Looking at Meng Xiwen's stunned expression, Shangguan Bai only thought it was ridiculous. This woman was really good at pretending. Now she still looked innocent, helpless and pitiful.

It's no wonder that Xinwen, who was kind, would believe her and treat her with heart and soul, so that she would be killed by her, trying to substitute for her.

He lowered his head and stared fiercely at Meng Xiwen, saying, "You listen to the me. From beginning to the end, the person I love is Xinwen, not you, the person I want to marry is her!"

Shangguan Bai's voice was so cold that it came out of his teeth.

Meng Xiwen didn't believe what she heard at all. She really suspected that she was dreaming. She pinched her palms and it hurt. It's not dreaming. What Shang Guanbai said was true. He said that the person he loved was Xinwen. The person he wanted to marry was Xinwen.

So what was she? Since he was ruthless to her, why did he save her when she was in danger in the paddock hunting three years ago?

Why accept her heart?

Why did he write so many affectionate letters to her? Why made her think he liked her?

Why should he let her love him without hesitation for three years?

Meng Xiwen couldn't understand but just trembled: "Why do you fight to save me in the paddock if you don't like me? And you get seriously injured for that?"

"Save you? You thought I was saving you? If it weren't for the day you wore the same cloak and the same hat as Xinwen, it made me mistakenly think that Xinwen was in danger. Otherwise, I will not take this risk. "

The ruthless words from his mouth stimulated Meng Xiwen to go crazy. He saved her not because she was Meng Xiwen, but because he regarded her as Meng Xinwen. How ridiculous?

He saved the wrong person, and she loved the wrong person by mistake. Meng Xiwen was desperate. She covered her bruised chest and asked him word by word: "Since you love Xinwen, why have you written so many letters to me? Why give me hope? "

"Is there anything wrong with your mind?" Shangguan Bai smiled ironically. "I have no affection for you. Is there any reason for me to write to you?"

Meng Xiwen looked at his unforgiving smile and uncovered the quilt with her shaking hands. She moved to the bed step by step and opened a small box brought from the Prime Minster's Mansion. It was densely packed with letters.

With her trembling hand, Meng Xiwen picked up a letter and handed it to Shangguan Bai: "Did you not write these letters?"

Shangguan Bai took a look, and his face changed: "Why are these letters here with you? These letters are what I wrote to Xinwen. Why do you have them?"

"The letter you wrote to Xinwen? Since these were the letters you wrote to Xinwen, why would you call her Wen'er, this Wen'er has always been my maiden name in the Prime Minister's Mansion."

"Meng Xiwen, are you stupid?" Shangguan Bai sneered, "Wen'er is the nickname I give Xinwen, what does it have to do with maiden name?"

Being reminded by him, Meng Xiwen remembered that Meng Xinwen's name was the same as her. The last word was Wen. Shangguan Bai meant that Wen was not her maiden name.

Meng Xiwen's face changed drastically, and she was extremely desperate, sitting on the ground weakly.

Seeing Meng Xiwen's weak paralysis sitting on the ground, Shangguan Bai thought she had a guilty conscience after being exposed, and he stepped forward to grab her collar: "What else can you say now?"

What else could Meng Xiwen say? After knowing that the man she loved for three years didn't love her, she was desperate to the extreme point.

How ridiculous! Three years of affection, infatuation in more than a thousand days and nights, until now he said that he did not love her.

Two drops of clear tears rolled down the corner of her eyes, what sins did she commit? Why did she have to encounter such an incredible thing?