Chapter 1707: Chongfei’s Darkening Script 59

Chapter 1707: Chapter 1707: Chongfei’s Darkening Script 59

Xun Jing reached out and pinched Su Yan’s chin.

"Thinking of sunflowers? Seeing the sunflowers in the yard, where do they remind you of?"

Su Yan

"It’s just, the ones I used to plant at Prince Zhen Nan’s mansion."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xun Jing’s dark eyes stared at her for a long time.

He spoke,

"Do you want them very much?"

"Not really."

She just happened to think of them when she saw these sunflowers.

He listened and said thoughtfully,

"The sunflowers at Prince Zhen Nan’s mansion should be blooming, right?"

Su Yan was puzzled,

"Hmm?"

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At a certain courtyard of Prince Zhen Nan’s mansion.

Ouyang Yu stood at the gate of the courtyard, looking at the large bloom of sunflowers inside.

Lush and green, filling the entire yard.

Opening the door gave a sense of brightness within the heart.

Looking at these sunflowers, the mood improved significantly.

He stood there watching.

He discovered these sunflowers, quite by accident.

Came here unintentionally, opened the door unintentionally, saw these sunflowers blooming freely unintentionally.

He clasped his hands behind his back, his mind flashing back to that woman.

She was the most extraordinary woman he had ever met.

A woman who could injure him with her hard-hitting martial arts.

Even a woman who gave him a sense of pressure.

The battle in the rain was especially memorable for him.

Perhaps it was because of that battle that Ouyang Yu slightly regretted letting the Princess go.

He had never met anyone like that before.

Possessing martial arts, yet devoid of any killing aura.

Ouyang Yu thought, his expression cold and hard.

Looking at the courtyard full of blooming sunflowers, they bloomed even better.

But······.

If he could do it all over again, he would likely make the same choice.

Ten miles of Qingzhou versus a woman.

The weight of each was obvious.

Just as he was thinking, a voice came from behind.

"General."

It was a woman’s voice.

Song Zhen dressed in red, looked at Ouyang Yu with eyes full of admiration.

Ouyang Yu turned to look at her.

Song Zhen’s gaze inadvertently swept past the sunflowers that filled the courtyard behind him.

Her body stiffened for a moment.

Gripping the handkerchief in her hand tightly.

Her smile could barely be maintained.

He spoke,

"What is it?"

His voice, flat and devoid of emotion, brought Song Zhen back to her senses.

She quickly said,

"The General said he’s willing to marry me?"

Looking at Song Zhen, she was much thinner than before.

She seemed like skin and bones, ready to fall over with a gust of wind.

He averted his gaze.

"Is it me and no one else you want?"

His words made Song Zhen’s body tremble.

But, Song Zhen began nodding with determination,

"Yes, if not the General, Song Zhen would rather die."

He continued,

"I have never planned on marrying. Never had anyone in my heart."

His meaning was quite clear.

He didn’t like her.

Yet, she still wanted to marry?

Song Zhen clutched her handkerchief, only finding the vast spread of sunflowers behind Ouyang Yu particularly glaring.

She nodded,

"I understand."

Still want to marry?

Of course, she wanted to marry.

Marrying him was her life’s dream.

Song Zhen lived to marry Ouyang Yu.

No matter if Ouyang Yu liked her or not.

She would become his official wife.

Ouyang Yu in his black robe, more solitary and cold.

No one knew how long it took.

The continuous rain fell again over Shangyun City.

The head of the Song Family came to his door, kneeling.

Begging him to see Song Zhen one last time.

Saying she was about to pass away like fallen petals.

She hadn’t eaten or drunk for many days.

Completely resolved that if she couldn’t marry him, she would only choose death.

He looked at the woman who had once fought alongside him on the battlefield, seemingly drifting further away.

The person standing before him now, somewhat unfamiliar.

She was ruthless enough.