CHAPTER 1390: CHAPTER 1389: ALL I ASK IS THAT YOU DON’T ABANDON ME

Fen Ling still maintained her humbling posture: "I am truly gravely injured. If I ride a horse back, I won’t be able to endure it..."

"The carriage is large enough. Stay here and rest quietly."

Feng Yexuan’s voice remained cold, but Fen Ling noticed that when he looked at Chu Qianli, his gaze was indescribably tender.

Yet whenever he spoke to her, his attitude was exceedingly indifferent.

Fen Ling was still unwilling to give up and murmured softly, "Yexuan, you didn’t treat me like this before..."

"Feng Xi is your sister, isn’t she?" Feng Yexuan’s gaze slowly lifted, then fell once more.

And it landed on Fen Ling’s face.

Fen Ling’s entire body tensed.

Before coming here, she had already anticipated that this question was unavoidable.

Earlier, Feng Yexuan hadn’t asked because all his thoughts had been focused on the poisoned and unconscious Chu Qianli.

Now, with herself presenting in front of him, it was impossible for him not to question her.

"The antidote—do you have it?" Feng Yexuan’s gaze grew increasingly icy. "As long as you hand over the antidote, this matter will be forgiven by me."

"Yexuan!" Fen Ling, though under immense pressure, was at least confident that she still held a special place in his heart.

No matter whether there were feelings involved, she believed there was still a sense of responsibility!

As long as her stance was firm enough, Feng Yexuan wouldn’t truly hurt her!

"Feng Xi may be my sister, but she always acts according to the Master’s commands. She never listens to me."

"Yexuan, you’ve been around the Master too; surely you’ve seen Feng Xi. When have you ever seen her willing to heed my words?"

"Besides, Feng Xi has always been arrogant and ambitious, desperate to earn accolades before the Master. She even despises when I outshine her in front of the Master."

"Yexuan, given such circumstances, if Feng Xi used some poison, how could she possibly tell me about it?"

Feng Yexuan didn’t say a word.

Indeed, he had witnessed Feng Xi beside Hua Rong, and he had also seen Feng Xi scheming to smear Fen Ling before Hua Rong in order to curry favor.

Although many memories remain blurry to him even now,

the things he had witnessed were not something he could forget so easily.

"If not for this, do you think I would’ve let you live until now?"

"Yexuan?" Fen Ling raised her head to meet his gaze, stunned.

It was both a shock and an incredulous disbelief!

"You... mean you’ve already considered killing me?"

Fen Ling collapsed weakly into the carriage, shaking her head as tears began streaming down her cheeks.

"Yexuan, when... did your heart change? Why are you treating me this way?"

The carriage started to move; they were departing.

Feng Yexuan kept his eyes fixed on Fen Ling’s face, yet his gaze gradually narrowed.

This face, at first glance, felt familiar; but upon closer examination, it seemed somewhat foreign.

He felt it should be familiar—after all, her face had always lingered in his mind.

Yet inexplicably, it also felt strange, for although she was entrenched in his thoughts, he often forgot what she actually looked like.

More precisely, it was as if he couldn’t clearly see the face he associated with her in his heart.

A peculiar and eerie feeling.

"Yexuan, you love Chu Qianli. I don’t mind, but I am your woman!"

Fen Ling lowered her eyes, the tears tracing paths down her cheeks.

"Even in ordinary households, men have multiple wives and concubines, let alone you—the unmatched, noble Prince."

Though she seemed desperate, her tone carried a deep resignation.

Her voice, hoarse and mournful, said: "From the moment I chose to follow you, I prepared myself for this fate. If one day you fall in love with another woman, I’ll accept it—but all I ask is... please don’t abandon me."