The funny counterattack of traveling through time and space and becoming a vicious female supporting

Chapter 221 Be well

"Sister Xinying, since you have thought of a plan for the future, then have a good talk with the Third Young Master Feng tonight. I believe he is not a difficult person to get along with, and he should understand." Lu Linger was a little worried about her sister Feng Xinying, especially the dispute between Feng Xinying's third brother Feng Jingsu and Wen Yuan just now, which really caught her off guard.

"Wen Yuan, tell me clearly, do you want to marry into my family's family?" Feng Xinying took a deep breath, her eyes revealing a hint of indifference and fatigue, and pressed, "Tell it clearly today in front of your savior, sister Ling'er, and brother-in-law Yi Chen. If you don't want to, I will just find someone to marry, and we will live our own lives in the future. Don't always make me chase you while you hide away." Her voice trembled slightly, and this time she really reached her limit.

Ever since she was a child, she had been chasing him. Now, at almost 17, while women in the Tianqi Dynasty were married at the age of , she had been dragged on until she became an "old maid." She had given up on so many people over the years that she had lost count. The only thing she cared about was the man in front of her, but she didn't want to wait any longer.

Wen Yuan looked at her, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He opened his mouth slightly, but finally whispered, "I... I'm not worthy of you..."

"Okay, okay, that's enough. It's all so clichéd. It's not the first time I've heard it." Feng Xinying sneered, clearly impatient to hear such perfunctory talk. "Now I'm asking you if you want to marry into my family. If not, I'll marry immediately, and we'll live our own lives in peace."

Wen Yuan was stunned, a trace of pain and helplessness flashed across his eyes. He finally turned his gaze to Gu Yichen, as if asking him for help.

"Sister Xinying, since Lord Wen is in such a difficult situation, I actually have a solution that will satisfy both of us. Would you like to hear it?" Lu Linger suddenly said, cleverly breaking the deadlock. Feng Xinying raised her eyebrows and looked at her, thinking that this little girl was helping her force Wen Yuan to express his position.

"Go ahead." Feng Xinying relaxed her tense expression slightly. "Maybe this is really a solution for both of us. I'm really tired."

"Since Lord Wen feels that his background is not good enough to match Sister Xinying, then it's actually very simple. There is a more suitable choice," Lu Linger said with a smile on her face. "The youngest daughter of the Prince of Zhennan was betrothed to the current emperor's prince. She was originally destined to be the Crown Princess. This is a well-known fact in the Tianqi Dynasty. Although the youngest daughter and the young master were kidnapped by criminals many years ago and their whereabouts are still unknown, Sister Xinying is also the daughter of the Prince of Zhennan and has a distinguished background. If she marries the crown prince, her status will be a perfect match. Lord Wen will no longer have to worry, right?"

Her voice was soft but contained a certain unquestionable determination. Wen Yuan's face changed when he heard this, his lips trembled slightly, and his eyes became complicated and deep.

Meanwhile, Gu Yichen, standing nearby, felt a strange emotion flicker through his heart. His gaze shifted involuntarily to Lu Ling'er. For some reason, every time he heard her mention the Crown Prince, a faint sense of unease would arise within him. That feeling wasn't rooted in any affection for Feng Xinying, but rather an instinctive resistance, even tinged with a hint of melancholy.

His hands unconsciously clenched slightly, as if some suppressed emotions were quietly surging in his heart, but he couldn't explain why. Just looking at Lu Linger, he couldn't help but reveal a hint of doubt in his eyes - what exactly was the connection between this prince and his past?

Gu Yichen suspected that it was because of some relationship he had with the prince before he lost his memory, or because of his constant uneasiness, that Lu Linger would always leave him, and it was related to the prince.

Feng Xinying waited for Wen Yuan's response, feeling both anticipation and exhaustion. This chase had exhausted her. However, Wen Yuan continued to avoid a direct answer, and her patience had reached its limit.

Lu Ling'er cleverly broke the deadlock, her words causing the atmosphere to tense, especially her mention of Feng Xinying, as the daughter of the Prince of Zhennan, being eligible to marry the current Crown Prince. This statement was clearly meant to pressure Wen Yuan, but it also hinted at a shocking proposal.

Feng Xinying was slightly stunned, then looked at Wen Yuan coldly, with a bit of determination and unwillingness: "Master Wen, whether you are willing or not is your business. Since you don't dare to marry me because of your background, then I don't have to delay myself any longer." Her words were cold, but her eyes were full of pain.

Wen Yuan clenched his fists, a complex expression on his face. He seemed to want to speak up, but he couldn't say anything forceful. He looked helplessly at Gu Yichen, hoping that Yichen would come forward to mediate.

Gu Yichen's expression was complex, a vague unease surfacing within him once again. It seemed as if this proposal had triggered a hidden fragment of his memory. At this moment, his eyes unconsciously fell on Lu Ling'er, and a flicker of doubt flashed through his mind - what exactly was the connection between this prince and his past?

Just as the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, Lu Linger noticed Gu Yichen's uneasiness. She gently patted his hand, signaling him not to overthink it. Then, she smiled and continued to say to Feng Xinying, "Sister Xinying, if Lord Wen is still so hesitant, then you really don't have to wait any longer. You are the jewel in the crown of the Prince of Zhennan, and you will surely achieve great things in the future. Marrying the Crown Prince would also be a good destination."

This sentence was like the last straw. A trace of struggle flashed in Wen Yuan's eyes, and he seemed to have finally made up his mind.