bookcurios Chapter 132: Confidant
Chapter 132: Confidant
Qingyue gently put down the wine glass, her eyes slightly blurred as she looked into the distance.
Her voice was deep and distant, carrying a hint of confusion and complexity. "The old man told me that my original name was 'An Qingyue', and I'm the daughter of the leader of the Black Blood Cult. My mother is the princess of the Lan Kingdom."
Jun Lingyuan was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting her to reveal such a secret.
He listened silently, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, as if he was trying to digest the deep meaning of Feng Qingyue's words.
Feng Qingyue spoke slowly, as if recounting a long-ago event: "Twenty years ago, I was born with a prophecy.
I am the prophesied 'Phoenix Girl.' It's said that the 'Phoenix Girl' will change the fate of an entire nation and even reshape the world." She paused, a hint of sadness in her eyes.
“Therefore, all the countries joined forces to encircle and suppress the Black Blood Cult and capture the Saint.
My father was killed in battle, and my mother died with him in that chaotic world."
Her eyes grew increasingly hazy, as if she were saying something she didn't even believe: "The Black Blood Cult fell into turmoil, and I disappeared. A few years ago, the old man found me in the North Sea, but not long after, I disappeared from his sight again."
Jun Lingyuan remained silent, his eyes fixed on her.
Feng Qingyue didn't look at him again, raised her glass and drank it all, then continued in a low voice:
"The old man said that the deputy leader recently found a girl and spread the rumor that she is the leader's daughter, also known as the 'Saint'. The deputy leader intends to use this 'fake Saint' as a tool to revive the Black Blood Cult."
Her eyes turned cold, a mixture of anger and complexity. "But the deputy leader's true purpose is not to revive the Black Blood Cult at all. Instead, she uses this identity as the 'Saint' to expand her own power and manipulate the entire sect and the wars between nations."
Jun Lingyuan was silent for a moment, his brows slightly furrowed, obviously still digesting what Feng Qingyue said.
Although he was a little bit unbelievable in his heart, a series of thoughts in his mind gradually made him feel that everything seemed to make sense.
He remembered that regarding the so-called "saint", they never found out when she was found.
There isn't even any solid evidence to prove her true identity.
All signs indicate that the "saint" is just an image that appeared out of thin air. No wonder they have been unable to find out her background - it turns out that this "saint" is not a real saint.
Feng Qingyue gently put down the wine glass, her eyes still blurred, as if she was looking for an outlet to confide in.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she picked up the new wine glass, filled it with wine without hesitation, and continued to drink it all in one gulp, as if trying to numb the pain in her heart with alcohol.
"Come on, Jun Lingyuan, have a drink." Feng Qingyue said softly, her tone somewhat provocative, but more of a faint indifference.
She raised her glass, her eyes full of indifference.
Jun Lingyuan was stunned for a moment, and heard some unusual emotions in her words, and frowned slightly.
He picked up the wine glass, clinked it with Feng Qingyue, and then slowly took a sip of the wine.
The effect of alcohol seemed to begin to show, Feng Qingyue's eyes were a little blurred, and Jun Lingyuan seemed to be infected by the sudden silent atmosphere.
He looked at Feng Qingyue and said in a low voice: "Qingyue, are you okay?"
Feng Qingyue still did not respond, but just smiled gently and shook her head, "It's okay, let's continue drinking." There was a kind of indifference in her tone, as if everything no longer mattered.
She lowered her head, her fingers tightly gripping the wine jug, as if it was the only thing she could rely on.
She continued to pour wine, her eyes never leaving the jug, "Ling Yuan, there's no more wine." Her tone was flat, as if this had become a habit - to consume all emotions and memories at any time.
Jun Lingyuan looked at the wine jugs on the table and found that both jugs of wine were empty.
He held his forehead helplessly, with a hint of silent bitterness in his expression.
"Two pots of wine, Qingyue, have you finished them all?" His tone was a little tired, but more of a distressed tone.
He had never seen Feng Qingyue so out of control, as if she had too much accumulated in her heart, and alcohol was her only outlet.
Feng Qingyue's eyes were a little hazy at this time. She turned her head to look at Jun Lingyuan, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth:
"Jun Lingyuan, isn't it just two jugs of wine? I can accompany you at most." She paused, her eyes gradually dimming. "Look, even you won't accompany me, how can I be fine?"
Jun Lingyuan was silent for a while, as if he could feel the pain in her words.
He took a deep breath, his eyes gentle yet with a hint of concern: "Qingyue, I know you have a lot on your mind, but no matter what, you don't need to bear it all by yourself."
Feng Qingyue lowered her head, and a complex emotion suddenly flashed in her eyes.
She smiled softly, her voice a little hoarse: "Ling Yuan, do you know? I didn't expect that after a new life, I still couldn't escape the fate of being abandoned by my family."
Her voice was almost as low as it could be, and there was deep bitterness in her tone.
She paused for a moment, then spoke slowly, tears flickering in her eyes: "I thought An Qingyue was an orphan, but I didn't expect that she was just a lonely soul abandoned by her parents.
When I first arrived in Beiming, I looked at all of you. At that time, I always thought that your fate was already determined. But in the end, my fate was also predetermined.
Her eyes were slightly moist, tears welling up in her eyes, but she refused to fall.
Jun Lingyuan's heart was shocked. The Feng Qingyue in front of him was no longer the calm and strong Feng Qingyue, but a woman surrounded by endless pain.
He was silent for a moment, then walked up to her, gently holding her hand, his eyes deep: "Qingyue, you are not alone. You still have me."
Feng Qingyue did not look back at him, her eyes were still blurred, as if she was tracing back to the past that was buried by time.
"Ling Yuan...but you don't know. I'm just a part of this game. The final outcome has already been determined."
She murmured softly, and tears finally slid from her eyes and gently fell on her wine glass, as if these tears were also evaporated by the alcohol, turning into silent sorrow.
Jun Lingyuan felt a pang in his heart and held her hand tightly, preventing her from continuing to sink into this self-destructive mood:
"Qingyue, no matter what you think, I am by your side. You are not alone, and you will never be."
Feng Qingyue smiled softly, with a hint of bitterness and helplessness in her smile, but her eyes seemed softer than ever at that moment.
She whispered, "Thank you, Ling Yuan. But now I can't even save myself..."