The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

"I really don't know her."

Zhao Yuchen nodded immediately, carefully held Du Yuyan's hand, put it against his chest, and explained seriously,

"You know, since I came back, you are the only woman willing to get close to me. My mother said that we have been an engaged couple since childhood. Do you really not believe me?"

Du Yuyan bit her lip and realized that she might have blamed him wrongly. She lowered her head in embarrassment and asked in a low voice,

"Then...did I really misunderstand you?"

Zhao Yuchen felt a little depressed in his heart, maybe because Du Yuyan refused to believe him, or because tonight's events made him feel uncomfortable.

He held her hand tightly,

"You have to believe me, I only have you in my heart, and I will only marry you in the future. I don't like those things, let alone have any entanglements with those messy women."

Zhao Yuchen promised again and again.

Du Yuyan gradually believed him, but she still felt a little sad.

She was even a little angry, knowing that he was the only one she cared about, so why couldn't she be more careful?

Moreover, his kung fu was so good. Normally when she was in the palace, he would almost break her arm if she came even slightly closer. How could he be hugged by a woman so easily today?

In the end, he didn't care enough.

At this time, Feng Ling noticed something strange about Xiao Jiu.

She looked at the two of them, suspecting that there was something wrong with her hearing. Otherwise, how could she have heard Xiaojiu say that she wanted to marry someone else?

It must be an illusion, she heard wrongly.

However, when she saw Xiaojiu wiping away the woman's tears gently and considerately, her face suddenly turned pale.

At this moment, Feng Ling finally understood and could no longer suppress the pain in her heart.

She struggled harder and finally got rid of the boy's pull.

The disheveled Feng Ling rushed towards Ying Xiaojiu and grabbed his arm tightly, her tears falling like broken beads.

"What did you say?"

Feng Ling's eyes were red and she asked with a trembling voice,

"Who is that messed up woman?"

"How could you not know me?"

"I...I am your fiancée!"

Feng Ling used all her strength to open the two people's clenched palms, and her nails almost dug into Zhao Yuchen's flesh.

Then he pushed Du Yuyan away violently, squeezed to his side, and held on to him tightly.

"I am the one you want to marry, and I am the one you like..."

Feng Ling's tears kept flowing, and her body was shaking uncontrollably. She repeated over and over again,

"It's me, I'm your Lingling...Xiaojiu, look at me..."

Du Yuyan was staggered by Zhao Yuchen's actions. If the maid next to her hadn't quickly helped her with her quick eyesight, she might have fallen to the ground.

This action also made Du Yuyan's doubts resurface in her heart. Seeing the two people tugging intimately, she turned around and left in anger.

Zhao Yuchen wanted to catch up, but was held tightly by Feng Ling. He was really annoyed this time.

Anxiety arose in his heart, and he didn't know what happened tonight?

Time and time again I was pestered by this helpless woman, and I didn't get away both times.

Zhao Yuchen's patience was completely exhausted. Seeing Du Yuyan walking away, his face instantly turned cold.

He didn't look back and ruthlessly shook Feng Ling away.

"I told you, I don't know you. If you keep pestering me like this, I will really be rude to you!" Zhao Yuchen used a lot of force this time, even with some internal force, to throw the person away at once.

Feng Ling didn't expect him to be like this, and she fell back almost uncontrollably.

Zhao Yuchen's pupils tightened unconsciously, and he subconsciously took two steps forward. Perhaps he didn't even realize that at this moment, he actually had the urge to rush forward and catch Feng Ling.

At this time, someone suddenly rushed out from the crowd.

When Mo Lingqiu heard the crying sound, he was immediately attracted.

When he got closer, he was shocked to find that Feng Ling was being roughly pushed by a man. Mo Lingqiu's heartbeat accelerated instantly. He subconsciously rushed forward and held Feng Ling tightly in his arms to prevent her from falling.

His heart was filled with doubts and anger. Why had she been treated like this during the short period of time he left?

When did the sweetheart he had always protected become so fragile?

Seeing Ying Xiaojiu's figure, his palms tightened involuntarily, and a coldness flashed in his eyes.

"Who dares to bully you? I left for a while and you became like this. Tell me and I will definitely help you..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Lingqiu looked up and saw Ying Xiaojiu standing quietly in front of him.

The hand that was originally caressing Feng Ling's waist suddenly became as stiff as if frozen, and then the strength instantly increased, holding it tightly.

At that moment, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

Mo Lingqiu stood there in shock, the expression on his face became distorted, and a deep shock surged in his heart.

...Ying Xiaojiu, he is still alive!

How is this going? Shouldn't he be dead?

If he couldn't defeat him in such a difficult situation at the beginning, what does the current situation mean?

Is this revenge on him? Or does Ying Xiaojiu want to take Ling Ling back from him?

Mo Lingqiu narrowed his eyes, revealing a hint of cold murderous intent in his eyes.

He was weighing in his mind whether he should strike first.

However, in this crowded street, in front of Ling Ling, he couldn't be too presumptuous.

And, no matter the reason, he never gives up.

Opposite him, Zhao Yuchen frowned slightly. Seeing the two of them cuddling together, he suddenly felt a dull pain in the wound on his chest.

It has obviously been almost a year since the wound healed.

This made him feel a strong sense of rejection towards the two people in front of him, and a deep disgust surged out of his heart uncontrollably, as if his heart was being torn out, and even his breathing became unsmooth.

Zhao Yuchen clenched his fingers unconsciously and stared at the two of them coldly.

He didn't understand why he suddenly felt disgusted with these two people.

However, when he saw the woman's messy hair and crimson eyes, an inexplicable regret surged in his heart.

Zhao Yuchen took a deep breath and tried to calm down his complicated emotions. He lowered his head and said to the man:

"I did mishandle what happened just now, but I am not the person you are looking for. I beg you, please don't pester me anymore."

His voice was low, obviously tinged with annoyance and indifference.

Mo Lingqiu raised his head and looked at the man in front of him carefully. He looked exactly like Ying Xiaojiu, but his temperament was completely different.

The killer's aura is always silent, and although this person is also low-key, he gives people a completely different feeling from the killer.

This made him doubt the identity of this person.

If he was really Ying Xiaojiu, Mo Lingqiu knew that he would not be so calm.

When he saw him holding Feng Ling, he should have lost his mind.