Chapter 173: I, Don't Write!

every time I see him, gives me a feeling of comfort like a gentle breeze passing through my heart.Especially, seeing her as a princess, he could not help but be humble.Just this composure alone is som...She is mine, and I will not write!

Blood, dripping from Feng Li Ye's lips, one drop at a time.

Soon, the floor beneath him was stained red.

That piece of white paper, he finally reached for it, but under everyone's expectant gaze, he tore it to shreds.

"You scoundrel..."

Yàn Liúyuè gasped for air, but she couldn't catch it. Suddenly, her vision went black and she fainted.

"Mother!" Feng Chenmo extended a long leg, hurriedly supporting her.

"Uncle Chou, Mother fainted. Please come and take a look!"

Before becoming a Blue Stockings, she had followed the General in his campaigns for many years. Through all this time, she had also learned a little about medicine.

He immediately went over and took Yan Liu Yue's hand.

Feng Li Ye still knelt before the spirit tablets of Nan Xing and Feng Hong Tao, also looking at Yan Liu Yue who was helped to a chair. Worry continued to cloud her eyes.

He doesn't want to make his mother sad.

If possible, I would rather not have my own life than anger my mother.

As for this matter, he couldn't back down.

Why is he unwilling to write a divorce letter even if it means dying Perhaps, he doesn't even know himself.

Although I don't want to, deep down, I just can't bring myself to do it.

He doesn't want to write!

Lan Zhu gave Yan Liu Yue a few acupuncture points, and then pinched her Ren point for a while. Yan Liu Yue slowly woke up.

"Mother!" Feng Chen Mo held onto Yan Liu Yue's hand, pleadingly said: "Mother, please don't be angry, big brother knows he was wrong! Mother, your health is important!"

The heart of Yan Liu Yue is still churning with passion and fury.

She looked at her son kneeling before her in the hall.

Feng Chen mo hurriedly said, "Big brother, speak up!"

Big brother doesn't like that Ninth Princess at all. All of Big brother's thoughts are on the battlefield, and matters of love and romance are insignificant to him.

Big brother, is there something you're not saying Otherwise, he wouldn't defy his mother for a woman!

"Big brother!"

But Feng Liye still knelt straight, unmoved.

"Big brother, did the Ninth Princess use some tricks on you Did the Ninth Princess force you"

Although, he didn't believe that his omnipotent older brother would resort to such coercion.

> Why is that, Big Brother

Yàn Liú Yuè slowly stood up. Looking at the blood still oozing from her son's back, she felt a mixture of heartache and disappointment.

Son, I won't listen to her anymore!

"Kneel down here and reflect on your actions!"

She let out a low breath, her cold eyes falling on the blue chip.

"Bring him another sheet of paper and a pen. He is not allowed to get up until he writes something."

Yàn Liúyuè left, returning to guard Chǔ Wēiyún.

The senior official presented the paper and pen to Feng Liye once again: "Young Master..."

"I won't write it, Uncle Zhou. Take it." Feng Liye's gaze was calm, with no resentment, anger, or despair.

That's so determined!

The blue-chip sighed, "Your temper... ah! It's just like the General."

It's a pity that such stubbornness is used for this kind of thing.

If he's unwilling, this knot will probably be impossible to untie.

The blue-chip left his belongings behind and also departed. He still had to guard the doors of his madam and county lord's chambers, just in case there were any more incidents during the night.

Feng Chenmo watched as the blood gushed from his elder brother's back, his heart clenching painfully.

"Brother, why don't we find a doctor..."

"No need." As expected, Feng Liye firmly refused.

Feng Chenmo really couldn't understand: "Brother, are you really in love with the Ninth Princess"

In Feng Chenmo's view, falling in love with the daughter of an enemy was an inconceivable thing.

Feng Liye closed his eyes and remained silent.

He only knew, writing a divorce letter, he didn't want to write it. He didn't want to let go!

I've never considered liking or disliking it.

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First published on Traditional Chinese Novel Networkment, Feng Liye's anger had long since subsided.Looking at her slightly parted, pale pink lips, a surge of impulse coursed through him, one he hadn't even anticipated himself, stirring something deep...