Chapter 17

  "Sister Feng, are you really going back?" A lively and lovely woman in the hall said with a reluctant face. [Shu Ke Ju] Super-speed update provides free VIP Ww

  Ling Feng smiled slightly, "Mm, it's time to go back."

  How I wish, how I wish, to be forever intoxicated in such tranquility, letting all troubles disperse, but things often go against one's wishes...

  The gentle breeze slightly furrowed his brow, and a hint of heaviness flashed quickly in his eyes. "Yun'er, what do you plan to do?"

  He knew that Murong Lingyun was always steady in his actions, and this time he took Lingfeng back, it must have been planned long ago.

  "Master?" Murong Lingyun was slightly taken aback, seemingly not expecting his master to ask about this matter. However, he immediately spoke with a determined face, "Once I return to the Murong Manor, I will propose to Father that I marry Feng'er." His voice had an unmistakable determination, but when he called out "Father", he paused for a brief moment.

  While Qingfeng heard him shouting "Dad", his body seemed to tremble suddenly.

  Zui Xian'er originally looked at Ling Feng, and in his eyes that were full of reluctance, a hint of astonishment flashed by quickly, hiding an unbearable heaviness. His meaning was, after returning, would he really marry the Wind Sister?

  "Hmm." Qingfeng nodded slightly, "By doing this, although it will infuriate Murong Lie, at least he'll have some reservations. So, Fengniao should be temporarily out of danger... only..."

  It's just that if things go on like this, all of Murong Lie's anger will probably be vented on him.

  At this point, a hint of worry flashed through his eyes. If possible, he really didn't want Murong Lingyun to suffer that pain again. However, it wasn't the right time yet... He still couldn't...

  "Master, we want to temporarily leave Bao'er in Qing Shan for now. After I settle things with Feng'er, we'll come back for her." Murong Lingyun subtly interrupted him, understanding what the master was about to say next, not wanting Lingfeng to worry.

  "Hmm, it's fine this way." Qing Feng nodded slightly again. How could he not know about Murong Lie's cunning nature, capable of doing anything?

  "Xian'er, I'll trouble you to take care of Bao'er." Ling Feng said with a hint of heaviness, although he was speaking to Xian'er, his eyes were reluctant to leave Bao'er. She really couldn't bear to part with Bao'er and didn't know when she would see her again after returning this time.

  Zui Xian'er's slightly evasive eyes quickly withdrew from Murong Lingyun's body, and a happy smile flashed across her face. "Alright, Feng jie can rest assured, I will definitely take good care of her."

  Qingfeng's face sank slightly, his thin lips moved a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it out loud, only letting out a faint sigh. Some things, no matter how hard you try, are inevitable, and even someone as formidable as him can't fight against fate.

  "Is Master worried about us?" That faint hint of helplessness still fell into Murong Lingyun's eyes, and it could be seen that Master was worried. Had Master already figured something out?

  "Yun'er, after returning to the capital, it's best not to go on an expedition for a short period of time." Qingfeng's face flashed with a hint of hesitation, and after thinking for a moment, he instructed solemnly.

  It's just that Yun'er didn't leave Beijing, so everything, or there might still be a chance to make amends.

  Murong Lingyun slightly furrowed his brow, with many unspoken questions in his heart. However, seeing the expression on his master's face, he knew that he wouldn't reveal any more. He thus responded in a low voice, "Yes, Cloud remembers."

  But there are some things in life that are beyond one's control, and one has no choice but to follow the flow.

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  Three days later, the two finally returned to the capital of the Xuan Yuan Dynasty. This time back, Ling Feng's face no longer had the kind of arrogance and brilliance it had three years ago, but only a cold and stern expression, or even a hint of hatred.

  Three years ago, that night, Liu Wanyi handed her over to Qingfeng Daozhang, at that time, she had gratitude and confusion.

  "You don't have to worry, Yun'er will come see you in a few days." Qingfeng surprisingly comforted her, seemingly having noticed her concern.

  "Are you referring to Big Brother?" At that moment, the floating heart slightly stabilized, as if there was a kind of delight, but when the words were spoken out loud, it seemed to subconsciously feel some contradictions.

  "Big brother?" Qingfeng furrowed his brow involuntarily, and his eyes also flashed with a hint of astonishment. "You're calling him big brother?"

  His astonished expression was reflected in Ling Feng's eyes, and he suddenly remembered the day when he shouted at Murong Lingyun in the Murong Mansion, his confusion, and then thought of what Murong Lie did to her tonight.

