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You Xuanyao's expression suddenly became very ugly.
He grabbed Yang Qingge's hand again, as if her words had provoked him: "What do you mean you are not Yang Qingge anymore? Do you want to leave me again? I have already obtained the emperor's decree for our marriage two years ago. You are my lawfully wedded wife!"
"Is it because of that Xiao Rong? Are you siding with that Xiao Rong? I haven't asked you yet, what is your relationship with him?"
Yang Qingge's wrist, which was already red from being gripped, now felt even more painful.
She frowned, trying to break free from You Xuanyao's restraint: "Let go of me. Can't you speak nicely? Do you have to do this every time?"
Before she could finish her sentence, the man's anger became even more apparent.
"How am I? You faked your death for two years, leaving me in agony with no word from you. Now you appear in front of me, and before we can even exchange a few words, you tell me that you are not the old Yang Qingge, and that we have no debts to each other. How do you expect me to stay calm?"
"Yes, that's who I am. I'm overbearing, unreasonable. Is it only that false demeanor of Xiao Rong that suits your taste?"
As he spoke, his chest heaved with anger, and he was about to stand up: "I'll go kill him now. Without him, let's see who you'll go with!"
Yang Qingge couldn't hold back anymore: "It was Xiao Rong who saved me!"
" You Xuanyao, I don't like you anymore. I don't want to be your wife, so I don't want to be Yang Qingge!"
Yang Qingge's words firmly pinned You Xuanyao in place.
At this moment, he realized that the wounds he had suffered on the battlefield in the past were nothing compared to this. Swords could only leave scars on his body, but Yang Qingge could easily shatter his heart. From the continuous subtle pain to the suffocating agony that could drive a person insane.
And this pain cut deep into his flesh, spreading inch by inch with the belated despair, forcing the color to gradually fade from his face, leaving only a pale white. He slowly turned his stiff body, a glint of water shimmering in his ink-black pupils. "What did you just say... say it again."
Yang Qingge The hand hidden in the sleeve clenched slightly: "I said, I don't want to be your wife, I..."
Before she could finish speaking, You Xuanyao took a big step forward and covered her mouth.
He slowly slid down to the ground, his eyes losing all their luster.
He had never thought that Yang Qingge didn't want to be Yang Qingge, the reason being that she didn't want to become his wife. A distant memory emerged in You Xuanyao's mind. It was three years ago.
Under the willow tree in the west of the city of Chang'an, he and Yang Qingge confessed their love for each other and privately agreed to spend their lives together. She smiled brightly and said to him, "I will go back and ask my father to break off the engagement with the Gu Family and allow me to marry you." He furrowed his brow and asked, "But what if the Chancellor does not agree?"
Yang Qingge The pretty face lost its smile.
After a while, she lifted her head with a determined look: "Then let's escape, Yao, let's escape from Chang'an, escape to the ends of the earth, anywhere will do, anyway... I only want to be your wife in this lifetime."
Her words melted You Xuanyao's heart into a puddle of water.
He held her tightly in his arms and said solemnly, "In this lifetime, I will only marry you as my wife." The vows of their youth still echoed in his ears. Now, as they faced each other, everything had changed.
You Xuanyao's heart was already aching so much that he couldn't speak. He could only stubbornly stare at Yang Qingge, trying to find some comfort and support from her expression. However... there was nothing, absolutely nothing.
She looked into her own eyes and found no trace of the former love, nor any tenderness, only coldness.
He refused to give up: "You're lying. You still care about me. You used the name Jixue, you didn't let Xiao Rong hurt me, you clearly..."
Yang Qingge coldly interrupted him: "I don't love you anymore, You Xuanyao. The reason I used this name is because the person I love is the young You Xuanyao from my youth."
"As for not letting Xiao Rong hurt you... you are now General Lingyun of Daxia. If you die, we cannot escape."
You Xuanyao's voice was hoarse: "For Xiao Rong?"
Yang Qingge didn't hesitate at all: "Yes, for him, for Qingshui Square, and for myself."
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