Chapter 454: Just pretend I'm crazy!

However, there was no difference from how strangers were treated.

Fu Hanxiu's tall stature stood frozen in place.

Ye Qingran walked a few steps toward him, saying, "Emperor Sovereign is busy with affairs; since the child has already been sent back, if there's nothing else, take your leave without seeing me off."

As soon as those words were spoken, the vast Ting Yu Xuan fell silent.

Even the two children sensed the odd atmosphere, let alone Ling Shaoyang and Xia Zhimeng.

"What's going on?" Xia Zhimeng looked at Ling Shaoyang with an inquiring gaze.

Ling Shaoyang shook his head, "How would I know?"

Wasn't it said that his master and Wuhen had a falling out? How come his relationship with Emperor Sovereign also seems very tense?

"Father, if you have nothing else to do, please go back for today."

"Father Lord, please come see us again tomorrow!"

The two kids blinked their eyes and said to Fu Hanxiu,

Ye Qingran heard this, furrowed her brows, and felt deeply regretful.

She shouldn't have lost her composure in front of the children and said those things.

But she just couldn't hold back earlier.

"Raner, I was wrong; will you forgive me?"

Fu Hanxiu lowered his posture greatly.

This left Xia Zhimeng and Ling Shaoyang stunned.

"What's wrong with Emperor Sovereign?"

Xia Zhimeng couldn't help but whisper to Han Xing beside her.

Han Xing glanced at her, pursed his lips, and answered carefully, "Emperor Sovereign is actually Wuhen; they are the same person."

Xia Zhimeng: "......"

If Han Xing hadn't had the foresight to cover her mouth tightly, Xia Zhimeng would have surely shouted out.

Her eyes were full of shock.

Wuhen, and Emperor Sovereign are the same person?

So, if Elder Sister Ran said Wuhen deceived her, doesn't that mean Emperor Sovereign deceived her as well?

No wonder Elder Sister Ran acted that way when she saw Emperor Sovereign!

Forgive?

Ye Qingran's lips curled with a sarcastic smile.

If not for considering the children present, she would have already retorted sarcastically. Seeing the atmosphere between the two grow increasingly strange, Xia Zhimeng's eyes darted, she turned, scooped up the two children, and said, "Come on, Xiao Hu and Xiao Chen, sis will teach you a new game."

Having said that, her feet seemed oiled, and in the blink of an eye she went indoors.

Han Xing, Leng Yue, and the others saw this, glanced at Ye Qingran and then at the not-yet-closed door, and ultimately decided to leave the courtyard for them.

"What are you standing around for? Go!"

Leng Yue grabbed Ling Shaoyang's wrist and pulled him inside.

"Why are you pulling me?"

"Shut up!"

Upon reaching the room, Ling Shaoyang finally reclaimed his hand, "What do you mean by this?"

"Wuhen is Emperor Sovereign!"

Ling Shaoyang, stunned for three seconds: "......"

In the courtyard, for a moment only Fu Hanxiu and Ye Qingran remained.

As for Fu San, he had also secretly hidden himself just earlier.

Ye Qingran glanced toward the room, slightly furrowed her brows, flashed her form, leapt onto the high wall, and vanished instantly. Fu Hanxiu closely followed; the two chased each other, soon arriving at a tranquil garden within the Ye Residence.

Ye Qingran turned her back to Fu Hanxiu, her voice icy as ice.

"Fu Hanxiu, what's the point of acting like this? I thought I had made myself perfectly clear!"

Fu Hanxiu looked at her cold demeanor, and a sense of helplessness welled up in his heart.

"Raner, I shouldn't have approached you using Wuhen's identity; it's all my fault... but I truly didn't mean to..."

"What's the point of saying these things?"

Ye Qingran snorted coldly.

What happened, happened.

The harm she suffered is irreversible.

Perhaps others would think she's being overly sentimental. Clearly she suffered no loss, so why cling to this?

But only she herself knows that her spirit has sustained severe trauma.

Being toyed with by the man she loves, using two identities back and forth, is simply unforgivable to her.

Even if Fu Hanxiu harbored no malice, and even truly had difficulties.

But over this period, her self-doubt and negation, the mental torment she endured—can it just be ignored?

Even stepping back ten thousand steps, this time Fu Hanxiu could deceive her this way; next time, might he use another method to deceive her?

Who could guarantee that?

"How can you forgive me?"

"I've said it before—you don't need my forgiveness! Moreover, I won't forgive you either!"

Ye Qingran answered almost without thinking.

She never looked at him.

The upright silhouette exuded a resolute air.

Fu Hanxiu's peerlessly handsome face was filled with defeat.

He can make the whole world submit, but she alone is an exception.

Behind, a prolonged silence settled.

The two stood there, one ahead of the other; she stared ahead, he gazed at her silhouette.

Until Ye Qingran's patience was nearly exhausted, a low chuckle finally came from behind.

"Since you don't believe me, I'll dig out my heart and show it to you."

Ye Qingran's eyes flickered.

What is this guy trying to do?

Her hand at her side clenched into a fist, and when she smelled a whiff of blood, she finally snapped around.

When she saw what he was doing, her pupils constricted sharply.

She saw Fu Hanxiu had somehow produced a one‑foot‑long dagger, its cold blade like iron, and now the dagger was already partially lodged in his chest!

Bright red blood streamed down the dagger, dripping onto the ground.

"What are you doing?!"

She was both shocked and angry.

A seductive curve lifted at the corner of Fu Hanxiu's mouth.

"You said you don't believe me, so I'll pull out my heart and show you."

"Are you mad?!"

"Just consider me mad!"

Before meeting Ye Qingran, he never imagined he would one day do something that trampled his own life, but after meeting her, he found it came naturally.

Finishing his words, he pressed harder, and the dagger sank in further.

Ye Qingran thought Fu Hanxiu was truly mad.

"Stop!"

"Then do you believe me?"

"What's the point of saying this? Even if I believed you, what would that change? The deed is already done!"

Fu Hanxiu closed his eyes. "Then I should certainly pull out my heart for you. After all, if you won't forgive me, there's no point in me living."

The dagger kept thrusting deeper.

Ye Qingran had never thought she would one day be threatened with death by a man.

"Fu Hanxiu, do you really think I would be soft‑hearted?"

Ye Qingran clenched her fist.

She was gambling.

She gambled that Fu Hanxiu was only threatening her.

He would never actually do it!

"Is that so?"

A deeper smile curled at Fu Hanxiu's mouth.

He was already peerlessly handsome, a paragon of elegance, and now he was as seductive as a fairy.

Suddenly, his gaze darkened, and he increased the force in his hand; the dagger lunged forward, and if no one stopped it, the heart would be pierced!

By then, even a Great Dao Immortal would be powerless to reverse it!

"No!"