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In the room, Feng Xiwu was sure that after he left the room, he slowly sat up.

Suddenly, she gave a self-deprecating smile. Didn't Sima Xiang promise Zhuo Wenjun that he would not disappoint her? In the end, when he got rich, didn't he still want to get a concubine?

Sima Xianruo and Zhuo Wenjun still had some feelings for each other, and what right did she have to ask him not to take in a concubine?

The words of a man were not to be trusted, as her father had taught her.

Feng Xiwu never understood that her father was also a man, why would he teach her own men not to believe everything she said? Perhaps, she really shouldn't believe everything she said.

After thinking alone for a long time, she felt a tightness in her chest and wanted to go out to get some fresh air. However, her hand that was placed beside the bed accidentally touched a piece of movable wood.

Feng Xiwu curiously bent over to check. There was indeed a piece of wood at the place where her finger touched, but why couldn't she open it?

As she pondered on it, Feng Xiwu quickly got up and put on his shoes, then rapped them on the ground. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't button them, the pain in her fingers was unbearable.

After tormenting herself for around half an hour, Feng Xiwu finally lost patience and fiercely stomped on the ground. Unexpectedly, the wooden board beneath her feet fell and the log came out by itself.

Overjoyed, Feng Xiwu hurriedly went to see what was really contained in the mysterious box.

A small, pink perfume bag was quietly lying inside.

Feng Xiwu picked up the item and scrutinized it, no matter how she looked at it, it did not look like a man's item, could it be that it belonged to Prince Jing's lover?

However, this needle technique was really not that good. It was actually this cloth, Soft Mist, her favorite material.

Sure enough, men were not to be trusted.

If the one he loved came back, would he abandon her?

Forget it, let's not think about it anymore. What nonsense, once his father's goal had been achieved, she would let him divorce her. As for other matters, she would not meddle in them, nor did she wish to do anything about them.

In between the pavilions, Qu Jingxi was dressed in profound color, his long body was straight and straight. One of his hands was holding onto a folding fan, and occasionally, a cool breeze would blow by the lakeside, causing his ink-colored hair to fly up with the wind.

When he was in the room earlier, he had said all the good stuff, but he didn't hear Feng Xiwu's voice at all. The irritation in his heart rose as he smelled that her breathing was calmer, and once he left his room, he thought about what had happened with Lu Wanru, and also thought about how some people tried to stop him when he was trying to marry Feng Xiwu.

Since when did the person he wanted to marry have to be judged by others?

When had the person he cared about become so far away from him?

"Wu, have you really forgotten?"

After a long while, Qu Jingxi slowly said this sentence. It was very light and very soft, and it disappeared in the air along with the wind.

Suddenly, the distant sound of a zither could be heard, Qu Jingxi paused for a bit, and increased his pace, walking towards the Brook Pavilion.

The Brook Pavilion had named it after him and Feng Xiwu. To him, this was the home that he had prepared for Wu.

In the backyard, Feng Xiwu was wearing a light purple dress as she focused on playing with the zither. Waves of a cool breeze blew past and her purple skirt fluttered in the wind, like a butterfly fluttering in the wind.

"Wu." Qu Jingxi impressively appeared in the middle of the forest, the zither music did not stop, but it had decreased in volume compared to before.

Zi Lan tactfully led the two servant girl s and left.

"Wu, did you remember?"

Qu Jingxi walked closer and hugged her from behind. He wrapped his arms around her abdomen, as if she were still his little girl.

Feng Xiwu's hands stopped moving, and the guqin's sound also stopped abruptly. The only things around him were the sound of the wind blowing, and Qu Jingxi's somewhat heavy breathing.

He seemed to be in pain.