After being rejected, he emptied the mansion and went into exile

Murong Wenjing's expression remained unchanged, but she had already cursed Zhao Chengyun several times in her heart.

How could she forget Zhao Chengyun?

You have to know that Zhao Chengyun is not an ordinary ruthless person.

Even if the eldest prince falls, he will find someone else.

Since Zhao Chengyun is back, does that mean Murong Wenxi is back too?

If this is true, why didn't Zhao Chengyun stay with Murong Wenxi?

Why did you come to her?

Could it be that Zhao Chengyun suspected that the issue of food and fodder had something to do with her?

……

Murong Wenjing suppressed the doubts in her heart and slowly moved her waist. As a result, Zhao Chengyun held her hand even tighter.

Zhao Chengyun raised his eyebrows, "Oh, you're not used to it? It's not like you haven't hugged me before."

Faced with Zhao Chengyun's deliberate teasing, Murong Wenjing pretended to be shy.

"Brother Yun, you're hugging me too tightly."

After hearing this, Zhao Chengyun finally relaxed his grip a little.

"Princess, lead the way."

Murong Wenjing smiled at Zhao Chengyun and led the way.

When the two of them arrived at the princess's bedroom, Zhao Chengyun saw the wine and food that had just been served on the table.

Zhao Chengyun let go of Murong Wenjing.

"The princess is so cool, but doesn't she feel a little lonely being alone?"

Murong Wenjing took off her coat, picked up the wine glass on the table and poured herself a glass of wine.

She raised her glass and handed it to Zhao Chengyun.

"What are you talking about, Second Prince? Aren't you here with me?"

Zhao Chengyun made an expression that was neither laughing nor not laughing.

It's hard to guess what he's thinking.

"Princess, we shouldn't waste such a beautiful day. But my attire is really shabby. Why don't you let me go and freshen up?"

Murong Wenjing said no, but she was extremely disgusted in her heart.

But she still had to continue singing in this scene.

After all, Zhao Chengyun is still very useful to her.

"What are you talking about, Second Prince? I was negligent. I will have someone prepare it right away."

"Someone is coming."

"Yes."

"Take Mr. Zhao to wash up."

"Yes."

Zhao Chengyun walked up to Murong Wenjing and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Princess, wait for me to come back."

Murong Wenjing couldn't help but shudder.

But she didn't show it on her face.

"Wait for you."

After Murong Wenjing finally sent Zhao Chengyun away, she sat on a stool and wondered what Zhao Chengyun wanted to do.

Rong'er whispered, "Princess, hasn't the Second Prince of Jiuzhou already gone to seek refuge with the First Prince? Why is he still coming to the Princess's Mansion?"

Murong Wenjing shook her head.

"Why don't we take him..."

As Rong'er spoke, she picked up the wine glass and handed it to Murong Wenjing.

It would be better to poison him to death.

Murong Wenjing said, "Now is not the time to take his life. He probably just wants to take advantage of the Qiang people."

"Using the Qiang people?"

Murong Wenjing nodded, "He only wants one thing, the throne of Jiuzhou."

Rong'er didn't say anything.

Instead, he stole a glance at Murong Wenjing.

This is exactly what the princess thought.

All the princess wanted was that position.

"Okay, you go down first, I'll deal with the rest."

"But the princess..."

Rong'er was a little worried, after all, the second prince was always touching the princess.

Murong Wenjing knew what Rong'er was worried about, but these were not what she cared about.

What's more, when the time comes, even if something really happens between her and Zhao Chengyun, she won't care.

After all, there is a man who is eyeing her with greedy eyes, so she might as well choose a good man in advance.

But she wouldn't tell Rong'er about this.

She was afraid of scaring Rong'er.

Rong'er knew what happened to her, but it wasn't her after all.

Every time she went to see that person, she felt like she was living a life worse than death.

Thinking of this, Murong Wenjing closed her eyes to stop her trembling fingers.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw Zhao Chengyun in a blue dress.

At this moment, he no longer looked as embarrassed as before.

He actually looks like an elegant young man.

Murong Wenjing looked at Zhao Chengyun's face carefully and thought that it would be nice if something really happened between the two of them.

Zhao Chengyun looked at Murong Wenjing's infatuated eyes and sneered in his heart.

But he was a little hesitant. How could someone who only thought about matters between men and women plan such a big thing?

"Princess."

Zhao Chengyun's voice was lazily like someone who had just finished a shower.

"Rong'er, please step back."

Rong'er wanted to say something but stopped herself, so she led her people away.

Murong Wenjing picked up the wine glass again, but this time she did not toast Zhao Chengyun.

Instead, he had a drink alone.

"Princess, won't you give me a toast?"

Murong Wenjing chuckled, "I would like to toast you, but Second Prince, can you please take the knife from my waist?"

Just as Rong'er was about to leave, Zhao Chengyun pulled out a knife from somewhere and put it against Murong Wenjing's waist.

Murong Wenjing doesn't know any martial arts, but that doesn't mean she is timid.

Zhao Chengyun looked at Murong Wenjing, whose expression remained unchanged. He picked up the wine jug and poured himself a glass.

"Princess, tell me, why did you tamper with the food supplies?"

Murong Wenjing laughed softly, "Haha, Brother Yun, you should have evidence when you speak."

Zhao Chengyun: "I don't have any evidence, but this matter must be related to you."

It’s just that there are too many people involved in this matter, and everyone is a suspect.

But his intuition told him that Murong Wenjing must know something.

As for her obsession with her own performance, it's either because she acted too well or because that's just her nature.

Murong Wenjing did not answer this question, but asked Zhao Chengyun another question.

"Second Prince, why are you so concerned about food and fodder?"

Zhao Chengyun was so angry at Murong Wenjing's words that he laughed, "Haha, what are you talking about? If there were no problems with food and grass, we would be on our way to victory now."

"When the time comes, the Qiang people will send me back to Jiuzhou..."

"Second Prince, have you ever considered that this matter is not just my business? If others don't join in, I can't accomplish it on my own."

Zhao Chengyun didn't expect that Murong Wenjing was actually involved in this.

He put the knife back, drank a glass of wine, and said with a smile: "As expected, the most poisonous thing is a woman's heart."

Murong Wenjing clinked her wine glass with Zhao Chengyun, "Brother Yun, how can you say that to me?"

"Humph, that's an army of 10,000, and it's destroyed just like that..."

"Oh, Second Prince, you talk about how noble you are. Don't forget, you are the one who sold out your country for personal gain. What's more, I am just adding fuel to the fire."

"You and I are just each other."

Who is nobler than who?

There is someone else behind the whole thing.

But now is not the time to tell Zhao Chengyun.

Zhao Chengyun lifted Murong Wenjing's chin with a knife, "Haha, interesting."

"You too."