Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 646 - 645: Perhaps, It’s Soul Transmigration

The title of War God, should it be passed on after all!

Those words, Feng Yexuan rembered them as if it was yesterday!

He had heard them!

Quite so ti ago!

No, not that long ago, just a few months earlier, he had heard them!

It was the night that the dead woman married him when she was frad and drugged by Jinrui, and the servants wanted to burn her alive.

At that ti, the dead woman stood before him just like this, ignoring his raging fury.

Even though she was tied up tightly, and, in a situation that was totally against her, where she could be set on fire at any mont, she still faced him without changing her expression.

At that ti, she had said, "Prince, if you can’t even see through such a lie, then, perhaps you should yield your title of War God?"

Feng Yexuan stared at Xiaoyao, so agitated that even his fingertips trembled.

At this mont, he could not see Xiaoyao’s face, but only her eyes.

Those eyes that shimred with a crystal-clear luster.

So familiar, so captivating, so alluring.

He suddenly couldn’t help himself and lowered his head...

Xiaoyao was so scared that her eyes went wide, and she completely forgot to react.

The brothers were all dumbstruck. Was the Prince going to... was he going to kiss this young girl?

Good heavens! In broad daylight, in the midst of a wide audience, was the Prince truly about to show affection to a young girl right before their eyes?

Leng Ji felt he must intervene, but for so reason, at that mont, he seed to feel the Prince’s heart-wrenching pain.

A pain of having regained sothing only to fear losing it all over again!

Because of an unexplained sourness that crossed his heart, Leng Ji himself didn’t react at first either.

Nor did he imdiately remind the Prince that they were surrounded by people!

Feng Yexuan’s face was less than a palm’s width from Xiaoyao’s face.

His eyes were misty, and through her eyes, it was as if he saw a wisp of soul!

But he wasn’t sure.

In these past few days, his heart felt as if it had died once over.

He seriously doubted whether he had lost his dead woman for good!

Now, Chu Qianli no longer had that familiar scent about her.

He wouldn’t believe that she was his dead woman, yet she insisted on being just that!

He even wanted to use every possible ans to test, to investigate, to deny her identity.

But she knew everything, all about him and the dead woman, details so minute it was impossible for a third person to be aware of, she knew them like the back of her hand.

If she wasn’t truly Chu Qianli, how could she achieve this?

Yet he truly couldn’t believe that woman, maybe she was Chu Qianli, but she wasn’t his dead woman...

It was very contradictory.

So contradictory, it caused him imnse anguish!

Anguish so severe, he simply didn’t know how to face the woman living in his residence from here on.

Now, he was actually using "that woman" to describe Chu Qianli.

The pain was so intense, he now felt sowhat numb.

Could his dead woman have transferred her soul into soone else’s body?

Could it be Xiaoyao?

But why wouldn’t she recognize him?

His thin lips were now less than a finger’s distance from Xiaoyao’s.

The intense heat of his breath made Xiaoyao’s heart flutter.

This breath, why did it suddenly start to feel so familiar?

As if, in the past, she was very fond of it...

Under the stunned gazes of the crowd, suddenly, the sounds of horse hooves approached from afar.

A furious voice suddenly erupted, "Yexuan! What are you doing?"

The crowd turned to see, amidst the dust in the distance, a figure on horseback charging forward.

The woman, dressed in lavish attire, rode a snow-white horse and was rapidly approaching.

That glorious garnt, in an instant, dazzled everyone’s eyes.