The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Hearing this, Feng Ling's body stiffened slightly. Her eyelashes trembled and she looked at Mo Lingqiu.

Mo Lingqiu's expression was a bit complicated, with sadness and prayer. Stare at her,

"You promised me that you would give me a chance. Are you going to give up on me now? Linling, don't do this, okay?"

"Wouldn't it be better for us to live this ordinary life together as before, just the two of us? I will take care of you for the rest of my life. Can you forget about him?"

At some point, Mo Lingqiu walked up to Feng Ling and grabbed her shoulders with both hands.

"sorry,"

Feng Ling said softly, "I only like Xiaojiu."

"Can't anyone else except him?" Mo Lingqiu asked.

A trace of guilt flashed in Feng Ling's eyes, she bit her lower lip, and finally said firmly,

"I'm sorry, Xiaojiu is the irreplaceable Xiaojiu. No one can occupy a place in my heart except him."

Mo Lingqiu was stunned. His hand paused in the air for a moment, and then slowly lowered it.

Hearing Feng Ling's extremely certain answer, he suddenly felt a little chilly, as if he had been pierced by a cold wind.

His heart felt like it was being pressed down by something heavy, making him breathless.

How could he feel so much pain? Mo Lingqiu really didn't know how to describe his mood at this moment.

Ying Xiaojiu only appeared once! Just once! Why did she back down so easily?

Everything he had done before was meaningless.

I have paid so much, but I don't get any attention from Fei Ling. Doesn't she feel anything for him at all?

Mo Lingqiu suddenly felt that his eyes were a little hot, and he subconsciously turned his face away, not wanting her to see his expression.

However, in the peripheral vision, Feng Ling's lost look made Mo Lingqiu feel heartbroken. His heart was swollen as if it had been hollowed out by something, and a stinging sensation spread throughout his body, making him feel very painful.

He really didn't expect that he had put so much effort into taking care of her, but in her eyes, he was still not as good as Ying Xiaojiu.

He could never compare to him.

Mo Lingqiu took a few steps back subconsciously. His steps were unsteady, and his whole body seemed to collapse.

He turned around and walked out. At this moment, Mo Lingqiu had only one thought in his mind:

Get out of here, as soon as possible, and never come back. He was afraid that he would do something bad if he stayed any longer.

Mo Lingqiu's face turned pale. He clenched his fingers tightly and fled the yard almost in panic.

Feng Ling looked at his leaving figure with guilt in her eyes.

Feng Ling wanted to call out to Mo Lingqiu, but in the end she didn't say anything or catch up.

At this moment, Feng Ling only had Xiao Jiu in her heart and nothing else.

She had no intention of speculating on other people's opinions. All her thoughts were focused on how to make Xiaojiu remember her.

In Fengling's memory, Xiao Jiu's figure is always clear.

In those quiet moments they shared in the village, and on the day they were getting married, Xiaojiu held her in his arms and refused to let go, blushing and whispering in her ear her wish to have Xiaojiu.

The next day, before Xiaojiu went out, she specifically mentioned that she wanted to eat the sophora flower cake she made.

These warm scenes replayed repeatedly in Feng Ling's heart.

She firmly believed that Xiao Jiu had only temporarily forgotten the past. As long as she had the opportunity to tell him these memories, Xiao Jiu would definitely remember her again.

Early the next morning, Feng Ling got up.

Mo Lingqiu didn't return home all night last night, and Feng Ling didn't know where he went.

Now her mind was focused on other things and she had no time to care about him.

She had been busy all morning making preparations and making sure everything was ready.

Then, she went straight to Prince Shangyu's Mansion. Yesterday, Feng Ling heard the discussion of his servants, and later sent someone to investigate. Now Xiao Jiu is no longer the simple little killer he used to be.

He is the eldest son of Prince Shangyu, Zhao Yuchen.

However, in Feng Ling's eyes, no matter what his identity was, he was just the person she cared about.

Feng Ling spent a lot of effort to find the residence of Prince Shangyu.

There are two majestic stone lions placed in front of this magnificent mansion, and the surrounding area is heavily guarded.

As soon as Feng Ling reached the door, she was stopped by two guards guarding the door.

"Where did you come from, little girl? Do you know where this place is? This is the palace, not a place you can just come to. You don't want to live anymore, do you?"

Feng Ling was pushed hard by them and almost fell down. She quickly explained,

"I'm not trespassing. I'm here to see your prince. Can you please help me inform him? Just say that there is a girl named Ling Ling who has something to do with him."

But the guard flatly rejected her,

"What are you reporting? It's useless for us to report it to you. The Crown Prince has not been in the house these days and has gone out for something else."

Hearing the guard's words, Feng Ling's face instantly turned pale. She asked eagerly,

"Are you telling the truth? Xiaojiu is not in the house? Where has he gone? When will he come back?"

The guard was obviously annoyed by her question and he interrupted her rudely.

"Why are you such a troubled woman? How dare we inquire about the prince's whereabouts? In short, he is not in the palace. We don't know anything else."

Feng Ling was unwilling to give in and continued to ask. Finally, the guard reluctantly revealed some news.

It is said that after the Lantern Festival, the prince's fiancée fell ill.

Xiaojiu went out this time to ask for a doctor.

It will take at least two or three days to get back.

After learning the news, although Feng Ling was a little disappointed, she could only sit in front of the palace and wait.

After waiting for three days, there was a round trip every day. Sometimes because the waiting time was too long, Feng Ling simply fell asleep sitting in front of the stone pier.

It wasn't until the morning of the third day that she finally found someone. Zhao Yuchen is back.

From a distance, Feng Ling saw a carriage driving towards the main entrance of the palace.

When she saw Xiaojiu getting out of the car, she immediately rushed forward with a joyful smile on her face.

Feng Ling pulled Zhao Yuchen's sleeve and said,

"Xiaojiu, you are finally back. I have been waiting for you for a long time. I have been waiting for you at the door these days."

As soon as Zhao Yuchen heard the sound, he subconsciously turned around and looked.

When he saw who it was and saw the other person's face as pale as snow, he couldn't help but frown.

He stared at the person in front of him coldly, with a hint of impatience in his tone.

"Why are you here again? If I remember correctly, I have already said that I don't know you."

Zhao Yuchen looked at Feng Ling and felt a sense of suffocation in his heart.

Recalling Lingling's illness that night, he felt mixed emotions.

Lingling fell ill when she came back because of what happened that night. She was so sick that she couldn't even get up.

Seeing this living person in front of him again, Zhao Yuchen's face instantly darkened.

The butler noticed the strange atmosphere and quickly stepped forward to smooth things over.

"Your Majesty, you are back. This is Doctor Zhang. Look at this..."

Only then did Zhao Yuchen come to his senses. He turned to the housekeeper and said,

"You take Doctor Zhang back home first to see how Yan Yan's situation is. Let me deal with the matters here before I finish."