Cold-faced Empress

The man in blue lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment. After giving Fu Siying another deep look, he threw the long sword in his hand aside, indicating that he was about to be captured.

But Fu Siying remained wary of him: "Take off your mask."

"Are you sure?" the man in blue asked back.

"Nonsense, hurry up! Otherwise I'll call for help!" Fu Siying said sternly.

The room remained quiet for a long time before the man in green slowly raised his hand and pulled off the black cloth covering his face, revealing a face with wounds.

With slightly protruding brow bones and deep-set eyes, his youthful face possessed a resolute strength, displaying a bravery and fearlessness no less than that of soldiers on the battlefield. He stared intently at Fu Siying, and as he saw her face gradually turn to astonishment, a cold smile slowly appeared on his face.

"Do you still recognize me, Fu Siying?"

Fu Siying shuddered: "You're not dead?"

"Of course I'm not dead!" The man in blue suddenly turned ferocious, revealing a murderous and ruthless expression. "Of the more than 130 people in the Marquis's mansion, only I survived! I!"

The words stopped abruptly.

He had a thousand words in his heart, but he couldn't utter a single one. It was as if a thousand words couldn't express his feelings and emotions. Only his eyes, burning with raging anger, suddenly overflowed with tears after a moment.

Staring at that familiar face, Fu Siying was stunned for a long time. Seeing him weep with unbearable grief, she slowly lowered the dagger that had been pointed at him, releasing all the tension in her body.

Fu Siying lowered her head, and after thinking for a moment in a panic, she said, "Chu Ziqi, you shouldn't have come to the capital. You've walked right into a trap."

Her tone was somber, filled with helplessness and worry. After speaking, she slowly stepped forward and approached Chu Ziqi.

Seeing her approach, Chu Ziqi, with tears still clinging to his cheeks, revealed a sinister smile: "What, you still dare to come forward? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

Fu Siying gave him a complicated look, but without stopping, she walked to the table, picked up the candle, and said, "Come into the inner room. If we stay outside, the maid who gets up at night will see our shadows."

After saying that, he went into the inner room.

Chu Ziqi hesitated outside for a while before slowly following Fu Siying into the inner room.

Fu Siying took out the medicine she had previously used to treat her shoulder injury and placed it on the table. She gestured to Chu Ziqi, "If you have any injuries, apply the medicine and bandage them first. If there are any serious ones, I will find an opportunity to take you to see a doctor tomorrow."

After saying that, she took out many snacks from the food cabinet in the outer room and placed them on the table. After doing this, Fu Siying sat silently to the side, frowning and saying nothing.

Chu Ziqi stared at the medicine and snacks on the table, motionless for a long time, just staring blankly. Suddenly, after only a few breaths, he inexplicably covered his face, buried his head in his hands, and wept bitterly.

Suppressed sobs echoed in Fu Siying's bedroom. Fu Siying looked at Chu Ziqi, feeling a deep empathy and overwhelmed with sorrow.

In her past life, she suffered the loss of her mother, Yunzhi, and Rongchen one after another, and the grief was already unbearable for her. She could not imagine the torment that Chu Ziqi was enduring.

Chu Ziqi, as the heir of the Marquis of Ping'an, lost his family almost overnight. He had no time to grieve, as he was busy fleeing for his life and dealing with the pursuing army of King Mu, living in constant fear and anxiety.

She and he were old acquaintances. Just because she was betrothed by the emperor to become the Princess of Mu, Chu Ziqi was ruthless enough to kill her, which shows how much hatred and grief drove him crazy.

She could understand what the little medicine and food she brought tonight meant to Chu Ziqi, who had been traveling and living in fear for many days.