rbors an immense hatred for Yunruishi. Let alone Yunruishi coming back for revenge, even if he were in Yunruishi's position, as long as he still drew breath, he would find a way to avenge those depart...As expected, in the next moment, she still couldn't open her eyes and didn't get to see with her own eyes if the corpse on the bed was indeed Mo Yun Jing.

After hearing Feng Ming's suppressed voice, she could no longer bear it and fainted completely this time.

Feng Ming hugged her, princess-carrying her up, then turned and glared fiercely at Han Yun.

He carried her away without a word, heading for the old courtyard they used to rent.

"..."

Looking at the departing figures of the two, Han Yun's eyes were filled with helplessness.

What good would it do to stare at him

This idea wasn't his either, and he's not the culprit.

What could he possibly do The person insists on doing this, what else could he do

......

After passing out this time, An Xuetang regained consciousness after a short while.

As soon as Feng Ming put her down, he saw tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

He pursed his lips, his warm voice like the sun, helplessly saying, "If you want to cry, cry. Your elder brother will always be here."

An Xuetang didn't open her eyes, she lay in bed curled up.

Struggling to hold back tears, her throat ached from trying.

Her chest felt like it was being squeezed by a giant hand, the pain so intense she couldn't breathe. Even with her eyes closed, tears welled up at the corners, threatening to spill over, but she stubbornly refused to make a sound.

Overwhelmed with sadness, my whole body was trembling. My shoulders shook violently as I struggled to contain the pain in my heart. Occasionally, a low, stifled sob would escape my lips.

Feng Ming didn't know if she had accepted this fact.

I just sat on the bed and watched her, afraid that something might happen to her.

After An Xuetang cried, she seemed to have come to a realization. She suddenly opened her eyes wide.

This time, there was no fragility she had shown before. She wiped the tears from her eyes, her red-rimmed eyes staring at Feng Ming, and spoke in an extremely calm voice, "Brother, take me to see him."

"A-Tang, people die and cannot be resurrected. Otherwise, let him...rest in peace first."

"He might not want you to see him like this."

An Xuetang didn't quite understand what he meant, but she still looked at him firmly. "I want to see him. Elder brother, rest assured, this time I won't get into trouble again."

Just now, she was terrified, fearing that the person under the white cloth was Mo Yun Jing. The thought of her beloved one becoming a cold corpse overwhelmed her, and she couldn't control her panic. In an instant, her heart pounded, and she fainted from the shock.

But after crying, for some reason, there was always a voice in her heart telling her...

That person is not Mo Yunjing, absolutely not Mo Yunjing. The Mo Yunjing she knew would never let herself die so easily.

Back then, when she first arrived here, she met Mo Yun Jing who was poisoned badly and had crippled legs. Even in such a state, he had never given up searching for an antidote.

There is even a glimmer of hope left.

Now that there are people he cares for in this world, he knows he's carrying a child, knowing full well that everyone under heaven has their eyes on the Beijiang王府.

Given Mo Yunjing's personality and his sense of responsibility, there was no way he would simply abandon them—his mother, son, Mo Junyi, and the entire Beijang Wangfu. He wouldn't leave this world entirely.

Therefore, the body just now was definitely not his.

Now that An Xuetang had come to her senses, she was going to find evidence to prove that the person was not her Mo Yunjing.

Phoenix finally gave in to her, watching her hesitate for a moment before standing up and reaching out to pull her up.

The two walked toward the small cabin once again.

Han Yun's eyes flashed as she saw the two people return.

But he didn't speak, only fixing his gaze on An Xuetang's face, wanting to know what she was thinking now.

After An Xuetang entered, she took a long look at him before her gaze fell upon the corpse.

The body was covered again with a white sheet.

This time, she seemed to have let go of something. Her steps were no longer heavy.

She strode over to the body in three or two steps, needing no psychological preparation. She directly reached out and pulled back the white sheet covering the corpse.

When she saw the body under the white sheet, her pupils dilated.

Especially seeing that hideous face, she instinctively felt a chill down her spine.

Finally understand what Feng Ming meant just now.

If Mo Yun Jing's face became like this, it would indeed be something one wouldn't want her to see.

This face is almost completely destroyed, you can't even make out the features.

This person's face was slashed repeatedly with a knife. The blade was probably poisoned, because each cut is rotting.

This made the face look extremely ferocious, terrifying, even horrifying.

This person was wearing the clothes of Mo Yun Jing.

Before Mo Yunjing set out on his campaign, she meticulously arranged each piece of clothing for him.

So, with just one glance, she knew the clothes this person wore belonged to Mo Yun Jing.

Looking at this person's figure, it is indeed exactly the same as Mo Yunjing's.

But there was no extreme sadness in An Xuetang's eyes.

Hanyun and Fengming stood to her left and right, their eyes never leaving her face, watching her every expression change.

But both of them couldn't understand what she was thinking now.

Hanyun and Fengming exchanged a glance, then as if nothing had happened, they looked away.

Moments later, Han Yun suddenly said, "Your Highness, may you find solace in this difficult time."

"!"

His words clearly touched An Xue Tang's reverse scale. She, who had no change in expression before hearing this, suddenly became sharp-eyed after hearing it.

Without a word, she turned and shoved Han Yun aside, reprimanding him in a low voice, "Who told you this is the King of Beijang"

Han Yun's heart skipped a beat. Could it be... exposed

It shouldn't be that way.

Such a figure was exactly the same as Mo Yunjing's.

And what's more, these were personally selected by Mo Yunjing himself.

Even Lian Moyunjing said that as long as An Xuetang saw this person, she would believe it.

But now looking at the expression of the North Frontier Princess, it was clear she didn't believe him at all.

He was freaking out right now.

But, An Xue Tang's gaze was fixed on his face, and he could only force himself to remain calm. "I know this news is hard to accept, but Your Highness, he just..."

He is not.

Without giving Han Yun a chance to speak, An Xue Tang interrupted him very firmly, "He isn't Mo Yun Jing at all."

Han Yun pursed her lips. "Why does the princess think this person isn't the King of Beijiang"

He was clearly wearing the attire of the King of Beijiang, his figure identical to that of the King of Beijiang, and he even had the belongings of the King of Beijiang on him.

"And though this face is disfigured, but...but King Beijiang was indeed disfigured by Yunrui's sword before he fell off the cliff."

"I reckon Yun Rui had laced that blade with poison back then, which is what caused King Bei Jiang's face to become like this."

An Xuetang just stared at him, hearing his analysis of these words, she kept staring at him without saying whether she believed it or not.

Nor did he explain why he could clearly tell this person was not Mo Yunjing.

She just kept staring at him.

An Xuetang's gaze made Han Yun's scalp tingle, feeling like he might have been exposed after allng that this was what he thought of An Xue Tang, Feng Ming's emotions instantly became a bit agitated, "Mo Yun Jing, you and Ah Tang are husband and wife, how can you not believe in her character""You...