The story of a bullied daughter's rise to power

After the people left, Situ Yaorao's frown finally relaxed.

"Do you think I'm a little unkind?" Situ Yaorao looked at Feng Ziqi, who had been watching silently. Feng Ziqi heard this, and a smile appeared in his bloodshot eyes. His thin red lips slowly opened and said, "How could it be?"

"It would be unkind of me to do this." Situ Yaorao said.

"Human nature is like this. If someone hurts himself, he will learn to protect himself like a hedgehog. Gusu was wrong first, and it is reasonable for you to be unwilling to forgive him in your lifetime. What's more... in my eyes, you have done nothing wrong." Feng Ziqi looked at Situ Yaorao with gentle eyes, as if he was looking at his only treasure.

This look made Situ Yaorao a little scared. She turned her head away and said, "You...what on earth are you thinking?"

"My thoughts have never changed. From the moment we accepted each other, I only wanted to be with you. It has been like this until now."

"But I also said that the person I like is Tan Tai Wu Yue, and now I am his Crown Princess." Situ Yaorao frowned.

Feng Ziqi smiled nonchalantly: "So what? It's unclear whether he can live to ascend the throne. He can't take care of you now. Only by staying by my side can you survive and live a life without worries."

"But this is not what I want." Situ Yaorao said dissatisfiedly.

"Then what do you want? As long as I have it, I can give it to you." Feng Ziqi said.

Upon hearing this, Situ Yaorao couldn't help but look at him deeply.

The man's bloodshot eyes were filled with love. This strange persistence made Situ Yaorao feel like she couldn't breathe. He was so beautiful. If he wasn't smiling, you couldn't take your eyes off him.

Even the most beautiful woman in the world would feel ashamed when she saw him. Perhaps, she had truly loved him at first. But love is a strange thing. She loved him so much back then, but after knowing that this person had abandoned her when she was most helpless, she could no longer love him. Even if it was just a misunderstanding.

Maybe, this is fate?

This won't work. It will only sink Cang deeper into the mud. Thinking of this, Situ Yaorao took a deep breath, looked at him and said, "Cang, you can't give me what I want, and I can't give you what you want. Why bother? I'm willing to go back with you, but that doesn't mean I accept you."

"But I don't care. Time can change everything. Just as time has changed you and me." Feng Ziqi said persistently.

"One month, one month is the deadline. If I still don't like you by then, it will be completely over between you and me." Situ Yaorao said cruelly.

Feng Ziqi was stunned when he heard this.

He never thought that Situ Yaorao would come up with such a method.

What was even more ridiculous was that he didn't even have the thought of refusing. Even a month was precious to him. Thinking of this, the man smiled, as charming and alluring as the red spider lily in full bloom: "Okay, I promise you. This month is the deadline. If you can't love me, I will let you go."

This was a losing proposition no matter how you calculated it. Situ Yaorao wouldn't fall in love with him just for a month, but he had to take the gamble, because if there was a one in ten thousand chance, getting her back would be worth it.

To him, the miracle drug was simply a way to prolong the life of his beloved. As long as it was given to her, there was no question of whether it was wasted or not.

Some things will be much easier to talk about once they are made clear. After Situ Yaorao and Feng Ziqi finished talking, they left the room, leaving her alone.

The moon hung high in the sky, and a cold wind rustled through the branches, adding a touch of desolation to the otherwise peaceful night. On the shores of a lake on the outskirts of Los Angeles, a handsome yet impassive man held a longsword. A hint of sternness crept into his peaceful brow. He brandished the sword, his eyes thick with murderous intent. His sword's power was intimidating.

It just makes people want to stay away.

After the sword dance, only three rounds of applause were heard.

Tantai Yunyi put away his sword, turned around, and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw a man wearing a blood-red fox ball slowly walking out of a purple sedan chair carried by eight people.

This man's black hair fell to the ground, held together only by a jade crown. His narrow, sharp, phoenix eyes held a chill as cold as a snowy mountain. A blood-red character, "Slave," was carved into the left side of his face. It was a stark incompatibility with him, yet it felt strangely beautiful.

"I never thought that the gentleman Tan Tai Yun Yi, who always stays away from everything, would have such a solemn and murderous side." The man's voice was cold, like the cold wind on the snow-capped mountains, making people feel cold to the bone.

Tan Tai Yun Yi greeted him with a bow and said, "I never thought that the genius doctor Xue Lord, who always keeps his distance from others, would come down from the snowy mountains."

Hearing Tantai Yunyi's words, the man actually laughed and waved his hand. Someone took out an eight-person table from the sedan chair and placed fine wine on it.

"An old friend passed by my snow-capped mountain but never went up. This made me very concerned, so I came here. I didn't expect to see you frustrated. It's really a wonder." The man said lightly.

After saying this, he sat down at the Eight Immortals Table. Tantai Yunyi also sat down, looked at him, and said, "We are not friends yet, are we?"

"Indeed not. The last time I saw you, such a humble gentleman, was when you knelt on my snowy mountain for three days and three nights, begging me to save someone."

"But you can't be saved." Tan Tai Yun Yi's eyes turned cold.

"There are three things I won't do to save you. If you don't satisfy me, I won't save you." The man said as a matter of course.

"Then, what are you doing here in Luocheng?" Tan Tai Yun Yi frowned. If there was anyone in this world whom he would rather die than deal with, that person would definitely be Xue Ming.

Xue Ming, as his name suggests, is cold and ruthless. In his eyes, there is no right or wrong. What he affirms is right, and what he denies is wrong. He is so self-centered that he despises imperial authority, yet no one can do anything to him. And most terrifying of all, he always sees through others' minds.

"Is there a girl you like?"

"Puff..." Just as he was about to finish his thought, he was shot and spat out a mouthful of wine. He looked at Xue Ming and was about to speak when he heard him say, "You wanted to go to the snow mountain before, was it for her or for Luocheng?"

"I do this for the people of Jiangnan, and also for her." said Tan Tai Yun Yi.

"Why don't you just give up your life?" The man's tone was indifferent, with a hint of coldness.

"Apart from that?" Tan Tai Yun Yi frowned and thought to himself, I knew this person was not easy to talk to!

"Besides that?" Xue Ming thought about it, feeling a little distressed. To him, he had everything he needed. All he wanted was to see how much one person could do for another.

Once, someone came to him for medical help. He offered to help save his beloved at the cost of his own life. And he actually did it. This amused him. Over the years, he had come to many people seeking medical help, and he always asked for their most important gift. Some would give it, others wouldn't, but the patient would still do whatever it took to get it.

It's not bad to watch those who once loved each other kill each other.

So, now he is a little troubled when asked to change for a while.

"Ah! I got it!" Xue Ming thought about it and an idea came to him.