"Qingge."

A clear song made everyone who had already stepped into the door pause slightly, and they all looked back.

Seeing the noble figure wearing purple robe standing not far from Feng Mansion, everyone couldn't help but look at Feng Qingge, who was dressed in white, with a beautiful face and a cold body.

The person who came was the third prince Murong Yixuan, her fiancé. Although the old man mentioned that the marriage between them had been withdrawn, due to Murong Yixuan's unwillingness, the marriage was still delayed and the relationship between them had not yet been terminated.

The onlookers were not optimistic about their marriage, because Murong Yixuan is the most talented and most promising pride of heaven among Yaori's new generation.

Although Feng Qingge is the eldest lady of Feng Mansion and the number one beauty in Yaori, in this world where strength is respected, her strength is mediocre and inconspicuous in the eyes of the world. Even the talents and strengths of some legitimate children of families are stronger than her, let alone, her appearance was destroyed some time ago.

Even though her appearance has recovered now, her cultivation is too weak, and in the eyes of everyone, she is still not worthy of Murong Yixuan. After all, a woman with the most beautiful appearance and strength standing beside her.

"You guys go in first!" She handed Yangyang to her grandfather and asked them to go in first.

"Okay, then you guys talk! If it really doesn't work, ask him to come into the mansion." The old man said, then he took Yangyang inside.

Feng Xiao glanced at Murong Yixuan, shook his head, sighed and walked in. Although he was quite satisfied with Murong Yixuan, unfortunately, he had no choice but to do anything if his daughter didn't like him. Even if he was satisfied with him, everything would be based on his daughter's wishes.

Murong Yixuan walked up and watched the scars on her face disappear, and her face returned to its former snow-slip and tracelessness. Looking at her so beautiful but alienated, his heart ached slightly, but a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"There is a teahouse not far ahead, go have a drink!"

Fengjiu glanced at him and saw that many people around him were watching. He nodded and followed him to the wing room on the second floor of the teahouse not far away.

In the wing room, the atmosphere was a little solidified, there was no intimacy and love among lovers, nor was there any shyness and obsession.

The two sat at the table, Murong Yixuan poured tea for her. Looking at her with a distant expression, she slightly curled her eyes and covered the pain in her eyes, staring at the tea in her hands: "Grandpa Feng went to my father to say he wanted to withdraw from the marriage, but I didn't agree."

Feng Jiu picked up the tea and took a sip. When he heard this, his eyes moved slightly, he glanced at him and said, "I have told you about the divorce. We are not suitable for both of us, and it is boring to drag it."

“Inappropriate?”

He looked up at her with a faint expression in a daze, and smiled bitterly: "We can say that they grew up with childhood sweethearts, how could it be inappropriate? I know you must have annoyed me because I didn't recognize you at the beginning, and I also know that it was my fault. But Qingge, can't you give me another chance?"

Hearing this, Fengjiu looked at him and shook her head with a smile. There was a sharpness in her eyes. A quiet voice came from her mouth slowly, ruthlessly hitting his heart.
Chapter completed!