However, everyone knelt down, and she followed suit.

Fu Ningyuan stood like a green pine in the early sun. His eyes were like torches, dark and gloomy, and he glanced at all the female relatives of the Nine Princes present.

Finally, his eyes fell on the most inconspicuous Hua Xiangrong in the corner.

The black pupils stared at the petite man with a complicated expression.

He still didn't speak, but walked up to Hua Xiangrong.

As he approached, Hua Xiangrong boldly raised her head and began to look at him carefully.

Where has this man's face been seen before?

wrong.

He is the current emperor.

How could she have met the emperor?

But the more she saw it, the more familiar the face became.

She tried to recall it, hoping to find the memory of this face in her memory.

only.

I can't remember it at all.

That's right, how could a person of her status know the emperor?

After she was sure that she could not know the emperor, she lowered her furry little head.

But he felt that the hot gaze above his head was always staring at him.

I thought to myself, why does this emperor have to keep staring at me?

If he looks like this, can he see a flower?

Fu Ningyuan looked down at Hua Xiangrong, who was kneeling on the ground. Her small body was kneeling on the cold stone floor, a little trembling.

A few words escaped from the thin lips: "Everyone, get up."

Everyone got up and surrounded Fu Ningyuan into the palace.

After entering the palace, Hua Xiangrong slipped away quietly as she watched the entire group accompany Fu Ningyuan into the Feilong Palace.

She didn't want to stay in this kind of situation. She liked to be quiet and disliked making noise. In this kind of situation, her identity would be more easily exposed, so she was going to find a place to take a rest.

On the first day when she entered the palace, she didn't know her way around, just like a thief who chose uninhabited places to escape.

After going around and around, I don't know how many gates, ritual gates, halls, and hanging flower gates, I finally found a quiet room.

Everyone was waiting at Longfei Hall, either around Fu Jiuchen's bed or waiting on the emperor in the main hall.

And she, a princess who was casually carried into the Ninth Prince's Mansion for a wedding, no one cared about her at all, and no one noticed her.

This place was so remote that not even a servant could be seen, which was just what she wanted.

You can have a good rest in the room.

She has been exhausted these past few days.

In the room, there is a beauty goblet with red plums planted on the desk on the right side. An incense burner is placed on the desk on the left, and the sweet and greasy aroma of incense rises up, refreshing the heart and mind.

Hua Xiangrong took off her shoes and socks and got on the kang. She leaned on the pillow and was about to close her eyes. However, she found that there was someone in the ear room, which frightened her.

Why didn't she see anyone inside when she came in just now?

Sitting on the red lacquered rose armchair was a man, with one hand on his knees and tapping his slender fingertips. He looked with interest at Hua Xiangrong, who had taken off her shoes and stockings in front of her.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty." Hua Xiangrong's body softened, she slipped off the kang and knelt on the ground.

Didn't this emperor just go to the Feilong Palace surrounded by everyone? How could he appear here?

Fu Ningyuan had a careless smile on his lips and said in a deep voice: "Who are you? Why are you here?"
Chapter completed!