PFC Chapter 1144: Was Her Obsession Hatred for Me?
Chapter 1144: Was Her Obsession Hatred for Me?
Long Xiyuan was utterly confused, though it seemed to him that the scolding came out of nowhere.However, after a slight hesitation, he immediately grasped the situation.
He turned to hold Zhi’er’s shoulder urgently, asking, "Did you see Fu Xiru in your dream?"
"What did she say? Is there something I don’t know?"
Feng Fuce pushed Long Xiyuan away with one swift motion, pulling Zhi’er protectively behind him.
His icy eyes were filled with displeasure.
Especially the moment Long Xiyuan unconsciously touched Zhi’er, the young man’s gaze seemed to ignite.
"If you want to know what she said, perhaps you should reflect on yourself and think about what you did for her while she was alive."
Feng Fuce’s tone was extremely cold, like thorns piercing into Long Xiyuan’s heart.
Long Xiyuan was somewhat startled, staggering a few steps: "So is her strong attachment because she hates me?"
Zhi’er choked up, shaking her head: "You really don’t understand her. Do you remember the day she died, wasn’t it the memorial day of your child?"
Boom—
Long Xiyuan felt as if he had been struck on the head.
His bewildered expression turned to clarity and sorrow.
"I remember now, yes, that day was indeed the memorial day of our child, but when the child was four months in her womb, it was lost due to an accident."
"All these years, I’ve been afraid that mentioning it would upset her, so I never brought it up."
Therefore, on the day Fu Xiru died, he never connected it to the child’s memorial day.
Zhi’er’s eyes reddened as she said: "Her strong attachment was for you to mourn the child with her, even if only once."
Long Xiyuan was in a daze: "She... she always remembered..."
Feng Fuce pressed his thin lips tight, his jawline hard and cold.
"The child was in her womb; she almost became a mother. Do you think her silence meant she forgot?"
Long Xiyuan’s eyes were filled with grief: "I wronged her. Then, is her strong attachment resolved?"
Zhi’er gently nodded: "In the dream, you were somewhat better than you are now, not so heartless."
"At least at the moment Lady passed away, you were by her side, holding her hand and watching her close her eyes."
Long Xiyuan closed his eyes, bearing immense sorrow, even his tightly clenched fist trembled.
He struggled to control his emotions, not to lose composure in front of everyone.
Zhi’er lowered her eyes, her expression darkening: "There is one thing I can tell you for sure."
"Though she might have belonged to Prince Li Zheng once, you were her sweetheart since she was young."
"Becoming your Empress, Fu Xiru said she never regretted it."
Long Xiyuan couldn’t help but glance back at the palace where Fu Xiru used to stay.
He murmured softly: "Xiru..."
Perhaps he recalled the days when their relationship was good.
He had once been like an ordinary husband, shaping her eyebrows, reciting poetry for her.
But once suspicion taints a relationship, everything changes.
Long Xiyuan could not even remember Fu Xiru’s expression at the end of her life.
Because until her death, he was still angry with her.
They seldom saw each other, and he never understood her thoughts.
Zhi’er couldn’t help asking: "By the way, where are Jin Lian and the others who served Lady now?"
"Lady’s last wish was for you to safely send them out of the palace, so they could enjoy their old age."
Long Xiyuan’s dark eyes jolted.
He opened his thin lips several times, finally saying: "They... are dead."