The sickly prince is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 77 As long as you say it, the hall will believe you once!
Although having profound witchcraft can be admired and loved by others, it means cutting off love and keeping loneliness from then on.

However, a lifetime is so long, not everyone can endure loneliness.

From what Cang Yanwei said, Feng Qingcheng deduced that Feng Qingwei probably had the same idea as her own. In order to get rid of her identity as a witchcraft inheritor, Feng Qingcheng took the risk to cooperate with Cang Yanwei.

However, the next moment, I heard the man say slowly, "No, she is really dead."

"How, how is it possible?" Feng Qingcheng was confused, her beautiful eyes stretched out, "Since she had discussed with you a long time ago, why did she die? Are you really the lone star of the devil, who specializes in killing wives?" ?”

Cang Yanlei's resolute jaw tightened slightly, but no other emotions could be seen in the indifferent eyebrows, "We all underestimated the Zigu on this hall, and when she tried to dissociate the Zigu from the body of this hall, she suffered a lot. Strong backlash and died on the spot."

"Dead?" A look of confusion flashed across Feng Qingcheng's eyes, "Cang Yanli, are you lying to me, or is she lying to you?"

Cang Yan's phoenix eyes tightened for a moment, but soon his eyes returned to silence, and even his tone was calm, "What do you mean?"

"Isn't what I said straightforward enough?" Feng Qingcheng took a deep breath, "After she was buried, I went to the mausoleum to open her coffin, and her coffin was empty."

Cang Yanlu probably did not expect this result, and the indifferent expression on his face finally collapsed instantly, "Impossible, the coffin lid was put on by the hall itself, and I know how heavy the solid wooden coffin is. Even if the person lying inside is a young and strong man, it is absolutely impossible to lift the lid of the coffin directly."

What's more, such a large coffin was buried deep in the ground.

"Believe it or not, this is the truth." Although she didn't see it with her own eyes, she remembered very clearly that the original owner once went to the cemetery to open the coffin alone.

It was precisely because she firmly believed that Feng Qingyu was still alive that the original owner married into the palace regardless of everyone's opposition.

Cang Yanlai was silent for a long time, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and the corners of his lips were slightly curved.

All the daughters of the Feng family know witchcraft. If Feng Qingyu really faked his death, wouldn't he have been tricked by her?

However, he clearly remembered that she vomited a lot of blood back then, and even lost her pulse, how could she be alive?

Cang Yanlei's eyes flickered, fireflies still lingered around him, and the green light reflected on his handsome face, reflecting his weak paleness.

His eyes looked beyond Feng Qingcheng at the endless night, as if thinking of something, his eyes suddenly became very subtle.

With his phoenix eyes narrowed, he slowly spoke, "Feng Qingcheng, I have a question in this palace, I hope you can answer it truthfully."

Feng Qingcheng looked at the sharp-edged profile, "You ask."

The man's tone was very calm, without even ups and downs, "Blood jade, is it on you or not?"

"Would you believe me if I said no?"

Cang Yanwei looked down at her, only to see that her eyes were clear and her expression was magnanimous, she didn't look like she had done anything wrong.

"As long as you say it, the hall will believe you once."

"Okay, then let me tell you solemnly for the last time, I have never stolen your blood jade, and I don't know where it is."

Cang Yanlei kept looking at her until she finished speaking the last word, and then he turned his gaze to the distant night sky again, "Okay, I believe in you, I hope you won't disappoint me in the future."

　Three shifts~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)