Chapter 445: As for Wuhen, I'll just treat him as dead

Fu Hanxiu's Adam's apple rolled up and down.

He didn't know if it was his imagination, but he always felt that when she faced him now, it was as if she were facing a stranger.

His thin lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

The two just sat there in the cold wind, silent and speechless.

Just as Fu Hanxiu thought she wouldn't take the initiative to talk to him, Ye Qingran suddenly stood up and, under his astonished gaze, walked over to him.

Watching Ye Qingran walk toward him, Fu Hanxiu's pupils gradually shrank.

She was naturally stunningly beautiful, and now under the starlight and moonlight, she resembled a dark-night elf.

Her beauty was beyond compare.

"You..."

Ye Qingran stopped a foot away from him, curled the corner of her lips, and then, to Fu Hanxiu's stunned disbelief, sat on his thigh.

Fu Hanxiu felt his whole body stiffen, his blood flowing backward.

What is she doing?

Although she had not never been this intimate with him before, back then he was in the guise of Wuhen!

Fu Hanxiu felt so excited his ears went deaf; the only sound he could hear was his own thundering heartbeat.

Her soft hand, bonelessly light, rested on his shoulder; her slender fingers slid down lightly, from his shoulder to his chest.

This sent a wave of numbness through him, making his whole body tremble uncontrollably.

"Emperor Sovereign, what's wrong with you? Your heart is racing so fast?"

Fu Hanxiu: "......"

Why is his heart racing so fast? She must know best.

"We've been this intimate before; Emperor Sovereign, you don't need to react so strongly."

She half-smiled, but her words made Fu Hanxiu's gaze freeze.

What did she say?

We haven't never been this intimate before?

Could it be, she...

Ye Qingran withdrew her gaze and lifted her finger to look.

There she had smeared a drop of Dragon Yan Grass juice, which originally showed a rich purple, but now had turned black, like a black mole on her fingertip.

She paused for a second, and her whole body went stiff.

Last night she had put 'Like Smoke' into Fu Hanxiu's tea.

'Like Smoke' is the only thing in this world that can turn Dragon Yan Grass from purple to black.

Everything was now clear as day.

It turned out that Fu Hanxiu and Wuhen were truly the same person!

She clenched her fist, then relaxed it...

Although she had long suspected that Fu Hanxiu and Wuhen were the same person, when she finally saw the concrete evidence she still couldn't help but feel her blood surge, an indescribable emotion filling her heart.

Wuhen is Fu Hanxiu!

Two utterly different faces flickered alternately in her mind.

Two similar silhouettes slowly overlapped.

Soon her face returned to normal; she pinched her fingertip, and the black mark instantly turned to powder, scattering in the wind.

Just like her emotions a moment ago.

Fu Hanxiu clearly felt that the woman sitting on his thigh, leaning into his embrace, had a momentary abnormality; but he didn't know what had happened to her.

"You, what's wrong with you?"

His Adam's apple rolled a few times as he struggled to utter those few words.

"It's nothing; I just heard some good news and some bad news."

She lightly shook her head, her tone quite normal, even a bit more charming than usual.

"Some good news, and some bad news?"

"What good news and bad news?"

Ye Qingran braced her hands on his chest; they were less than two feet apart. He was too tall, so sitting on his thigh she could barely meet his gaze eye‑to‑eye.

"Emperor Sovereign, you should know. Or should I call you... Wuhen?"

Fu Hanxiu's eyes trembled violently.

She called him, Wuhen?

As expected, she knows everything!

"You..." his thin lips moved, "I..."

For a moment he actually didn't know what to say.

"Are you going to ask how I found out, then have me explain that you didn't mean to deceive me, that you have your own difficulties?"

Ye Qingran half‑smiled.

He couldn't tell from her expression whether she was angry, or if so, how angry.

Her words left him utterly speechless.

"I'm sorry..."

A thousand words ultimately reduced to a single "sorry."

Ye Qingran's originally gentle gaze also took on a hint of coldness because of that apology.

The smile on her face gradually faded and sank.

Fu Hanxiu felt waves of panic, wanting to reach out and hug her, but she suddenly pulled away.

"Fu Hanxiu, do you think I'm especially easy to fool?"

Before Fu Hanxiu could deny, she added: "Also, not easy to fool—how could you have deceived me for so long?"

After saying that, she gave a self-mocking laugh.

Looking back now, she really was pure and laughable, being played around by a man using two identities.

"No, it's not like that! I didn't intend to deceive you. Back then, I approached you as Wuhen because you rejected the National Master identity; I had no way to get close to you, so I had no choice but to become Wuhen..."

"Oh, I see..." Ye Qingran suddenly understood, nodding repeatedly, a faint curve at the corner of her lips, giving the impression that she understood him.

But her smile didn't reach her eyes.

"Fu Hanxiu, dare you say that when you approached me as Wuhen, you had no other motive?"

Fu Hanxiu pressed his lips tightly.

He could not deny that.

At that time, he indeed used the identity of Wuhen to extract some information from her.

For example, Ye Qingran told Wuhen about Lin Xueyan's matter, which let Fu Hanxiu learn what happened back then at the Soul-breaking Abyss, and thus he guessed the truth that she was the child's birth mother.

"As expected of the Emperor Sovereign at the pinnacle of contending for the deer, not only is his power unmatched, but his talent for deception is also beyond compare."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have deceived you..."

"You don't need to apologize; you've done nothing wrong, the fault is mine!" She herself was foolish.

"Don't say that; you can punish me however you like, I only beg you not to abandon me!"

"Speaking as Emperor Sovereign, we originally had nothing, so what's there to talk about abandoning?"

"But, Wuhen..."

Ye Qingran gave a sarcastic smile: "Wuhen? Who is Wuhen? Does anyone named Wuhen even exist in this world?"

Her Wuhen was ultimately nothing but a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water!

Only Fu Hanxiu truly exists!

"Raner, how can you forgive me?"

His gaze was earnest, his tone tinged with a humility unbefitting his status.

"I'm nothing but a fool you've played around, what do you want my forgiveness for?"

"No, it's not like that!"

Fu Hanxiu panicked, reached out to grab her hand, but Ye Qingran shook him off.

She closed her eyes, then opened them again, her depths filled with resolve.

"Fu Hanxiu, go; from now on, aside from the child, we should have no further contact. As for Wuhen, I'll consider him dead."