The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 288 Can You Really Get Pregnant?
In the dim Dali Temple, Feng Qing stood in front of the window against the light, making it hard to see his expression.

Ye Feiwan said that what she regrets the most is getting acquainted with him.

It's no longer "regret marrying him" as I said at the beginning, but rather, I don't even want to know each other.

Feng Qing quietly swallowed the bitterness in her throat, her eyes narrowed, and she looked at her for a long time: "What about you?" His voice was very soft, with a slightly gloomy ending.

"..." Ye Feiwan remained silent and said nothing.

"Ye Feiwan," Feng Qing's Adam's apple twitched, he hesitated for a while, and finally asked, "Are you really unable to conceive?"

The boulder accumulated in her heart, even though she hated being deceived, was worried about pushing her further away, and chose to pretend not to know, but still asked at this time.

Ye Feiwan's face was slightly pale, but she quickly calmed down, and she looked at him quietly.

In her previous life, Feng Qing didn't want her to conceive his child.

And this life...

She smiled: "I have nothing to say with you."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the door.

There were guards guarding the door, and they were surprised when they saw Ye Feiwan coming out. They quickly glanced at Feng Qing who was not far away, nodded respectfully, and led Ye Feiwan back to the prison.

Feng Qing was still standing where he was, only his hands were clenched tightly by his sides, and the veins on the back of his hands were protruding.

When she turned around just now, he felt in a daze that she was like an epiphyllum in a deep and dark prison, blooming silently, but eventually decaying.

……

Although Ye Feiwan was in the prison, but because of her identity, and Feng Qing had come to see her in person, the jailer was polite to her for a while.

It's just that she seldom speaks, and more often she just sits in a dark corner, looking out through the iron rod, her eyes are calm and dead.

The woman next door said something from time to time, but she never responded.

Until this day, the woman saw that she was still leaning against the wall in silence, her cheeks were pale and expressionless, and she asked out of curiosity, "What crime did you commit to be imprisoned?"

Ye Feiwan's stiff eyes moved, and it took a while before he spoke, his voice hoarse after a long time: "Probably... regicide."

The woman paused, her eyes were full of horror, and she didn't say much after that day.

Ye Feiwan was still alone in the prison, waiting for the arrival of the five days that Feng Qing said.

However, Feng Qing lied again.

Five days, six days, or even ten days passed without anyone coming.

She sat alone in the corner all the time, her eyes were calm, and she waited until the end with her heart still.

She thought a lot, connected the past life and the present life little by little, only to realize that destiny is actually indestructible.

But indestructible doesn't mean... unavoidable.

On the No.17 day in prison, Ye Feiwan was taken out by two guards.

When the cell door opened, her eyes were stinging because she hadn't seen the sun for a long time, and it took her a while before she was brought to the lobby where the prisoners were interrogated in Dali Temple.

There are four red sandalwood chairs on each side, and they are all officials such as Dali Shaoqing and Dali Sicheng.

At this moment, the minister of Dali Temple had a solemn face and a cold expression.

Ye Feiwan was brought by the jailer to stand in the hall without kneeling.

She is innocent, why should she kneel down and admit her mistake?
The minister of Dali Temple looked at the Zhang Zhe in his hand, and it took a long time to put the Zhang Zhe down. After the emperor passed away, King Jing Yuan was in charge of the court, and now Princess Jing Yuan, they really dare not do anything.

"Princess, I heard that you met the late emperor on the day of the late emperor's death, didn't you?" Dali Temple Secretary asked in a deep voice.

Ye Feiwan nodded: "Yes."

Dali Temple Minister frowned: "After seeing you, the first emperor suddenly fell ill, and the red silk on the bed fell to the ground, which proves that there is a reason for it. Someone found a silver hairpin in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. After many comparisons, the silver hairpin The blood on the tip of the hairpin is consistent with the wound on the palm of the former emperor. What else can the princess say?"

Ye Feiwan lowered her eyes and shook her head for a long time.

She had nothing to say, she was the one who was kept in the dark about this matter from beginning to end.

Dali Temple Minister paused for a moment: "That morning, someone even saw the princess wearing this silver hairpin." Speaking of this, he took out the silver hairpin, "I heard that this silver hairpin was a gift from King Jingyuan. Yes or no?"

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly raised his head to look at the silver hairpin in Dali Siqing's hand.

In the previous life, Feng Qing rarely gave her gifts in person, and this hairpin was one of them.She never thought that in the end she pierced his abdomen with a silver hairpin, and it was considered an end to the friendship in the previous life.

In this life, this silver hairpin... has become her criminal evidence again.

"Princess?" Seeing her silence for a long time, Dali Siqing called out in a deep voice.

Ye Feiwan snapped back to her senses, biting the corners of her pale lips, and tasted a few traces of blood in her mouth before she let go, and replied in a low voice, "Yes..."

"Is this hairpin a gift from me, wouldn't it be more convenient to ask me in person?" Ye Feiwan hadn't finished speaking, but was interrupted by a pleasant voice from outside the hall.

Ye Feiwan's body froze, and when she looked back suddenly, she saw Feng Qing approaching slowly in a boa robe, with a golden crown flicking slightly in her hair, which made him even more unparalleled in Qinghua and unparalleled in dignity.

He walked in slowly, but when he saw Ye Feiwan, his steps paused, and then his brows frowned. She... lost a lot of weight, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

"I will see the prince." Dali Temple Minister hurried out from the trial and knelt on the ground, and the surrounding officials knelt down one after another.

In the entire lobby, only Ye Feiwan stood there, looking directly at Feng Qing.

"Get up." Feng Qing responded casually, his eyes swept over the silver hairpin, and then stood beside Ye Feiwan.

Ye Feiwan dodged to the side without showing a trace.

The minister of Dali Temple got up in a hurry, walked to the trial case, picked up the silver hairpin again, but said in a slightly respectful voice, "My lord...do you know this silver hairpin?"

Feng Qing narrowed her eyes slightly.

That hairpin was the proof she wanted him to live when he and Ye Feiwan fell off the cliff.

It was the hairpin she pawned when she fled the palace overnight. That time, he was furious for her easy abandonment.

Also...he finally found it, and stuffed it into the silver hairpin in Ye Feiwan's hand.

Ye Feiwan was also looking at him with calm eyes.

The hairpin was hers, but the emperor was not his victim, all she wanted was a true innocence and truth.

But... Feng Qing finally opened his lips: "This hairpin is just an ordinary silver hairpin, and the workmanship is poor. This king has never seen it in the palace."

Ordinary hairpin, poor workmanship, never seen before...

Ye Feiwan lowered his eyes, his eyes were completely dark.Even though he has decided to give up, it can be seen that he still feels uncomfortable when he belittles what she once loved so much.

Feng Qing, who hated lies the most, lied. He told a lie that everyone knew but no one dared to expose.

Maybe in the eyes of everyone, he was protecting her.

But Ye Feiwan faintly felt that he was hiding the truth.

(End of this chapter)