Looking at the aunt's side face, Feng Yan's mind suddenly appeared in her mind of the old man standing in front of Yin Shiyun three years ago and telling all this with great sincerity. She could almost imagine Yin Shiyun's cheeks gradually pale when she heard all this.

So that's how they missed it.

It turned out that night, she was not the only one who suffered the torture.

Feng Yan lowered her head and buried her face in one hand, her voice trembling slightly.

"Why... tell me now?"

"If you drag on it, no matter you or Wei Xingzhen, there will be no good results." Mrs. Feng replied, "Don't underestimate the emperor's determination."

Feng Yan laughed, "Can I ask you another question?"

"You said that."

Feng Yan quickly wiped away her tears, she adjusted her breathing and asked in a low voice, "Why did you try your best to promote the marriage between Wei Xingzhen and me?"

"That was not my efforts," the old man replied, "It was Wei Xingzhen who asked His Majesty for the secret decree first."

"Even if he asks for an order, if you don't admit it, your Majesty will not impose it on you. Wei Xingzhen's reputation is not good and his origin is unclear. My mother is trying her best to oppose it...Where do you think he is suitable for me?"

"I don't think he is suitable for you," the old man replied, "but such conditions are just right for being your first husband... I just didn't expect that A Yan, you will be sincere to this person."

——According to the old lady’s original idea, after Wei Xingzhen died, she would just come forward to be a bad guy again, proving that Feng Yan and Yin Shiyun’s misunderstanding was a misunderstanding that she interfered with.

By that time, what else can stand between these two young people?

Thinking of this, Mrs. Feng frowned slightly, "How long has it been? You are treating Yin Shiyun--"

"He didn't come that night, so we won't have a future."

Mrs. Feng was really puzzled, and she couldn't help but pause the ground with her cane.

"You haven't understood what I said so much? If he takes you there at that time, he will be the real end of the road-"

"What I want is the end of the road." Feng Yan replied softly.

Feng Que was stunned for a while, and only felt that Feng Yan was so strange and so familiar tonight.

What happened to Feng Yan and her sister in memory suddenly overlapped in the mind of Mrs. Feng? The old man suddenly shuddered.

"Don't talk about this anymore?" Feng Yan lowered her eyes and shook her head, "Auntie tells me another thing? You said someone had asked the same question as me? Is it...my grandmother Feng Dai?"

"...Well." Feng Qi nodded.

"How did she feel?"

Looking at Feng Yan's eyes, Feng Qi suddenly felt a thorn in his back? At this moment, the trembling discomfort seemed to have suddenly come back.

"...What are you afraid of?" Feng Yan asked suddenly.

Feng Que looked elsewhere? “Maybe? It’s not suitable to talk about this today, let’s talk about it later…I will talk about it later.”

"Why?" Feng Yan asked rare, "It's you today--"

"It's too late." The old man replied, "I'm tired."

Feng Yan looked at the old man? After a while? She slowly turned around and walked along the stone tablet of Changling little by little in the dim underground palace.

Feng Que held the cane in his hand tightly - after telling the story of that year, she had only one last purpose left for this trip.

The old man was about to speak, but Feng Yan suddenly snatched the story, "Actually, the story my aunt told me just now? I don't quite understand one thing."

"Is that true," Feng Qi's voice became a little tired? "Where?"

"I was just thinking, since my grandmother was determined to die? Why did she live alone for so long? Not only did she remarry, but she also gave birth to my father? I didn't die until I was about to be born...

"…What exactly kept her? Did my aunt know?"

Feng Qi was silent for a moment? “Maybe it was her who was thinking about it.”

As soon as he said that, the old man immediately regretted it - she shouldn't have lie in front of Feng Yan.

This will only make you more obvious...

However, Feng Yan did not look back, but continued to walk along the remaining stone tablets in Changling, as if she was unaware of everything.

Feng Qi looked at Feng Yan's back and whispered, "What if it were A Yan?"

"Am I?" Feng Yan turned around, "I am also the kind of person who can cheat on both ends - but I am not very similar to her."

“Where is different?”

"I succeeded." Feng Yan replied with a smile.

Feng Qi only felt that a string in his heart seemed to have been tugged heavily, and she became alert all over her body, "...what has been successful?"

"Auntie, don't get me wrong, I'm talking about a dream." Feng Yan added casually, "I dreamed that I saved Xingzhen, although the price was my own life - but compared with some people, this is already a good dream."

Feng Que stared at the grandson in front of him with some suspicion.

A dream...

Is it really just a dream?

"Why are you so persistent in Wei Xingzhen? You can't bear to die. It's just another one." Feng Qi whispered, "or is he unwilling to do so?"

"He really doesn't want to...but the main reason is me."

"What are you worried about?"

Feng Yan gently stroked a slightly sharp crack in a broken stone tablet. She lowered her eyes and stared at the hollow black cave on the ground. "I just wanted to know what was going to eat my life - isn't my aunt curious?"

"There is nothing to be curious about." Feng Qi's voice calmed down, "It's not that something wants to eat your life, it's that we were born with a mission to bear. When the time comes, we should take on that part of ourselves."

Feng Yan did not respond. She walked around the stone tablet and slowly walked to the farthest position from Feng Que.

After a while, Feng Qi let out a gentle breath, "A Yan."

"Hmm?" Feng Yan raised her head and suddenly found that Feng Qi had walked to a side door at some point, "Are we leaving?"

"Don't go out for the time being before you agree to divorce Wei Xingzhen." The old man said slowly, "Stay here, reflect on the Holy Ancestor, and all the ancestors of Feng's clan buried here-I believe you will know how to choose."

Feng Yan smiled, "You want to put me under house arrest?"

"I'm saving your life." Feng Que said coldly, "Don't blame me. If you want to blame, you blame yourself for having a good start."

The old man stepped back and entered the door, and then all the entrances and exits on all sides fell from stone gates, leaving only one main road left.

Feng Yan recognized this road. Walking forward is the stars of Feng's daughters, and behind is the exit of Changling. The only house left for the underground tomb guardians is also on that end.

But I thought it was clear that the entrances and exits in front and behind must have been blocked by Mrs. Feng.

The candlelight in Changling flickered faintly, and the wind blowing from somewhere gently brushed past Feng Yan's clothes.

When Feng Que walked away, Wei Xingzhen quietly walked out of the shadow in the dark.

"A Yan."

Feng Yan stood there in a daze, as if he hadn't heard his voice.

Wei Xingzhen stood in front of Feng Yan.

"A Yan."
Chapter completed!