In danger, he traveled through time to save her, and the black-bellied prince doted on her

The wound was smooth and perfect, killing him with one blow. The blood soaked his clothes and continued to spread, following the soft and beautiful moonlight, lighting up the lamp of the underworld.

Mu Jinan seemed to see Princess Rongde standing in front of her. She was indeed more beautiful than herself, gentle and quiet. Mu Jinan reached out her hand to touch her:

"Princess, she secretly sent your daughter away and made her suffer inhuman torture. I have avenged you."

"And avenge myself"

Mu Jinan wiped the blood off his bracelet, took a sip of wine, and said jokingly: "Next"

Suddenly, a tear slipped down from the corner of her eye. She touched the tear and felt a burning pain in her throat.

“Don’t be afraid, those days are over.”

She raised her eyebrows and smiled, then left, returned home, and slept soundly until dawn.

Last night, Qingyue Hall was extremely quiet. The window was half-open, the fragrance of Fu Yu disappeared, and the moonlight quietly brushed over Wurong's figure.

Since she discovered Mu Jinan's martial arts skills and powerful methods during the assassination at Prince Liang's Mansion, she told Mu Jinan her hatred for Xiao Wan. Mu Jinan told her:

"Xiao Wan deserves to die, but she can't die easily. She must die in humiliation and let her daughter lose face because of her."

From then on, she only listened to Mu Jinan and helped him in the mansion until she got her revenge.

Wurong was wearing a plain white dress, not as revealing as before. She was kneeling on the ground, wearing the ruby ​​crystal bracelet on her slender white wrist.

The candlelight reflected Mu Chen's tall figure, covering her petite body.

There was no trace of coquettishness on Wurong's face, and her fox eyes did not even glance at Mu Chen, but were clear and resolute.

Mu Chen looked at her, lowered his eyes, his eyes were deep, and he said coldly:

"What do you have to say?"

Wurong smiled and sneered:

"You can kill me or chop me up, my slave, I am at your disposal."

Mu Chen's face was gloomy, and he asked again: "Do you have any complaints?"

Wurong raised her eyes and met his dark pupils. She had never realized how tall this man was before, and thought he only cared about beauty. Looking into his eyes, she felt they were unfathomable.

How could a general and a maid be truly in love?

Wurong's eyes were clear: "Absolutely not"

The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and a cup of tea passed by.

Mu Chen turned his back to her and said nothing.

The two of them were in a stalemate.

Mu Chen didn't know why she didn't ask him to let her go. She had always been so weak and tried to make him happy, but why was she so strong at this moment?

Suddenly, a flash of lightning illuminated the entire mansion.

Wu Rong's knees were a little painful as she knelt on the floor tiles. She looked at Mu Chen's back and wanted to speak, but she didn't know what to say.

There was a loud bang of thunder.

Mu Chen turned around and saw that she stood up straight, not afraid at all, and fought against him. He asked, "Weren't you most afraid of thunder before? Why aren't you afraid now?"

Wurong lowered her eyes and looked at the ruby ​​crystal bracelet. She was telling the truth, but it seemed like she was speaking against her will. She was afraid before, and he was protecting her. But now, she was determined to die, and said indifferently:

“I’ve never been afraid, I’m just forced by the situation.”

Mu Chen leaned over and pinched her face with his fingers. He looked into her eyes, trying to see her heart clearly. Mu Chen asked angrily:

"What a situation, you used me to take advantage of me. Now you are not afraid of anything and you don't care about anything, right?"

Wurong pursed her lips, looked into his eyes, and said against her will: "Yes"

Mu Chen frowned, a trace of sadness flashed across his eyes, and the hand that was pinching her face loosened. He pulled her away, and asked again in anger:

"Have you ever had any true feelings for me?"

Wu Rong stared into his eyes, as if wanting to get an answer before she died, and said without thinking:

"What about the general? She is just a maid who got into the general's bed because of her beauty. How can there be any true love?"

"Besides, didn't the general treat me as a substitute for someone else?"

