TSFLIP Chapter 575

Sijia said, “That’s right.”

“…Then what if someone ordered you to kill me?”

His black eyes flickered. “I wouldn’t kill you.”

But Fengguang pulled her hand from his grasp. She instinctively took a step back, her body going cold.
“I just thought of something… That night, a few days ago—why did you show up in my bedchamber? If… if my royal brother hadn’t arrived in time, would you have…”
—killed me?

His expression froze for a moment. Then came silence. He didn’t know how to answer. But he knew one thing—he hated seeing her look at him with fear.

Grabbing her wrist, Sijia pulled her into his arms.
“I can’t deny what happened back then,” he said softly. “But now, all I want is to protect you.”

Fengguang’s emotions became a tangled mess.

She had suspected—maybe Sijia had come to kill her. But now that the moment was real, it felt much worse than she’d imagined. Logic told her that back then, he hadn’t even interacted with her deeply. To him, she’d just been a stranger. And he was a killer. It wasn’t unreasonable.

But emotionally, she couldn’t shake the fact that—no matter how things turned out—he had once intended to kill her. That thought would never fully go away.

There was one thing she needed to know.
“You wanted to kill me… was it because of a mission from Wujilou, or… was it because of Feng Miyi?”

He didn’t speak.

“It was because of Feng Miyi, wasn’t it?”

“…Yes.”

“You thought Meng Xi would treat her badly because of me, so you wanted to eliminate me?”

“Yes…”

She yanked herself out of his arms and let out a cold laugh.
“Sijia, how did I not realize what a wonderful man you are?”

She dragged out the word wonderful, and then turned and walked straight into the crowd.

The street was bustling with people coming and going, but Sijia followed behind her the entire time.

He reached out, wanting to touch her, but hesitated and withdrew his hand, afraid she’d push him away.
In a low voice, he said, “That day… I saw you take a knife for Prince Luo. I thought… you must love him.”

Without turning her head, she replied, “I never once thought of taking a knife for him. I was just worried about my mother. I’ve never liked Meng Xi.”

“But… it seems like he likes you.”

“So to make sure your beloved could live a happy, peaceful life, you decided to get rid of me?”

Hearing the pain in her voice, he couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed her hand and pulled her close to face him. Her eyes were red and rimmed with tears. She bit her lip, holding back her voice, and the sight tore at Sijia’s heart.

He had never been good with words, especially in front of her. And now, he was utterly speechless.

People on the street were starting to notice them—this odd, distressed couple. Sijia slipped an arm around her waist and carried her away from the crowd, leaping until they landed by a quiet riverside.

Lotus lanterns floated gently on the water, their glow softly lighting the bank.

She tried to pull away from him, but couldn’t overpower his strength.
“What did you bring me here for?” she asked.

“She’s not the one I love.”

Fengguang froze. “Then… does she have something to do with me?”

“Yes,” he said. “Because I love you.”

Her heart trembled. She looked at him, disbelieving. “You’re lying.”

“I would never lie to you.”