Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress

She screamed out of control, so scared that her soul almost flew away.

Seeing that she was so afraid of him, Mo Zili felt extremely uncomfortable. He stood up and hurriedly comforted her softly and said: "Xiangyun, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. I just want to see you. I heard that you sick……"

Xiangyun hid in the corner and said in a panic: "You leave, who cares about you? Haven't we already reconciled? I have nothing to do with you anymore, leave quickly, I don't want to see you! Cui!" Screen----Cuixi----"

Xiangyun shouted, throwing pillows and quilts at Mo Zili defensively.

Mo Zili stood by the couch, neither hiding nor dodging. He let the pillows and quilts hit him, but he had the strength to dodge.

The words "harmony" and "no connection" were like sharp knives, piercing his heart deeply or shallowly. The pain made him breathless and his face turned pale.

He raised his eyes, looked at the frightened Xiangyun, and said painfully: "I know that I have sinned deeply. If you are angry with me, you can hit me or scold me. If you still feel that you can't forgive your hatred, you can stab me a few times." , Just Xiangyun, please give me a chance and let us start over, okay? This time, I promise not to hurt you at all. I will listen to you no matter what you want. As long as you get back together with me, I……"

"Don't even think about it!"

Xiangyun interrupted him forcefully. She was afraid of him and it was too late to hide from him. How could she get back together with him? Even if a knife was put to her neck, she wouldn't do it.

"Mo Zili, stop dreaming. I, Wu Xiangyun, would rather die than get back together with you. Absolutely not. Get out and don't let me see you again, or I will call someone. Go, go----" "

Mo Zili staggered and took two steps back. He looked up at her with a painful expression: "Xiangyun, are you really unwilling to forgive me? Are you unwilling to even give me a chance?"

Xiangyun composed himself and said categorically: "No, absolutely not, Mo Zili, you better go, stop thinking about these unrealistic things, and don't appear in front of me again in the future. OK?"

Mo Zili didn't answer, just lowered his eyes and smiled bitterly.

What should I do if I don't appear in front of her and my internal organs hurt even more when I think about her? It's been a month, which is longer than a lifetime for him. Every day without her is bleak for him. He has had enough of this kind of life of a walking dead. The reason why he bought someone in Jian'an Marquis Mansion , inquire about her information, do these things that he didn't even bother to do in the past, not because he couldn't let her go. He also wanted to have the guts to leave and never have anything to do with her again, but if he couldn't do it, what should he do?

"Miss, why are you...ah, Master----"

Cuiping and Cuixi ran in. When they saw Mo Zili, they were both shocked.

Just now, they thought the young lady was asleep, so they hurried to have a meal. However, when they came back, they heard noises in the young lady's meditation room. When they rushed in, they found Mo Zili who had sneaked in at some point.

Both girls were anxious. The young lady was of a peaceful nature and had a poor reputation. If another man appeared in her room, it would have a fatal impact on her reputation.

The reputation of the young lady cannot be damaged in the slightest. Since the young lady and Li returned to the house, the aunts and concubines in the mansion have been gossiping about the young lady openly and secretly. Especially the third daughter of Aunt Hua, Wu Xiangling, was already betrothed. When the family heard that Xiangyun had reconciled with the son of Duke Li Guo, they actually came to cancel the marriage with the third lady.

The third young lady had nowhere to vent her grievances. She would speak ill of Xiangyun when she saw anyone, and would say anything about it, trying to squeeze her to death. Xiangyun knew that he had implicated her, so he didn't care about her and stayed alone. She endured it silently. If it weren't for the excessive psychological pressure, she wouldn't have become so ill and couldn't get up for half a month.