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As soon as this thought came to her mind, Feng Shuying felt that killing Jing Moye might be the best way to completely solve the problem.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and placed the talismans on her body where she could reach them fastest.

Jing Moye stood at the door, watching the wind blowing through the treetops in the courtyard and the clouds rolling in the sky.

His eyes were deep and his mood gradually calmed down.

About half a minute later, he heard the sound of a door opening behind him. He turned around and saw Feng Shuying standing at the door.

She was leaning on a cane at this time and smiled at him: "Sorry to have kept you waiting, Your Majesty."

"Today, my family has encountered a great change. I am sorry that I failed to entertain you well. Please forgive me, Your Highness."

Jing Moye glanced at her and then lowered his eyes: "It's okay."

He used to hate seeing her smile at him like this. Although her smile looked very genuine, he knew it was a fake smile.

And now it was great that he could see her, even if it was a fake smile, it was still her.

At this moment, he suddenly understood why she always lied to him before:

From the very beginning, the relationship between them was not equal: he was a royal family and she was an orphan.

Their marriage was not what she wanted from the very beginning. His identity never brought her glory, but oppression and disaster.

Although he did not ask for this marriage, he still allowed it.

He was originally indifferent to her and didn't care whether she lived or died. He even thought that she would be killed by Emperor Zhao Yuan like other women.

It wasn't until he unexpectedly discovered that she could help him sleep that he began to fall in love with her.

Even though he liked her, he still acted in a domineering manner and would not allow anything out of control to happen, so that everything got out of control.

He reached out his hand to help her, but she was already walking towards the yard on crutches: "Thank you for what happened today, Your Majesty."

"If the prince hadn't arrived in time, my father might have been in great trouble."

Jing Moye stretched out his hand, paused in mid-air, and then retracted it.

He said calmly, "It's just a small favor, no need to thank me."

Feng Shuying sat down at the stone table in the courtyard. She smiled slightly and said, "This matter is a piece of cake for the prince, but it is extremely important to me."

"My father is my only relative in this world. If anything happens to him, I will become an orphan with no family and will be bullied by others."

Jing Moye heard the hidden meaning in her words. He slowly walked over to sit opposite her and said softly, "I'm sorry."

Feng Shuying looked at him: "What's wrong with you, my lord?"

Jing Moye knew that he only had this one chance. If he couldn't dispel her concerns today, then today might be the last time they met.

He looked back at her and said, "I misunderstood you on our wedding night. The damage to you has already been done. It would be superfluous to say anything."

"I know your temper. I'm afraid you will never forgive me in your lifetime, and I don't dare to ask for your forgiveness."

Feng Shuying was a little surprised to hear what he said, and there was a hint of scrutiny in her eyes.

Jing Moye sat there, his eyes slightly red, and his hanging hands slightly clenched into fists.

She could see that he was trying hard to control his emotions at this moment.

But she didn't trust his words so much, and she was even prepared to take action if he made any move.

He went on, "But we have finally gotten married and are now husband and wife. There are some things I want to do..."

"We can still get divorced after getting married." Feng Shuying interrupted him and said, "I think Your Majesty also knows that the marriage was not what I wanted."

"In order to survive, I could tolerate and endure many things."

"But now that I've died once, I don't want to endure it again."

"I might as well tell His Majesty today that although we have been married, we are definitely not husband and wife." "If His Majesty still wants to control me like before and force me to do something I don't want to do, then we can only fight to the death."

Jing Moye was not too surprised to hear her words, he had even expected it.

But even so, he was still very sad.

He asked her, "Do you want to divorce me?"

Feng Shuying nodded: "If Your Majesty feels that a divorce is unmanly, I have no objection to giving me a divorce letter."

Jing Moye's eyes trembled, and after a long while he said, "If you want to divorce, then divorce."

Feng Shuying was prepared to be rejected by him, but she didn't expect him to agree so readily.

He agreed too readily, which made her feel a little wary, and she always felt that he had some conspiracy.

She looked at him warily, but he stretched out his injured right hand frankly: "My hand is injured, and I can't write for the time being."

"If it's convenient for you, you can write the divorce letter. It will be the same if I put my fingerprint on it after you finish writing it."

Feng Shuying looked at his hand, which had been bandaged but was still bleeding, and felt a little sorry for a moment.

After all, he was injured because of her.

It's just that he agreed to the divorce today. She was afraid that it would be more troublesome if the time went by, so the sooner it was settled, the better.

She said, "Okay, I'll go write it now."

Jing Moye nodded, and Feng Shuying called out, "Qiaoling, prepare the pen and ink."

But today Qiao Ling's spirit body was damaged, and the cat was recuperating in the corner, so he didn't hear what she said.

Feng Shuying wanted to get up, but Jing Moye stopped her and said, "You can't move easily, I'll go get it."

His blocking caused the talisman she had hidden in her sleeve to fall down. The next moment, the surrounding scenery changed immediately, and a strong wind accompanied by lightning blew towards them.

Feng Shuying: "..."

She took him to sit in front of the stone table simply because she had set up a formation here out of boredom.

It’s just that this formation is not visible at ordinary times, but as long as you throw down a specific talisman, it can be activated immediately.

The talisman she placed on her sleeve was the talisman that drove the formation.

She placed the talisman in the most convenient place so that if Jing Moye took any action, she could respond immediately.

Now that it had fallen unexpectedly, she stretched out her hand and made a gesture to retract the formation, and the formation returned to its previous state.

The howling wind and blinding lightning seemed to be just an illusion.

Jing Moye looked at her. She looked frank and smiled slightly: "This is an accident."

Jing Moye didn't say anything, but reached out and took out another talisman from her other sleeve.

He looked at her chest, where he knew the talisman was still hidden.

He asked her, "Want to kill me?"

Feng Shuying said frankly: "Yes, I just said it, if the prince still wants to force me like before, I don't mind fighting to the death with the prince."

"Since we are going to fight to the death, we need to make some preparations."

There was a flash of pain in Jing Moye's dark pupils, but he smiled: "This is indeed your style of doing things."

"But why did you change your mind?"

(End of this chapter)