Feng Qingyu raised the corners of her lips with a hint of sarcasm on her face.

"I tried every means to marry you? Ye Zheng, do you have any misunderstandings about me? Or are you too confident in yourself?"

Ye Zheng looked at Feng Qingyu with some confusion. She was not like this usually. Didn't she have a deep love for him? Why didn't she just cry after hearing the news of the breakup?

"Anyway, my words have been put here. No matter what happens today, I will break off the engagement!" Ye Zheng said with a hint of determination in his tone.

Ye Junchen put down the white jade tea cup in his hand, looked at Feng Qingyu with eyes as warm as water, and said softly: "The strong melon is not sweet, the world is full of grass, Miss Feng Fourth, do you understand what I mean?"

Feng Qingyu was stunned. Why did the prince's tone sound like he was enlightening her?

Although Feng Qingyu once had a crush on the second prince, she had no interest in the second prince in front of her at all. Whether he could enlighten him or not, it made no difference to her.

Feng Qingyu looked at Ye Zheng coldly and said in a clear voice: "Okay."

Ye Zheng was a little stunned, as if he didn't believe that Feng Qingyu would agree so readily.

"Okay? What's good?"

Feng Qingyu looked at him with an idiotic expression: "Didn't you say you wanted to break off the engagement? I agreed! Could it be that you want to regret it?"

"How could I regret it!" Ye Zheng said immediately.

Feng Qingyu pursed her lips, then came to the desk in the corner of the main room, picked up the brush and wrote a few lines of large characters in a flourish.

"I, Feng Qingyu, break off our engagement with Ye Zheng today. From now on, the road will turn to the sky, and we will each go our separate ways!"

After finishing writing, Feng Qingyu looked around at everyone: "If you don't have anything to do with me, just leave first and say goodbye."

After saying that, she turned around and walked out of the main hall without hesitation. Her free and bold energy stunned everyone present.

Ye Zheng still didn't believe that Feng Qingyu would suddenly give up so simply.

"Feng Qingyu can run so fast, isn't there something fishy about it?"

He approached the desk, and the black and white writing on the desk was clearly visible. The two words "divorce" at the beginning almost blinded him and almost made him vomit ten liters of blood.

"Feng Qingyu!"

Ye Zheng gritted his teeth, and a strong sense of humiliation surrounded him. He clenched his fists tightly, and veins popped out on the back of his hands. If he could, he wished he could catch up with Feng Qingyu and tear Feng Qingyu into pieces!

Ye Junchen stood up with curiosity on his face. When he saw the "letter of divorce" on the desk, he unconsciously raised the corners of his lips. The handwriting was well written.

This Miss Feng Si is really different from the rumors.

"Now that things here are over, it's time for me to leave." He displayed the folding fan in his hand and walked out of the main hall, "For the Chiyun Hall meeting in three days, Prime Minister Feng must not forget to bring the fourth lady with him.

Come on, I think she is very interesting."

"yes!"

Since it was Ye Junchen's order, Feng Qixiao naturally could not disobey it.

Feng Xinyao had a sullen look on her face, and the handkerchief in her hand was wrinkled by her twists.

Those who can participate in the Chiyun Hall are all the elites of the Chiyun Kingdom. What qualifications does that loser Feng Qingyu have to join? Are you going to embarrass the Feng family?

His looks and talents were not bad, so why did the Sixth Prince treat that ugly Feng Qingyu in a different light?

Feng Qixiao looked at Ye Zheng with some confusion: "Second Prince..."

"Well." Ye Zheng ignored him, but grabbed the 'divorce letter' on the desk with one hand and walked out, "It's time for me to leave, and I have to explain to my father."

Feng Xinyao frowned and looked at Feng Qixiao with slightly confused beautiful eyes: "Dad, what does the second prince mean? Do you want to burn down the bridge?"

Feng Qixiao looked at Ye Zheng's leaving figure, narrowed his eyes, and said faintly: "Don't worry Yao'er, if he dares to say something but doesn't believe it, I will make him miss the throne in this life."

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Due to the divorce in the main hall, when Feng Qingyu came out of the main hall, the sky was already dark.

The original idea of ​​going out was abandoned and he turned back to Xiyuan.

Seeing Feng Qingyu's figure from a distance, Yunxiang came forward with worry on her face.

"Miss, they didn't make things difficult for you, did they?"

Feng Qingyu just patted Yunxiang's shoulder, said lightly "Don't worry", and returned to her room.

The moon and stars are sparse tonight, and the chirping of cicadas outside the house becomes clearer and clearer in this dark and quiet night.

Feng Qingyu was lying on the bed admiring the moon through the gap in the roof. She suddenly noticed a black shadow quietly leaping into the house through the unsealed window. She immediately closed her eyes and fell asleep, and her whole body became nervous and alert.

If the feeling is correct, this person's cultivation level is probably at the fourth level of Qi Refining.

One corner of Feng Qingyu's lips raised slightly. It was really interesting. At this juncture, someone actually sent a killer to silence her. She had offended many people today. Was it to confuse the public?
Chapter completed!