After transmigrating into the book, she became the male god's white moonlight.

Chapter 200 Her heart is small, it can only hold one person.

"She was willing to bear all of this herself for your future."

To repair your wooden hairpin, I traveled to every crafts shop in the capital.

That night on the overpass, she rejected me because of you; I could tell she still had feelings for you.

"But what about you? You just keep humiliating her with your words."

Have you considered how much harm this will cause her?
Yes, she's an actress, she's not good at anything, but at least her feelings for you are real.

Xing Shu's eyes gradually reddened, her white fingertips tightly gripping Bo Yeyuan's clothes, and she shouted somewhat uncontrollably.

Do you know how envious I am of you sometimes?

Bo Yeyuan seemed to snap out of his daze, "What...do you mean?"

Xing Shu released her hand from her clothes, her eyes filled with tears.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips. "Don't you understand now?"

"Understand what?"

Bo Yeyuan's voice trembled slightly, and a huge sense of panic washed over him.

Reason told him that he should keep listening; he should know what was happening.

Can……

Why is my heart so troubled?
He was afraid, afraid of everything he was about to hear.

No, perhaps he had already guessed it.

It was just an unconscious avoidance.

"Alright, since you want to hear it, I'll tell you everything."

Xing Shu looked at the person on the ground with an indifferent expression, except for her slightly reddened eyes and trembling hands hanging at her sides.

Apart from that, there was absolutely no indication that he had just lost control.

"A year ago, in order to give you a better future, she did not hesitate to ask me to put on a show so that you would misunderstand."

After you left, she picked up the wooden hairpin and held it in her arms like a precious treasure, as if afraid it would break.

Suppressing the sobs in her voice, Xing Shu picked up the cracked wooden hairpin that had been knocked to the ground.

"A year later, no matter what you did to her, she still chose to forgive you."

The night before I left, I confessed my feelings to her. Do you know what she said?

"What did you say?"

Bo Yeyuan's pale lips trembled as he looked up at Xing Shu, his handsome face drained of color.

She said her heart was small, only big enough to hold one person.

But now, that heart has been occupied.

I have no other wish in this life but to grow old with you alone.

If one day he no longer wants her, she will not wish to live on in vain.

Xing Shu closed her eyes, her nails digging deep into her flesh.

He felt a deep pang of heartache for the woman, and the bitterness in his mouth lingered for a long time.

After saying that, he turned and left without lingering.

In the empty room, only Bo Yeyuan remained.

—She's just an actress who's been ridden by thousands and slept with by tens of thousands. I'd be disgusted to even look at her.

—What? You've only been apart for a year and you're already in someone else's bed?
—Your standards are really low. An actor is an actor after all; he can't change his inherent pedantry.

—Would an actor with a naturally 'unrestrained' nature care about where he is?
—Ha, wishful thinking. A mere actress who has been played by countless men doesn't deserve my utmost attention.
No, that's not how it works...

Bo Yeyuan's pale lips moved weakly.

His words to her kept replaying in her mind.

Each scene feels like it happened yesterday, and it's still vivid in my mind.

Tears welled up in her peach blossom eyes, gradually blurring her vision.

He picked up the jade pendant tied to his waist, his hand trembling slightly, and gently stroked it.

original……

He was in charge of everything from beginning to end...

A series of painful cries mixed with a few hints of maniacal laughter escaped from his thin lips.

After an unknown amount of time, it seemed as if he had thought of something.

A hint of ruthlessness flickered in his beautiful eyes. He slowly rose and walked towards the door.

In the dark prison.

The 'tap-tap' sound of footsteps grew louder as they approached.

A man in his thirties or forties, dressed in a white prison uniform, was found barely breathing and tied to a wooden post.

His hands and feet were bound by iron chains, and his body was covered with whip marks stained with bright red blood.

As the man drew closer and closer, her eyes bulged, filled with boundless hatred.

The man chuckled expressionlessly, his brows furrowed with ruthlessness.

He leaned down, turned his head, and a chilling smile curved his lips. "What? Being a prisoner isn't pleasant, is it?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

With his hair disheveled, Sikong Dui shook his head violently, his mouth stuffed with strips of cloth, only able to howl like a stray dog.

Bo Yeyuan's handsome eyes looked down at the person tied to the pillar.

The hand with distinct knuckles removed the strip of cloth stuffed into his mouth.

Once Sikong Dui's mouth was freed, a barrage of unpleasant words followed.

"You beast, you ingrate! I've been so kind to nurture you, and what have you done in return?"

Bo Yeyuan lowered his curved eyelashes, sat on the soft chair, and crossed his long legs.

His handsome face held a hint of nonchalance as he carefully wiped his fingers, which had just touched the strip of cloth, with a tissue.

As if he had heard something funny, he stopped wiping his fingers.

His cold eyes narrowed slightly. "Do you really think I don't know that you've been plotting against me behind my back?"

Sikong Dui's pupils widened instantly, as if he had seen something terrifying. "You... how could you...?"

Bo Yeyuan slowly stood up, his beautiful fingers picking up the sharp knife placed on the table.

“I knew it the moment you brought it up in court.”

It is said that serving a ruler is like serving a tiger. No monarch would be happy to see someone's achievements overshadow his own, and Sikong Dui was no exception.

"I am willing to exchange fifteen cities for the opportunity to join forces with neighboring countries to eliminate me."

You really went to great lengths to deal with me, didn't you?

Bo Yeyuan murmured, the cold touch of the knife gliding across Sikong Dui's face.

With just a slight downward pressure, one can die on the spot.

Using fifteen cities as a condition for a marriage alliance was just a pretext, and the search for news about his mother was also a ruse.

The real intention was for the two countries to join forces to eliminate Bo Yeyuan.

It is easy to imagine how powerful he must be to inspire such fear in neighboring countries.

He spared no expense, even sacrificing one of his most beloved princesses, to lower Bo Yeyuan's guard.

But don't want to...

They were clearly in dire straits, yet they managed to launch a counterattack.

They were dragged from their pedestal to the mud by force, and they could never recover.

And yet, they remained completely oblivious, still basking in their own smugness.

Just like that game of chess back then.

With a "puff" sound.

It was the sound of a knife slicing through an artery, causing blood to gush out.

"You devil, you deserve to die a horrible death..."

The angry words grew fainter and fainter, until they disappeared completely.

People who were alive and well suddenly died.

"Don't worry, you..."

Bo Yeyuan's voice was tender and lingering, "One at a time."

A hint of morbidity crept across his delicate face as he chuckled maniacally.

His hands, stained with blood, resembled a Satan who instilled fear in people from the deepest recesses of their hearts.

P.S.: This chapter is 2000 words long! Wow, does that count as a super update?
Praise me, praise me! o(*≧▽≦)ツ~┴┴
Hmm, Xiaxia thought for a moment and decided to write a monologue to explain why things developed this way and her thought process.

We can't let this dream end with any regrets!
As some of you may already know, the issue that Bo Yeyuan mentioned needed to be resolved was the one they wanted to plot against him.

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