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Yue Ye was always so bright, whether round or bent, it still carried with it a lasting sadness. The depression that welled up from the bottom of his heart was unquenchable. He could only rely on the wine to numb himself.

In the side courtyard behind the Phoenix Bedchamber, in the quiet house in the depths of the forest, the light was faintly illuminating. The door was wide open and the dim light on the ground reflected the sad beauty of the moonlight outside. It was a bit dejected and a bit cold.

The white exercise on the eaves of the house hung down, like a waterfall. Tonight there was no wind, and the white lanterns silently hung vertically in the air.

Under the tombstone table, the man was drunk. He lazily leaned against the edge of the table, which was used as a memorial tablet, while he held a silver wine cup in his hand. The heavy smell of alcohol was lingering around his body, and his breathing was heavy.

That's right, I was faking it. It was because of the Luo Family that I wanted to get close to you.

A man as cruel and vicious as you is simply unworthy of the love of others, much less me.

I have nothing but resentment for you.

Other than resentment, there was nothing else …

His words resounded in his ears again and again. Leng Shaoyu sneered, raised his wine cup and drank half a bottle of it without a care for the fierceness of the wine that entered his throat.

He stood up shakily with one hand on the table rack beside him and the other holding a bottle of wine.

Yi Yi gazed absentmindedly at the tombstone that had been quietly erected there for many years. That pair of ice-cold eyes seemed to melt with warmth, but there were endless complex emotions contained within them as well.

His movements were skillful. He poured the entire cup into the empty cup on the table, spilling half of it onto the table due to the drunkenness.

"Yue'e..." he whispered, and a trembling, hesitant hand touched the log.

"Do you hate me?" he asked.

King Jin Leng Shaoyu, who had always been high and mighty and had never once considered anyone's feelings, felt so helpless and helpless when he said these words at this moment.

The room was completely silent. Even the candle flame could not endure the sadness in her heart.

He chuckled.

"The strength of my hand is much more gentle." You're always so sensible. But you … You should hate me. "

Bai Yue'e was gentle and gentle. Even if she had suffered an enormous grievance, she would not complain in the slightest. This point, Luo Shang was very similar to her.

It didn't look like it either.

Bai Yue'e was soft and weak, she could not bear to be hurt. But Luo Shang was too stubborn, too stubborn, and too arrogant.

That year, the Bai Clan fell. They were plotted against and their entire clan annihilated. Bai Yue'e had no one to rely on as he sat by the side of the street. Because of those clean and familiar eyes, he brought her back to the Duke Palace.

She was very sensible, and the people in the manor liked her very much. However, even after three whole years, Leng Shaoyu still had not taken her as his wife and had never even touched her.

Until the time of the coup in the capital when her identity as the daughter of a sinner was exposed and when he came back from the Hu Qiang City, she had already died under Luo Ke's blade.

This gap that Leng Shaoyu was unable to make up in his entire life, was something that he could no longer forget. Perhaps it was no longer the sadness and love from those familiar eyes, but instead guilt, self-blame.

Thus … That was why he hated the Luo Family so much and tortured everyone in the Luo Family. Only in this way would he be able to feel less guilt and pain.

"I owe you too much." There was a bitter smile on his face.

He owed her too much.

If he hadn't brought her back to the palace on the street back then, perhaps she would have lived a peaceful life, and the Bai Clan would not have been left without a future. Because of a pair of eyes, he had kept her by his side, but never had the time to give her a proper title even when she died.

He said that he would personally kill everyone in the Luo Family and make them live a life worse than death. However, it was not until that woman had appeared that he had shown mercy and allowed his enemy to live freely.

"Yue'e, this king has met a girl who is as gentle as you, but is also so stubborn that this king has no choice." He smiled, his eyes warm.

"I wanted to torture her to death, but This King just doesn't want to."

It was a coincidence, but when he found out that the woman wasn't a member of the Luo Family, he actually let out a sigh of relief in his heart.

"She said she never loved Ben, you know? At that time, I felt the same heartache and helplessness as when I saw you being lost. " He really wanted to strangle her like that, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. He could force her to do anything, but he could not force her heart.

He smiled wryly as he ran his hand over the tombstone.

"Yue'e, what should this king do..." What should she do to make her love him with all her heart, being as docile as Yue'e?

He had never been as dispirited as he was today, only because of her words.

"Luo Shang."

Month. Gradually, they curved into a circle. The cold night had a strange quality to it. This was destined to be an extraordinary night.

Outside the room, Situ Jingyu had already been standing behind the pillar for a long time.

Through the open door, she looked into the distance and saw the man's drunken appearance. Her body slowly tilted to the side as she bit her lips to calm her emotions. He lowered his pace and headed inside.

"Luo Shang... You stupid woman who doesn't know what's good for you. " Leng Shaoyu sat on the ground and sneered.

Raising the hem of her skirt, Situ Jingyu stood at the door as she quietly looked at him. Under the candlelight, his handsome face did not change, but instead was filled with worry. She felt her heart ache, and she was even more jealous.

She walked over, took the bottle from the man's hand, and helped him up.

Leng Shaoyu's originally closed eyes suddenly opened as he grabbed her wrist. With a gaze as cold as ice, he looked at her.

The next moment, he frowned, and the coldness in his eyes gradually faded. The grip on the woman's wrist loosened slightly. Luo Shang... "

She knew that Leng Shaoyu, who was paralyzed by alcohol, would definitely mistake her for Luo Shang.

Because today, she wore the same clothes as Luo Shang, without any heavy makeup. She was as quiet as Luo Shang.

"Your Highness..." Situ Jingyu was about to say something, but he was hugged tightly by her hands, tightly hugging her body, afraid that she would turn into an illusion in the next moment.

His heavy breath was in her ear, intoxicating her, and her hands were on the man's back.

Prince, is it only when you're drunk that Jingyu can have you right now?

She supported him as they staggered into the Meditation Hall. Inside the room, she waited on him to undress.

Drunk, he had a different kind of warmth to him. He shed his cold mask, and even the moth willingly jumped into his flames.

"Your Highness, let me … I'll take care of your rest. " She tried her best to imitate Luo Shang, even if the unconscious Leng Shaoyu believed her, but she could not lie to herself, she was not Luo Shang.

Leng Shaoyu's deep eyes were especially gloomy as he turned around and pulled her onto the bed, pressing her down. Two strands of black hair fell down, brushing against her cheeks. With a soft "Luo Shang" sound, he kissed her on the lips.

He gently kissed her. Even though he knew that this kiss that shouldn't belong to her, Situ Jingyu's heart still sunk little by little. She responded to the man's kiss, and let out a light moan under his body …

Even if she had to become Luo Shang's substitute again, she would be willing. There would come a day where she, Situ Jingyu, was the only woman in his world.

Inside the Phoenix Bedchamber, it was especially cold.

The woman on the bed had nightmares over and over again. She was sweating profusely, tightly biting her trembling cherry lips. Her hands were nervously grabbing the blanket under her.

"Leng Shaoyu... Leng Shaoyu... "

The tears fell from the corner of her eyes and slid down her cheeks, wetting the pillow towel and the soft hair at her temples.

If it wasn't for the hatred he had towards her in the beginning, it wasn't because he refused to admit that he loved Bai Yue'e, nor was it because he wanted to force her to accept him as a concubine.

If she had been so proud in the beginning, she wouldn't have cared so much about being someone else's substitute and wouldn't have questioned everything that she shouldn't have done.

Would it not be so painful between them?