"Qingge."
The sound of a clear song made everyone who had already stepped into the gate pause and look back.
Seeing the noble figure in purple robe standing not far from Feng Mansion, everyone couldn't help but look at Feng Qingge, who was dressed in white with a beautiful face and a cool demeanor.
The person who came was the Third Prince Murong Yixuan, her fiancé. Although the old man had proposed to cancel their marriage, the marriage was still delayed because of Murong Yixuan's unwillingness, and their relationship had not been severed.
The onlookers were not optimistic about their marriage at first, because Murong Yixuan was the most talented and promising child of the new generation of Yao Ri.
Although Feng Qingge is the eldest daughter of the Feng family and the most beautiful woman in Yao Ri, in this world where strength is respected, her strength is mediocre and unremarkable in the eyes of the world. Even the legitimate children of some families are more talented and powerful than her. Not to mention that her appearance was ruined some time ago.
Even though her appearance has been restored now, her cultivation strength is too weak. In the eyes of everyone, she is still not worthy of Murong Yixuan. After all, a man of destiny must be accompanied by a woman with first-class appearance and strength.
"You go in first!" She handed Yangyang to her grandfather and let them go in first.
"Okay, then you guys talk! If it doesn't work, ask him to come into the house." The old man said, and then took Yangyang inside.
Feng Xiao glanced at Murong Yixuan, shook his head, sighed and walked in. Although he was quite satisfied with Murong Yixuan, it was a pity that his daughter didn't like him anymore and he had no choice. Even if he was satisfied with him, everything had to be based on his daughter's wishes.
Murong Yixuan walked up to her and saw that the scars on her face had all disappeared and her appearance had returned to its former smooth and flawless state. Looking at her so beautiful yet distant, his heart ached slightly, but a gentle smile appeared on his face.
"There's a teahouse not far ahead, let's go have a drink!"
Fengjiu glanced at him and saw many people watching around, so she nodded and followed him to the room on the second floor of the teahouse not far away.
In the compartment, the atmosphere was a little frozen. There was no intimacy and love between lovers, no shyness and obsession.
The two of them sat at the table. Murong Yixuan poured tea for her. Looking at her indifferent and distant expression, he slightly lowered his eyes to hide the pain in his eyes and stared at the tea in his hand: "Grandpa Feng went to my father to talk about canceling the engagement, and I didn't agree."
Feng Jiu took a sip of the tea. When she heard this, her eyes moved slightly. She glanced at him and said, "I've already told you about canceling the engagement. We are not suitable for each other. There is no point in dragging it out."
"Inappropriate?"
He looked up at her indifferent expression in astonishment, and smiled bitterly: "We grew up together as childhood sweethearts, how can we not be suitable? I know you must be angry with me because I didn't recognize you at the beginning, and I also know that it was my fault, but, Qingge, can't you give me another chance?"
Hearing this, Fengjiu looked at him and smiled and shook her head. There was a sharp insight in her clear eyes. A clear and slow voice came out of her mouth slowly, mercilessly striking his heart.
"In fact, you are not as deeply in love with Feng Qingge as you think. With your wisdom, I believe you should have realized long ago that the me sitting in front of you is different from the Feng Qingge you are familiar with."