang Muye's lips moved slightly, and after a long while, he finally responded slowly: "Uncle's teachings, Muye will definitely remember them."

The stars are bright, and the moonlight is gentle.

Wen Ranyan was bored lying on the couch, so she got up and went to the inner room to take a bath.

The bright color of moonlight frost filtered through the carved gauze window. Wen Ranyan walked barefoot on the snow-white velvet carpet on the ground. Her half-dried black hair was casually and lazily draped behind her waist. Her swaying steps seemed to still carry some moisture from the bath. Her charming eyes were hazy and ethereal, and her whole body exuded an utterly gorgeous beauty.

When Feng Qiwu returned after receiving the imperial edict, he saw such a gorgeous scene.

Watching a beauty emerging from the bath under the lamplight is always fascinating.

Wen Ranyan gently lifted the crystal curtain in front of her with her bare hands, and immediately saw Feng Qiwu sitting in front of the carved round table. Her eyes narrowed, and then she saw the bright yellow imperial edict thrown to the side.

She walked closer slowly and said half-jokingly, "How dare you throw away the imperial edict casually? Be careful or you will be punished for disrespect."

Feng Qiwu sipped his hot tea, but his eyes fell on her. It was a light glance, but it was very heavy and intense: "Madam, guess what is written in this imperial edict."

Wen Ranyan lifted her skirt and sat down, looking at him leisurely, her voice hazy and faint: "The decree passed down now is definitely not a good one."

"Tonight, Princess Jin'an suddenly passed away. Feng Zhuyue must have heard the news and was anxious to return to the capital. At that time, the imperial edict arrived. Could it be that Helian Xiao wanted to use this as an excuse to label Feng Zhuyue a traitor and ask you to lead the troops to eliminate her?"

Feng Qiwu held the teacup in her hand, raised her eyes slightly, and the fierceness in her eyes became stronger: "Madam, you are really very smart."

Wen Ranyan stroked the white jade cup in front of her, her soft voice suddenly becoming long and deep: "This move of his is really insidious. He wants you to kill each other, while he kills two birds with one stone in the dark."

"In this way, the two hidden dangers will be completely eliminated. I am so happy." She raised her eyes and glanced at Feng Qiwu as if teasing him.

Feng Qiwu seemed to have an idea in mind. Her eyes were terribly dark, but a faint smile still hung on the corners of her lips: "Happy? After all, you won't be happy for many days."

After he finished speaking, he drank the tea in the cup. There was an extremely cold tone in his light and leisurely voice, just like the frost in winter, which was so bleak and chilling that it made people feel cold.

Wen Ranyan seemed to sense something, and waved the white jade cup in her hand fearlessly. After a while, she asked casually, "When are you going to leave?"

Feng Qiwu leaned lightly on the side of the round table, with a lazy smile and a bit of arrogance: "The imperial edict means that I should send troops to Lingnan tonight, but I just don't want to fulfill Helian Xiao's wishes. It won't be too late to set off tomorrow morning."

"You care so much about me, do you want to go on the expedition with me?"

After saying that, Feng Qiwu suddenly raised his eyes and looked at her. The dark color in his eyes was like a beast locking onto its prey, scorching and intimidating.

Hearing this, Wen Ranyan put down the white jade cup and said with a sweet smile: "How can a delicate and tender person like me endure the hardship of going to war? As for me, I will naturally stay in the mansion, looking forward to your triumphant return every day."

Her voice was like a handful of natural hooks; just ordinary words could make one's spine numb.

"really?"

Feng Qiwu approached her suddenly, pressed her to one side, and as he leaned over, he lifted her chin up, forcing her to look at him, and a faint smile followed.

"You're not hiding some bad intentions, are you? In a scene like this, wouldn't you be curious and come over?"

Wen Ranyan raised her bare hands and held his fingers lightly, smiling more tenderly: "I am not interested in the excitement of a known ending. It is better to stay in this mansion and be comfortable and happy."

As she finished speaking, her eyelashes lowered and a glimmer of light seemed to flash across her eyes, so fast that it was impossible to catch it.

Feng Qiwu stared at her, her eyes were frighteningly deep, as if there were surging waves in them, making it hard to understand for a moment.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a sense of shock.

He always felt that Wen Ranyan was not the kind of person who could stay well in the mansion and be obedient.

But looking at it this way, there's nothing wrong with it.

Feng Qiwu's eyes were dark red, and the inexplicable irritability in his heart made him feel violent, but he did not show it. He still smiled lazily and casually, but the force he held on her chin became a little stronger.

He leaned over, pressed his lips to her forehead, and whispered softly, "I hope that when I return triumphantly, I will be able to see you standing outside the gate of the mansion, waiting for my return."

"…You know, a bad bird will be locked in a cage."

The paranoid, low, cold voice, like the sound of a devil, echoed in her ears over and over again, like a threat, but also like a greedy plea.

Wen Ranyan lowered her eyes slightly and said nonchalantly: "Okay."