A piece of Japanese incense

Feng Jinqi took a few steps closer to Zhi Yihe. "Ah He, are you done resting? When are we leaving for Leyu?"

Zhi Yihe rolled his eyes inwardly and forced a fake smile on his face: "I still feel dizzy and weak all over. How about... rest for another day? Le Yu is right there, and he won't run away..."

“Bang! Crash—!”

There was a noise coming from the lobby downstairs! It sounded like tables and chairs being overturned, followed by a familiar female voice: "What do you mean! Where's Zhi Yihe? Let her come out!"

It’s Feng Yan!

Why is she here? !

Feng Jinqi frowned, and a flash of anger at being disturbed appeared in his eyes. He turned his head towards the door. His subordinates hiding in the dark received the signal and turned to walk downstairs.

"What's going on outside?!" Zhi Yihe stood up in panic and pretended to grope towards the door: "Who is shouting? It seems to be a voice I know." She deliberately pretended not to hear clearly.

"It's nothing. It's just an insignificant person causing trouble. The store will handle it." Feng Jinqi reached out and held her down: "If you're not feeling well, don't go out."

Zhi Yihe was waiting for this opportunity. When his fingers were about to touch her arm, she suddenly shrank back, then stumbled out towards the source of the sound downstairs regardless of anything.

"Feng Yan? Is that you?" She shouted as she walked down the stairs relying on her memory and the location of the voice.

"Stop her!" Feng Jinqi growled, his voice a little angry.

Two people immediately appeared outside the door and stood in front of Zhi Yihe.

"Zhi Yihe!" Downstairs, Feng Yan's voice could be heard again, accompanied by the clang of weapons clashing! It was clear that her men were engaged in a fierce exchange with Feng Jinqi's men.

Zhi Yihe made up her mind and rushed forward recklessly! She saw no obstacles, and relying on her ruthless strength, she managed to squeeze out from the gap without any hesitation.

"Zhi Yihe!" When Feng Yan saw her rushing down from upstairs, she became even more furious at first, but then she keenly noticed that something was wrong with Zhi Yihe.

Her eyes were empty and lifeless, and her movements were obviously based on sound and feeling, as if she was groping her way forward.

"You...your eyes?! Are you pretending?! What tricks are you playing?!" Feng Yan demanded harshly, "The antidote! Didn't I give you the antidote?! Why are you blind?!"

Zhi Yihe held the handrail of the stairs and faced Feng Yan with a calm expression on her face.

She thought of Feng Yan in her previous life.

As Princess Tingzhu's study partner, she followed Feng Yan around all day to stay afloat, enduring her orders and occasional humiliation, while also being wary of Fang Juexia's harassment and bullying. Back then, Feng Yan was a proud peacock, never once looking directly at her, a "merchant's daughter" study partner.

Later, Feng Jinqi and his son successfully usurped the throne, and Prince Yun's party was liquidated, and the monkeys scatter when the tree falls.

Overnight, Feng Yan and Feng Qi were reduced to the lowest slaves in the palace. Feng Yan remained stubborn and looked down upon her timid half-sister.

Until one day, Feng Qi was sentenced to fifty strokes of the cane for breaking an imperial gift. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, screams pierced the heart. Everyone fled. But Feng Yan, like a madman, rushed through the crowd and threw himself on the imperial road, where Feng Jinqi was passing. He desperately kowtowed and begged for mercy, tears streaming down his face, his forehead bleeding.

As a result, he was ordered to be dragged away on the spot and sentenced to death for the crime of "disturbing the crown prince and being disrespectful".

Before she died, the look she gave Zhi Yihe was so complicated that Zhi Yihe, who was hiding in the corner at the time, could not understand it.

In this life, she still couldn't understand Feng Yan.

Feng Yan looked nervous: "Come back to Wangchao with me! I'll find the best witch doctor to detoxify you!"

Feng Yan was stunned by Zhi Yihe's calm attitude, but was then replaced by anger: "You deserve it for being blind! You ungrateful girl! I released your maid and gave you the antidote as agreed! But you teamed up with King Feng to lock me up in this small inn!

"King Feng? Feng Jinqi?!" Zhi Yihe could no longer hear what Feng Yan said next.

"He's pretending to be Yu Nian..." All the clues connected instantly. It was actually Feng Jinqi! In her previous life, the Feng Jinqi who had disguised himself as her cousin, exploited her, slaughtered her entire family, and finally wanted to kill her.

