Transcending the Nine Heavens

Chu Feiling was suddenly stunned, stammering, “What… what did you say? No… you can’t say it?”

“Who said I can’t?” Yang Ruolan glared at him angrily, “How can you be so stupid? What about the next part?”

“What next part?” Chu Feiling was completely confused today, nearly on the verge of breaking down, “Wife, what are you talking about? You’re acting very strange today…”

“I’m going crazy…” Yang Ruolan glared at him with frustration, smoke coming from her seven orifices! This bastard, when it comes to the most important part, he actually starts to divert the topic! Do you know how anxious I am right now?

Looking up to the sky in silence, she murmured, “I really find it strange, how did I end up marrying you…”

Chu Feiling's expression darkened for a moment, he sighed deeply, and said sadly, “You’re right… If you hadn’t married me back then... this life would definitely be much happier than now. Speaking of which… it’s still my fault; it’s because of the internal strife in the Chu Family that you’ve suffered for so many years…”

Yang Ruolan rolled her eyes, collapsing onto the bed with a feeling of extreme helplessness, pleading in a voice devoid of tears, “Damn it… I wanted you to continue! Just keep talking…”

A wave of depression rose in Chu Feiling's heart, muttering that he had never seen someone get addicted to self-reflection like this… But since this was indeed caused by his own family, he could only continue with a bitter face, “...If it weren’t for our Chu Family all these years, how happy would you be now, Ruolan? Marrying me… really made you suffer…”

With the last sentence being sincere and full of emotion: over these eighteen years, whenever Yang Ruolan missed their son and felt bad, Chu Feiling would reflect on himself until he shed tears, and Yang Ruolan's discomfort would vanish without a trace, and he would end up comforting her instead.

This tactic had been effective for eighteen years; Chu Feiling had practiced self-reflection to perfection, achieving a level of eloquence that was like a flower blossoming.

But today, this tactic was clearly not working!

Yang Ruolan suddenly jumped up and grabbed Chu Feiling by the neck, “You pig… do you want to kill me with anger! You’ve been using this tactic to coax me for eighteen years! I was afraid of hurting your feelings, every time it was just pleasantries, and now you’re bringing it up again… do you really want to make me furious?”

Yang Ruolan was furious! Does this pig even know what he’s talking about?

Chu Feiling was completely stunned!

Had his tricks already been seen through?

He couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, saying, “Wife, you’re really great… you’ve never exposed me all these years…” But why did you expose me today?

“Continue!” Yang Ruolan was so furious that she seemed to have lost all form, her heart feeling like twenty-five little kittens were clawing at it.

“You… haven’t you heard it for eighteen years?” Chu Feiling was dying of frustration: “You just said you were going to die of anger… what do you want me to do!…”

Seeing her husband’s aggrieved and frustrated face, Yang Ruolan felt as if she were dying. She banged her head a few times on the quilt, suppressing the impulse to spew blood, and in an extremely gentle voice, she said, “Didn’t you just say that after you and your sworn brother became sworn brothers, you had a heartfelt talk? Right?”

“Yes.” Chu Feiling nodded seriously.

“Then continue, okay? Tell me what you talked about, alright?” Yang Ruolan looked at him with watery eyes, her chest almost about to explode, suddenly shouting, “Alright?!”

With a buzzing sound, the guards and maids near the palace rolled their eyes simultaneously, fainting from the angry shout. How could they endure the roar of an imperial level expert?

Chu Feiling was the first to bear the brunt and felt as if drums were echoing in his ears for a while before he regained his composure, forcing a bitter smile, “So that’s it… I thought…”