1835: Oblivious of Others

Oblivious of Others

Xie Limo hugged and kissed Yun Bixue with an intense passion.1

This kiss was unlike before, not carrying any emotions. There was only tender affection and heartache in it.

Xie Limo treated her like a fragile treasure, conveying his feelings to her.

No words were needed as their feelings were that intense, able to keep out everything else such that they were the only ones in each other's world.

Xie Limo expressed all his self-reproach, heartache, and guilt through that one kiss.

They had been a married couple for a long time, so they had developed chemistry. Yun Bixue understood the feelings he was trying to convey to her. To comfort him, she responded as best as she could.

The two were oblivious of others, and they only had each other in their eyes.

As for Xiajun Yanwu, she was slumped on the ground, unable to get up. But upon hearing Xie Limo's voice from above, her heart still raced wildly.

Xiajun Yanwu's fondness for Xie Limo had reached an obsessive state.

Merely hearing his voice was enough to make her feel agitated, even forgetting he was the one who made her fall to the ground.

There was even joy in Xiajun Yanwu's heart. Just now, Xie Limo was very very near to her.

She could easily touch him. Just now, it was truly the closest she had been to him—she could even sniff his scent.

As she struggled to raise her head to look at Xie Limo, she saw him and Yun Bixue locked in a tight embrace. The two of them were glued to each other, and no one could step in between them.

What's more, as she listened on, the two of them began kissing.

Provoked to the max, Xiajun Yanwu's eyes reddened. She stared at the two of them with jealousy and hatred, her heart pounding violently, desperately hoping she could kill Yun Bixue…

Such jealousy and hatred made Xiajun Yanwu's pretty face contorted.

But the instant she opened her mouth, she vomited out blood. Xie Limo had exerted great force into that kick earlier, so she was now suffering from severe internal injuries.

The agitated Xiajun Yanwu was forced to look at Xie Limo and Yun Bixue being intimate, her eyes shooting out countless daggers. She couldn't wait to stab holes into these two people.

Right now, outside the princess' compound, Xiajun Yanting was holding the video in his hands with a startled look in his eyes. "What is this?"

"Our Young Madam said that Your Majesty will understand after you watch it."

Xiajun Yanting's pretty brows furrowed, and a complex look appeared in his eyes. He glanced at the camera in his hands and hesitated before tapping on the play button.

The instant he did, he realized it was a recorded conversation, and it was Xiajun Yanwu's voice.

As he listened, Xiajun Yanting's hands began shaking. His expression changed, and his body grew so tense and stiff he wasn't able to breathe.

When he heard Xiajun Yanwu speaking about his most beloved woman, Xiajun Yanting felt depleted of all strength. His hands were no longer able to hold onto things.

Clutching his chest, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Looking as the camera was about to drop to the ground, a hidden guard caught it in one swoop, preventing that from happening.

Xiajun Yanting stumbled several steps, gripping the car next to him and started coughing.

The trusty aides who came with him looked worried and anxious. "Your Majesty?"

Xiajun Yanting waved a hand, his entire being soaked in grief and pain.

"Haha, haha… cough cough…"

The pain was evident in Xiajun Yanting's laughter…

All these years, he had misunderstood too many things. The truth turned out to be so brutal.

His fiancée, his princess consort, hadn't fallen for someone else. She was a victim of his younger sister's schemes.

How could he believe and accept this?

All these years, he had been bearing a grudge, hungry for power. Only he himself knew that these were not what he liked.

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