Mu Chen said the most unpleasant words, and immediately regretted it:

"You offered yourself to be my substitute. Have you forgotten what was in that cup of tea? The fragrance in this room has been lingering for a long time. You are a chaste woman now. Who are you showing off to?"

A hint of doubt flashed across Wurong's eyes. He actually knew it all along, so why didn't he expose her earlier?

Wurong's throat was burning, and she said insincerely:

"Yes, I am humble, so naturally I don't have any true feelings for the general."

When Mu Chen heard this, his heart suddenly ached. Except for when that person died, he hadn't felt this kind of blockage and sadness in his heart for a long time. He closed his open mouth and shouted angrily:

"Kneel here. I won't allow you to stand up."

Looking at Mu Chenli's departing back, Wu Rong was somewhat shocked that he did not kill her. Perhaps tomorrow would be the day of her death.

Then, day after day, several days passed, and she waited quietly for death.

In the past few days, Mu Chen stayed in the study. Every day, servants brought different meals to Qingyue Hall. She had to kneel on the futon for an hour before she could eat.

She slept in Qingyue Hall at night. She looked at the bed and thought of the warmth of the past. Her heart was sad. The room was filled with their shadows.

She stood up and extinguished all the candles, and covered her face with the quilt, not wanting to see his shadow.

However, on that rainy night, she did not see the iron-willed general, nor the tear in his eye after he stood up and left.

He also did not hear the thunder, the heavy rain poured down, her sobs, and the words of love she expressed were all drowned out by the sound of the rain in the dark night.

Emotions often appear when you are unaware and unconscious, yet penetrate deep into your bones. When you realize it, it seems to bring punishment, leaving you at a loss.

The weather improved and the sun showed its blushing cheeks.

The breeze blows across the bamboo-joint glazed wind chimes hanging under the corridor. There are two glazed cups, one azure and the other tea-yellow. When the bamboo joints sway, the crisp collision sounds are pleasant to the ear.

This was made by Nangong Yu himself, so that the wind chimes would accompany her. When the wind chimes rang, she would think of him.

Glass was very precious in this era and was introduced from Persia.

Mu Jinan usually hangs it inside the house, and when the weather is good and windy, he hangs it under the eaves.

Only after receiving the letter that his cousin Nangong Yu was safe and sound did Mu Jinan feel relieved and was able to reveal a smile that was genuine from the heart.

The stagnant water in the yard gradually evaporated. It was left there intentionally by Mu Jinan, who did not let the servants clean it up. She liked to jump around in the stagnant water and get her clothes dirty. She was making up for her childhood self again and again.

Meiluo whispered: "My lady, Wurong is still kneeling in Qingyue Hall. Every day, every hour, the meals are on time and the styles are different."

Mu Jinan put down the cake in his hand, clapped his hands, and sighed: "I'm afraid it's not just a substitute, I'm tempted"

Mu Jinan arrived outside the Cangxue Pavilion and saw her father reading ancient books. She walked in and bowed, saying, "My daughter greets my father."

Mu Chen still felt somewhat bothered by the fact that he was being used, but his face showed no expression. He also reflected on what he had done wrong for a long time.

Let a girl risk her life to save the emperor, get involved in the vortex of court struggles, watch her make calculations and take every step carefully, she should have been carefree.

Since Xiao's death, he has also been learning to be a father. Although he has the intention of taking advantage of others, he has a little more fatherly love than before.

Mu Chen asked: "What do you want?"

This was the first time that Mu Jinan had taken the initiative to come to Mu Chen's study since he returned home.

The study was simple and restrained, with a somewhat solemn atmosphere.

Mu Jinan was about to reply, but he felt as if someone was looking at him from the right, so he turned his head away.

She looked at the bright armor, the golden heart-protecting mirror, the armor belt, the helmet with an engraved animal face, and a strange sword standing next to the armor. The sunlight outside the house shone brightly, making her look majestic.

It was as if he had seen his father fighting in battle and being invincible. Mu Jinan felt a sense of awe in his heart, yet for some reason he felt a little sad.