  She was shocked, could it be? Could she not be Murong Lie's daughter?

  "Haha, I'm very clear about your feelings for Yun'er, you don't have to hide it from me." Qingfeng said with a gentle smile, he truly hoped that these two people who genuinely loved each other could be together.

  At that moment, Ling Feng was completely certain that she was not Murong Lie's daughter.

  So for the past three years, she has been calmly and contentedly accepting Murong Lingyun's affection for her, and her own heart has not had any defense against following him into infatuation. However, for some unknown reason, every time she thinks of him, amidst the happiness, there seems to be a hint of sorrow hidden within, as if there is an uncontrollable contradiction, as if there is another consciousness influencing her.

  Over the past three years, she has roughly understood Murong Lingfeng's life experience. It is said that fifteen years ago, her father was harmed by a treacherous person, and Murong Lie rescued them back to the Murong Mansion with good intentions.

  It is said that two years later, her mother, who was overly missing her father, finally committed suicide one day.

  But in this intermittent rumor, there are too many doubts. Would Murong Lie be so kind? And why did her mother have to wait two years to confess?

  In these three years, every time she thought of this matter, she would have a heart-wrenching feeling. She had some doubts that there was still some consciousness of the real Murong Lingfeng in her current body.

  Returning to Murong's residence, it so happened that Murong Lie was not in the residence, and Liu Yuanni had also gone into the palace to see Empress Dowager.

  "I want to take a look at the room where my mother used to live." A fleeting thought flashed across Ling Feng's cold face. In fact, this time she returned, also wanted to investigate the truth of that year, since she had occupied someone else's body, it was only natural that she had this obligation. Moreover, she always felt that the underlying consciousness in this body was urging her to clarify the truth of that year.

  Murong Lingyun's face sank slightly, seemingly having some difficulty, but he couldn't bear to refuse her. He said in a low voice, "Alright." That room had been sealed off completely since Lingfeng's mother passed away, and no one dared to enter it again. Some of the nosy servants in the Murong household even spread rumors that the small courtyard was haunted.

  Entered the small courtyard. Possibly because no one had come for a long time, it was gloomy and desolate, and the yard hadn't been swept for a long time either, with a thick layer of dust accumulated.

  Treading on the thick dust, with the fine dust flying around them and settling on their bodies, Ling Feng slowly pushed open the door. What left them stunned was that inside the room, it was unexpectedly quiet, as if someone had been living there.

  The two of them involuntarily froze, then exchanged a glance before slowly walking in. As they entered the room, an old zither placed under the window suddenly caught her eye.

  At that moment, the uncontrollable sharp pain flashed through again, as if desperately suppressing a kind of fear, but also a kind of angry sorrow. Ling Feng seemed to have walked to the ancient zither involuntarily, slowly sat down, and his hands unconsciously strummed the strings.

  Fingers slightly moved, as if carelessly plucking, but in an instant, the melodious piano sound suddenly surged forth.

  In that sound of the zither, it seems to be suppressing a deep sorrow, but at the same time, it also seems to be vividly depicting a kind of joy. At this moment, she doesn't even know if the one playing the zither is herself or not.

  ………………….

  Just as Murong Lie walked into the Murong Mansion, he was shocked and his eyes flashed with a hint of fear. However, he quickly thought of something and a faint smile appeared on his lips. He hastily went to the emperor's side and softly said, "Your Majesty, this music is just my daughter's careless playing, disturbing Your Majesty. Please forgive her."

  Today, His Majesty suddenly wanted to go back to the Murong Mansion with him, and he couldn't help but feel secretly shocked. Had his affair been exposed?

  However, seeing the emperor's slightly stunned expression when he heard the sound of the qin, a sharp glint flashed quickly in his eyes.

  The emperor, who was about to continue walking forward, suddenly stopped and looked at him with a swift gaze. In a low voice, he said, "Who did you just say was playing the piano? I remember that Murong Lingshu is still in the palace, right?" However, his voice seemed to carry an inexplicable excitement, and the shadow from three years ago flashed into his mind again, causing him to momentarily forget the purpose of this sudden visit to the Murong residence.

  "Murong Lie, how many daughters do you have?" And Xuan Yuan Chen, who was following the emperor, also coldly smiled and said, "This old cunning man is obviously trying to deliberately delay time, he is clearly..."

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