And three years ago, he said the last words to himself: "Zhi Yihe, between you and me, the beginning of our acquaintance has been a calculation. The next time we meet, it will either be us chasing after fame and fortune, or a blood feud."

Feng Jinqi, you're trying to pull the same old tricks again this time. What do you want from me? Using Yu Nian's life to threaten me and control me?!

Zhi Yihe said with unprecedented sharpness: "Where is Yu Nian?! Where is Yu Nian? Feng Jinqi! What did you do to Brother Nian?!"

Feng Jinqi no longer pretended at this moment, and exuded the aura of a superior. He stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at the chaotic situation downstairs and the aggressive Zhi Yihe.

He didn't expect that Feng Yan's appearance would completely disrupt his rhythm, and he didn't expect that Zhi Yihe would break up with him so directly.

Looking at Zhi Yi and his desperate attitude of "not giving up until he sees Yu Nian", Feng Jinqi felt a subtle irritation.

He snorted coldly, his voice regaining its sinister and majestic character: "What's so good about a dying man?"

"What did you say? Take me to see him!" Zhi Yihe refused to budge, her voice firm and resolute. She clutched the silver hairpin tightly, the tip against the side of her neck! The sharp tip pierced the skin of her neck, and a trace of bright red blood oozed out.

From the moment she woke up, all she kept calling out was "Yu Nian".

Her panic was because of Yu Nian.

Her hypocrisy was for Yu Nian's sake.

Now, she actually threatened him with her own life, all for that damn Yu Nian!

"Stop!" Feng Jinqi flew down the stairs and took the silver hairpin in Zhi Yihe's hand.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound!

Feng Jinqi's fingers, infused with his internal energy, struck Zhi Yihe's wrist fiercely. Zhi Yihe felt a sharp pain, and his fingers lost strength. The silver hairpin flew out of his hand and fell to the ground in the distance with a "ding-dong" sound.

Then he clamped Zhi Yihe's arms and fixed her firmly in place.

Feng Jinqi's rapid breathing with hot air sprayed on Zhi Yihe's face. There was anger and a hint of embarrassed frustration in his eyes.

"You...you're a lunatic!...Okay. Since you insist on seeing him, I'll let you go and see how he's half dead!"

Feng Jinqi supported Zhi Yihe, but actually controlled her movements. He half-forced her upstairs and into the room where Yu Nian was.

The door was pushed open roughly, and Zhi Yihe's heart was in his throat.

"He's inside." Feng Jinqi pushed her forward.

Zhi Yihe's hands groped eagerly.

"Brother Nian? Brother Nian, where are you?"

no respond.

Zhi Yihe followed the faint breathing sound and walked to the bedside.

It’s Yu Nian!

His body was incredibly hot. She touched his neck and touched down, but was suddenly grabbed by Feng Jinqi's arm.

"Let go! What did you do to him?!" Zhi Yihe struggled.

Feng Jinqi listened to Zhi Yihe's questioning and saw how she was in agony for Yu Nian. The grievance and frustration of being misunderstood made him sneer: "What did I do to him? He was the one who overestimated his own abilities and tried to stop a chariot with a mantis arm!"

"Don't you know your own limitations?" The hatred and indignation of his previous life surged into his heart: "Feng Jinqi! Haven't you Feng family harmed enough people?! Your father killed my grandmother! He killed my mother! He killed dozens of people in the Yun Mansion! That fire consumed so many of my loved ones! Now you won't even let Brother Nian go?! You Feng family members are a bunch of wolves in human skin! Cold-blooded and heartless! You have no conscience!"

boom--!

Feng Jinqi's head felt as if it had been hit hard by a sledgehammer.

"You...what did you say? The fire in Yun Mansion...you still think it was my father who started it?"

He looked at Zhi Yihe, his heart aching so much that his fingertips were trembling.

"It wasn't him?! Could it be a bolt of lightning from the blue?!" Zhi Yihe was filled with grief and indignation, tears streaming down her face. "Besides your Feng family, who else could have such a cruel heart?! Who else would be so determined to wipe out the entire Yun family?!"

“Heh… heh…” Feng Jinqi laughed softly. He stumbled back a step, his back hitting the door frame. “So that’s how it is… So… you’ve always thought this way… You’ve never believed me…”