Chapter 422 Confession

Chapter 422: Pouring Out Heartfelt Words

But recalling the rumors he had once heard about Luo Junhe on the battlefield, he let his guard down a little.

Going head-to-head with the War God Prince of the Dongchen Kingdom, he wasn't sure he could beat him, especially with Ji Yuntang beside him, who always broke the rules.

Hua Feixue mulled it over and concluded that he was no match for the two of them.

If they were waiting here for him, it meant they had already anticipated all of this today. There was no need for him to clash with them head-on.

Hua Feixue was quick to accept his fate. He sat down, raised an eyebrow, and looked intrigued.

He looked at Ji Yuntang. "How did you recognize me?"

"I happened to see the portrait of you that Empress Dowager Yuan had posted, and it looked a lot like you. Plus, with you disguised as a woman staying at Marquis Yongning's residence, this Princess figured your identity must be something big—maybe you were hiding from someone and didn't want to be found."

"Otherwise, why would you have fallen for a hypocrite like Ji Qingfeng?"

Actually, the real reason Ji Yuntang recognized Hua Feixue as Chu Yi, the Crown Prince of the Xishu Kingdom, was that Luo Junhe had casually mentioned he felt like he'd seen him somewhere before.

Luo Junhe racked his brain for two days before he finally remembered where he'd seen that face.

Five or six years ago, when he was an envoy for the Dongchen Kingdom, he'd traveled to the Xishu Kingdom once to wish Emperor Chu a happy birthday.

Back then, he'd caught a distant glimpse of Chu Yi.

Although the guy seemed mentally unstable, his face was stunning—the kind you'd never forget after one look in a crowd.

When Luo Junhe first saw Hua Feixue, he felt there was something indescribably similar about them.

To confirm his hunch, he had Wang Sheng dig up a portrait of Chu Yi, and when he compared them, sure enough, they looked a lot alike.

Add that to the current state of the Xishu Kingdom and the Crown Prince's situation, and it made sense why he'd disguise himself as a woman and go into hiding.

To prove to Hua Feixue she wasn't lying, Ji Yuntang even brought out the portrait for him to see.

Hua Feixue looked at it and scoffed in disgust. "This mouth, this face, this head, these eyes—which one of these looks like this Sect Master?"

"That old witch had someone paint me this ugly, and she still thinks she'll find me? She can keep dreaming!"

Ji Yuntang's lips twitched. Was this really the time to argue about whether the portrait was ugly?

Was he missing the whole point?

"Yuan Qiongying, that old witch, is not just evil at heart, she's blind too. Serves her right that she couldn't have a son."

The more Hua Feixue stared at it, the angrier he got. He actually ripped the portrait to shreds with his bare hands and pointed up at the sky, cursing.

"Damn you, Heaven! Why don't you just strike her dead with a lightning bolt?"

Seeing him suddenly get so worked up, Ji Yuntang quickly poured him a cup of chrysanthemum tea.

"Your Highness, have some tea to cool off."

Hua Feixue drained the cup in one gulp and sat back down. "Just call me Sect Master. Those four words feel weird to me."

Hearing those four words reminded him of his father, mother, and his dead brothers and sisters. Those blood debts, every time he thought about them, brought him unbearable pain.

He asked Ji Yuntang, "Do you have any wine here?"

Ji Yuntang nodded. "I'll go get some for you."

Two jars of Dream Fragrance were brought out, and Hua Feixue directly hugged a jar, tilting his head back to drink.

Over the years, he had relied on drinking and martial arts to numb himself, to numb the pain deep inside.

He couldn't find an outlet, couldn't find anyone to talk to, so he could only bury that pain deep in his heart.

Now that he'd met Ji Yuntang, and she could see right through him, he felt like he didn't have to hide anymore.

He was so tired—so damn tired!

Ji Yuntang could totally understand how Hua Feixue felt. She asked, "So, Sect Master, what's your plan from here? Are you gonna spend your whole life hiding like this?"

Hua Feixue shook his head, a hint of loneliness on his enchanting, seductive face.

"I don't know. I'm not gonna die anytime soon anyway. I'll just take it one day at a time!"

Ji Yuntang: "..."

She felt Hua Feixue was being a bit too down in the dumps, but she wasn't great at comforting people, so she had Luo Junhe drink with him.

"A He, have a drink with him."

Maybe it was true that a thousand cups are shared among close friends. The two men sat under the moonlight, clinking glasses, and gradually, Hua Feixue's defenses began to lower.

He remembered the purpose of his visit to the Prince Ye's residence.

"This Sect Master came today to tell you something—your dear little sister has probably already crawled into the Crown Prince's bed tonight!"

"If nothing unexpected happens, the Crown Prince will go to the Marquis's residence tomorrow to propose marriage. She's stolen your life. Are you really going to just watch her become the Crown Princess?"

"Our Xishu Kingdom has already fallen into the hands of that old witch. If your Dongchen Kingdom falls into Ji Qingqing's hands, it will likely follow the same path as ours."

Ji Yuntang took a sip of tea, her expression calm and composed. "What belongs to me, she can't take away."

"Let her be happy for now. The happier she is now, the more painful it will be when she falls into the abyss."

Hua Feixue raised an eyelid. "Looks like you're not worried at all."

Ji Yuntang chuckled lightly. "Why should I worry?"

"The one who should worry is Ji Qingqing, not me. I don't know what grudge you have against her, but from the moment you wrote to summon her biological parents, it seems you never wanted her to become the Crown Princess."

"Even if I don't make a move, with your abilities as Blood Master, you wouldn't let her get what she wants, would you?"

Hua Feixue tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his gaze turning cold. "No grudge, no grievance. This Sect Master simply can't stand shameless thieves like her!"

"She's clearly a fake, yet she insists on stealing what belongs to others, and then turns around arrogantly saying, 'This is mine, and if you can't take it back, that's your problem.' People like that don't deserve to live."

Ji Yuntang could clearly hear the insinuation.

On the surface, he was cursing Ji Qingqing, but in reality, he was indirectly condemning Empress Dowager Yuan.

Compared to Ji Qingqing's actions, Empress Dowager Yuan was far more detestable.

Luo Junhe set down his wine goblet and looked at Hua Feixue with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Empress Dowager Yuan has taken everything that belongs to your Chu family, killed your mother, and harmed your father. Are you really willing to hand over the throne to her without a fight?"

Hua Feixue lowered his eyes, paused for a moment, then let out a self-deprecating laugh.

"She wields enormous power. Do you think this lord, a lone wolf with nothing to fall back on, could possibly be a match for her?"

Ji Yuntang turned her head to look at him. "What if this princess said I could help you?"

"Would the Sect Master care to cooperate with this princess once?"

"Help me? How would you help me?" Hua Feixue looked taken aback, then sneered, "I have nothing now—not even the Blood Rain Sect. How could I possibly cooperate with you?"

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