graceful

The royal hunt officially came to an end.

Three days had passed by the time I returned to the palace.

In this hunting event, Tang Yu also completely washed away her previous image of an arrogant and incompetent princess in front of everyone.

Although he did not kill Mo Ning as planned at the beginning and put the blame on Bai Zhan.

But this result is satisfactory.

Sitting in front of the dressing table in Yaohua Palace (Princess Palace), Tang Yu began to sort out future plans. The aura of the White Jade Lady had dropped to seventy. When it dropped further, she would be able to kill without attracting the attention of Heaven.

Also can complete the task as quickly as possible.

However, he failed to kill Mo Ning in the hunting ground and now he has returned to the capital.

Given how much the Prime Minister cares about his son Mo Ning, she would definitely be noticed if she took action again.

Not worth the candle.

but……

The young woman in the mirror has a stunning face, but the smile on her lips is eerie and ghostly.

It is possible that Mourning is still a very useful chess piece.

I wonder if after all this, he will still deeply love Bai Yuer as destined in the plot?

This is not necessarily the case.

Prime Minister's House.

Just as Tang Yu expected, Mo Ning had been locking himself in his room since returning from the hunting ground. Even the food had to be delivered to the door and he would come out to get it when no one was around.

The prime minister and his wife were extremely worried, especially the prime minister, who had so much hope for his son that his hair turned white in just three days.

His eyes were full of bloodshot.

But she didn't dare to force her way into the room, for fear of upsetting her son.

Sighing every day.

Even though some people were concerned about his status as prime minister when he went to court, he always felt that everyone looked at him with mockery.

This made the prime minister, who was always proud and complacent, feel like he wanted to crawl into a crack in the ground.

"Master, please stop turning around. It makes me dizzy. Ning'er will be fine. She will get over it. Besides, he loves his sister Shuang'er the most. I have asked Shuang'er to persuade him. I think Ning'er will get over it with Shuang'er by his side."

When the prime minister heard this, his face was filled with anger.

"What do you know as a woman? Can you let this go so easily? And Shuang'er, what do you know as a woman? We men can't handle such a big thing, so why are you meddling in it? If you make a mess, you will have to ask us men to clean up the mess for you."

After saying this, he didn't wait for the Prime Minister's wife to open her mouth.

He flicked his sleeves and left with an angry face.

The smile on the face of the Prime Minister's wife, who had been smiling attentively just now, suddenly disappeared.

Seriously indifferent.

He picked up the teacup, put it to his lips and took a sip.

The nanny next to him took a look and said, "Madam, you are here to discuss the matter between the young lady and the young master..."

The nanny wanted to say something but stopped herself, and a cold light flashed in the eyes of the Prime Minister's wife.

"Shut up, Shuang'er is fine, and it has nothing to do with Ning'er's affairs, so don't talk nonsense."

Mammy kept silent.

In Mo Ning's room, Mo Shuang was holding a bowl of lotus seed porridge, her innocent little face filled with 'sincere' worry.

"Brother, are you feeling better? Don't be sad. Eat something quickly. It's only been a few days. How come you have lost so much weight? You still have your family, me, mother, and father. We would all be worried if we saw you like this!"

In just three days, Mo Ning suddenly changed from the young and vigorous prime minister's son to his current appearance.

His hair was disheveled, and his handsome face now became sunken, his lips were pale, and his eyes were bloodshot and filled with hatred.