Chapter 65: Throwing brick to attract jade (Part 3)
When Jie Lengchan saw her daughter opening up, she smiled and said, “Yun’er, even if the Third Prince went to Yun City, he will only hear the same thing. If Su Zimo is alive, she should have returned earlier.”
Su Ziyun looked out of the window. The foggy cloud gradually turned dark. There was no moonlight in the sky, which couldn’t help but made her mood dull. Her heart still has doubts.
On the roof, a beautiful shadow quickly flew out of Su Family Mansion and flew towards the Mingyue Mountain Villa.
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In a seemingly humble courtyard, there was a quadrangle-style building.
Even if the night sky was dark, the illumination of candlelight can still reflect its exquisite and luxurious decoration.
Here was the courtyard where Murong Shaofeng stayed.
Murong Shaofeng’s room was not large, but very unique. It looked elegant, simple and rich. When a person comes in, he will feel delighted.
Murong Shaofeng had just bathed, and his hair was still dripping.
He was wearing a white robe, sitting lazily on the chair near the window while holding a glass of wine in his hand.
A light dragon was burning on top of the table.
His eyes were staring from afar. He was watching the quiet night out of the window. However, his handsome eyebrows were knitted, as if there was something on his mind. But it didn’t affect his tranquil beauty!
Zhu Yan came in and saw the wine glass in Murong Shaofeng’s hand. At that moment, his eyes flashed. His Highness only drinks when he was upset.
“Your Highness, Prince Chen is here.”
This Prince Chen was no other than Murong Xingchen.
He and Murong Shaofeng were born with the same mother. The two of them have a good relationship!
“Let him in.” his voice was hoarse but still sound charming.
“Yes, Your Highness.” Zhu Yan took a glanced at Murong Shaofeng again before turning around.
“Imperial Brother, I didn’t expect you to have such a beautiful house in Haoyue Country. Why didn’t you say that earlier? I wouldn’t need to grab Yunfan’s room every time.”
Murong Xingchen began to complain as soon as he entered.
“Why? Yun City is so big but has no room for you that you need to grab Mu Yunfan’s room?”
Murong Shaofeng’s tone was flat. He closed his eyes and didn’t look at Murong Xingchen. The scene earlier kept repeating in his mind. He doesn’t know what exactly he feels. But looking at Mu Yunxuan cares about Su Xin, he felt his heart was being stabbed.
“Imperial Brother, that’s not it, can’t you see Yunfan and I are happy together?”
Murong Xingchen went to the opposite side of Murong Shaofeng and sat down.
Seeing the wine in Murong Shaofeng’s hands, he couldn’t help but frown.
“Imperial Brother, do you have something in mind?”
“As a crown prince, there are many things to think about every day.”
Murong Shaofeng took a sip gently of his wine and said indifferently. He put down the wine glass and continued looking outside the window. At that moment, his mood was like the night outside. Enveloped by dark clouds that cannot disperse.
“Imperial Brother, if there are so many things, why do you still have the heart to play around in Haoyue Country? You are not in the Xingyue Country. How will you know if Prince Yu will do something?”
“Rest assured! He can’t make any big trouble.”
Murong Shaofeng never worried about this problem. Prince Yu was an opportunistic person, so why would he give him a chance?
“By the way, Chen’er, you have a good relationship with the Mu family. Do you know about the ghost marriage 6 years ago?”
After thinking about it for a long time, Murong Shaofeng asked.
“Oh! Imperial Brother, you also care about such kind of thing?”
Murong Xingchen was surprised! Even as a crown prince, Murong Shaofeng was not as aggressive as the princes in other countries. But today he became interested in the Mu family’s marriage, so Murong Xingcheng felt somewhat strange.
“Imperial Brother, everyone in the world knows about that thing! Yunxuan came back to life because of it!”
In fact, Murong Xingchen didn’t know what exactly Murong Shaofeng was asking about.
“Chen’er, do you know if Mu Yunxuan and Su Zimo… …”
Murong Shaofeng suddenly stopped. Since they were both unconscious, how could that thing happen?
He would rather believe that those children’s father died, than think about it was Mu Yunxuan.
“Imperial Brother, what are you trying to say?”
