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“Sixth Prince!” Tuoba Mo, who nearly fell off the cliff with Feng Qingxue, was stopped by Xiong Lin at the cost of his life. “Sixth Prince, you are a treasure beyond measure; you must not do something so foolish for a woman from an enemy nation.”
“Enemy nation woman?” Tuoba Mo shook off Xiong Lin with a palm strike but coughed up a mouthful of blood. Just because Feng Qingxue was from an enemy nation, he could neither love nor hate her!
No one would know how terrified he was on the day he married Feng Qingxue under the identity of Xie Qing.
He was the beloved younger brother of Emperor Chu, Tuoba Yu. It was precisely because of this rare familial bond within the imperial family that he chose to change his appearance at the age of ten and risk staying in Jiang Kingdom as Third Prince Xie Qing to gather intelligence on the enemy for Tuoba Yu.
He loved Feng Qingxue, so when he held his bride's smooth and soft hand, free of any calluses, he already anticipated that she was on her way to kill him.
He had never wished for Feng Leng to die; otherwise, Chu State would not have suffered such devastating losses on the battlefield over the past three years.
He had secretly protected Feng Qingxue more than once on the battlefield, which infuriated his elder brother. This time, when Chu State surrendered the city, it was a gamble he had carefully considered and agreed upon with Tuoba Yu.
If he lost, he would lose the identity of Xie Qing in exchange for Jiang Kingdom being incorporated into Chu State's territory.
If his elder brother lost, he would lose three empty cities in exchange for lasting peace between Chu and Jiang nations and a lifetime of safety for Feng Qingxue.
He and Tuoba Yu were betting on whether Feng Qingxue would attempt to assassinate him on their wedding day under his other identity.
The strong wind tousled his unbound black hair as Tuoba Mo stood quietly at the edge of the cliff, his deep gaze replaced by emptiness.
Aside from the identity of Xie Qing, he had lost everything.
“No, it can't be.” He would not allow Feng Qingxue to disappear from his sight just like that. He had planned everything; even if Feng Leng hated him, he would still marry her as the Sixth Princess after breaking her wings.
The recently settled war was reignited by Emperor Chu under the pretext of Jiang Kingdom's Eighth Princess fleeing from marriage. However, the usually shrewd Tuoba Mo now seemed like a lost soul wandering through the mountains in search of his princess.
In the moment of falling, everything from the past flashed through Feng Leng's mind like a revolving lantern.
Twelve years ago, Jiang Kingdom Third Prince Xie Qing had been recuperating for over half a year at Mountain Retreat Palace due to a serious illness.
At that time, Feng Qingxue could never have imagined that the boy with his face wrapped in bandages due to illness would turn out to be Tuoba Mo, who had directly skinned someone to stitch onto his own face, while the real Third Prince Xie Qing had likely met with misfortune long before.
It was snowing lightly as she roamed the mountains, and Feng Qingxue, who loved reading stories, thought that the boy appearing before her with a plain oiled paper umbrella was a Mountain Spirit.
A sharp spear was pointed at the boy's neck, yet he showed no sign of fear.
"Who are you?" she asked, staring at him with her big round eyes.
The boy looked at her and a gentle smile appeared in his eyes. He paused and said, "My name is Xie Qing, what about you?"
So this Mountain Spirit was named Xie Qing, and she had actually become friends with a faceless Mountain Spirit.
With this secret in her heart, Feng Qingxue began visiting the mountains more frequently to practice martial arts, and her movements with the spear became as light as the snowflakes falling around her.
Meanwhile, Xie Qing would quietly hold his plain oiled paper umbrella, watching her practice and then seeing her off as she left.
One time, feeling playful, she threw a snowball at his face when he wasn't paying attention. At that moment, Xie Qing gasped in pain and quickly covered his face.
Unexpectedly, even the Mountain Spirit was afraid of pain; it seemed that his face was his lifeline. Feng Qingxue thought to herself and regretted apologizing to Xie Qing.
However, when she returned to the mountains the next day, there was no sign of Xie Qing.
Could it be that Xie Qing is still angry about yesterday's events?
She shouted Xie Qing's name loudly from halfway up the mountain, but even after waiting from sunrise to sunset, Xie Qing did not appear.
The storybook said that the Mountain Spirit would hide away if frightened, so she had not seen Xie Qing again during her mountain excursions until she was brought into the palace by her father for the Jiang Emperor's birthday, where she finally saw her Mountain Spirit, Xie Qing.
"Xie Qing..." By then, the bandages that had wrapped around Xie Qing's face were long gone, but with those deep-set eyes, she could recognize her at a glance.
Hearing her father's low voice, she realized that Xie Qing was not just a Mountain Spirit from the mountains but was actually the Third Prince of their Jiang Kingdom.
After that, she often ran to the palace to play with Xie Qing, and Xie Qing would occasionally come out to Fengfu to see her. People often referred to them as Childhood Sweethearts; Feng Leng and Xie Qing were just like that.
In the drizzling rain, Tuoba Mo held the barely breathing Feng Leng tightly in his arms, as if he were cradling his most treasured possession, afraid that if he let his guard down for even a moment, the bloodied Feng Leng in his embrace would vanish.
"If you can't save her, I will have you all buried with her!" His deep gaze locked onto Feng Qingxue's pale face as Tuoba Mo spoke in a menacing tone.
For three days and nights, he had stayed by Feng Qingxue's side without sleep. He had watched as the imperial physician pulled Feng Qingxue back from the brink of death and saw her once dark hair gradually turn into a cascade of white.
The imperial physician told him that although Feng Qingxue's life had been saved, she had suffered a blow to the head that left her blind, and her right hand's tendons had been severed. Even if they were reattached, she would likely never be able to wield a sword again.
"Where am I?" Hearing a familiar voice beside him, Tuoba Mo's eyes lit up with a smile of regained hope, yet he still did not answer Feng Qingxue's question.
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