The weak prince's queen

Dong'er walked slowly out of the room with heavy steps. As she walked further and further away, the lively and cheerful laughter behind her gradually became blurred, until it disappeared completely from her ears. However, even though those sounds had faded away, her once passionate heart was becoming increasingly cold, as if it had been blown by an invisible cold wind and instantly frozen into ice.

Dong'er, feeling lost, lowered her head, staring blankly at the ground ahead, not noticing a figure approaching from a short distance away. This figure was none other than Mo Feng.

Mo Feng saw the distracted Dong'er from a distance, so he quickly called out, "Dong'er!"

However, Dong'er was completely immersed in her own sadness at this moment, and she was in a trance and did not hear Mo Feng's call at all.

Seeing this, Mo Feng couldn't help but frown, thinking to himself: What's wrong with this girl today? She's not like this on weekdays! Thinking about it, his pace unconsciously quickened, and he quickly caught up with Dong'er.

Seeing that he was about to catch up with Dong'er, Mo Feng raised his voice again and shouted: "Dong'er, what's wrong with you? I called you several times, but you didn't hear me!"

This time, Dong'er finally heard Mo Feng's cry. She raised her head suddenly as if she had just woken up from a dream, and looked at Mo Feng standing in front of her with a confused look on his face. Her lips moved slightly, and she said softly, "Sorry, I was just thinking about something."

Mo Feng obviously didn't believe Dong'er's words. His deep eyes were fixed on Dong'er's face, as if he wanted to see through her eyes to see what she was really thinking deep down.

After a moment, Mo Feng asked in a gentle tone with a hint of concern: "Did someone bully you? If so, you must tell me, I will never let that person go!"

Faced with Mo Feng's sincere concern, Dong'er couldn't help but feel touched. But she still shook her head and whispered, "Really, no, thank you for your concern."

Mo Feng looked at Dong'er, who seemed to be hesitant to speak, and knew that she must be hiding something from him. So, he continued to ask, "What happened to you? Why did you suddenly become like this? Aren't we good friends? What's on your mind that you can't tell me?"

Dong'er's heart skipped a beat. A strange feeling washed over her, making it impossible for her to remain silent any longer. She couldn't help but speak, "For some reason, the princess hasn't been the same person I used to know. Furthermore, she's got a maid named Qiu Ling by her side, and she doesn't seem to rely on me as much anymore. It's really frustrating."

Mo Feng, who was standing by, heard this and immediately echoed, "That's right! Even the prince seems to have become a different person, very different from before!"

Dong'er frowned and continued with a puzzled look on her face: "Yes, yes, I also tried to ask the princess what happened, but she always kept her mouth shut and was unwilling to tell me a word. Do you think that we accidentally locked her in the house that day, and ended up attracting some unclean things?" At this point, Dong'er's voice unconsciously lowered a little, and a hint of fear flashed in her eyes.

After hearing this, Mo Feng showed a surprised expression on his face and cried out: "Ah? No way?"

At this moment, Dong'er suddenly clasped her hands together, looked up at the sky, and said devoutly: "Madam, please bless the princess to be safe and sound, and keep those demons and monsters away from her!"

Mo Feng couldn't help but laugh at Dong'er's innocent, cute, and slightly superstitious look. He walked over, patted Dong'er's shoulder, and comforted her, "Silly Dong'er, there are no ghosts or gods in this world! We should still believe in the power of human beings."

However, Dong'er was not relieved by Mo Feng's words. She still asked worriedly: "But, since it's not a ghost, what should we do in this situation? We can't just sit there and wait..."

Mo Feng frowned and said worriedly, "Given the current situation, we have to quickly figure out a way to help the prince and princess completely resolve this misunderstanding. Dong'er, you are the one with the most creative ideas. Come on and help me think of something."

Dong'er nodded slightly, tapping her chin with her fingers, and said thoughtfully: "How about... we do it like last time? Just lock them both together?"

Mo Feng's eyes lit up, and he quickly responded, "Well, this idea sounds feasible. We can give it a try. However, the princess has Qiu Ling watching over her all the time. If we don't get rid of Qiu Ling, this matter will be difficult to handle."

Dong'er thought for a moment, then added confidently, "Don't worry, this little thing won't be difficult for me. However, I have to lure Qiu Ling away from the princess first."

Mo Feng patted his chest and promised confidently, "Alright, leave Qiu Ling to me! Now, I'm going to go and sound out the prince. As for you, just prepare according to our last arrangement. When the time comes, we'll act according to circumstances and we'll definitely be able to accomplish this!"

Dong'er nodded obediently and replied with a smile: "No problem, then I will go to the kitchen to get some delicious food for the princess so that she won't be hungry."

Mo Feng's lips curled up slightly, revealing a satisfied smile. His bright, star-like eyes gleamed with confidence and anticipation. He softly replied, "Alright, that's settled then." The final word lingered in the air like a lingering echo. Then, they both turned almost simultaneously, their movements perfectly synchronized, as graceful and fluid as those of well-trained dancers.

They took long, firm, powerful strides, each step treading as if on solid ground, making a gentle yet steady sound. Their hastily departing figures, elongated in the sunlight, appeared exceptionally resolute and upright. At that moment, their backs seemed to bear a heavy burden, yet brimming with the strength to forge ahead, as if they had made up their minds, determined to overcome all difficulties and carry out this crucial task to perfection, even if the road ahead was rugged and thorny.

Meanwhile, in another room, Chu Xiyue and Qiu Ling were chatting happily. A brilliant smile graced Chu Xiyue's beautiful face, and she thought to herself, "Hmph, little brat! With my intelligence and talent, I'll easily take you down!" As she thought this, her smile grew more pronounced, as charming as a flower blooming in spring.

Qiu Ling listened to Chu Xiyue's words, nodding in agreement from time to time, a flattering smile plastered across her face. However, beneath her seemingly submissive exterior, she was secretly thinking: Hey, this princess is so easy to fool! At this rate, the mission assigned by the Empress should be completed quickly and smoothly! Thinking of this, Qiu Ling's mood grew even happier, and even her eyes and eyebrows unconsciously revealed an unconcealable joy.