After pausing at the door of Xia Yihan's room, Hu Linger opened the door and walked in without even knocking.
Xia Yihan was leaning on the bed with her eyes closed when she heard Hu Ling'er push open the door and come in. She thought it was a girl bringing breakfast, and without even opening her eyes, she said in a deep voice: "Put it on the table."
However, after the words were spoken, the other party did not respond as usual. In the midst of doubt, a joking voice sounded: "Your Majesty, I have brought you breakfast."
Mu Wanru?
Xia Yihan frowned and slowly opened her eyes, seeing Hu Ling'er standing at the table with a smile on her face, and Xiao Miao holding a food plate next to her.
His eyes were distracted for a while, but he still pretended not to see anything, and just said expressionlessly: "Why are you here?"
"Your Majesty is seriously ill, and I should take care of you, right?" Hu Ling'er said, signaling Xiaomiao to put the food plate on the table, and then walked towards Xia Yihan, "Your Majesty, do you need me to help you over?"
"No need, I can leave on my own." Xia Yihan's face became even more gloomy as he said "concubine".
This woman is really thick-skinned. He deliberately let her see that scene last night, why did he still stick to it so shamelessly?
Seeing Xia Yihan "groping" towards the table, Hu Ling'er gave a look, and Xiaomiao quickly took out the contents and put them on the table, then opened the lids one by one, and then exited the room.
As soon as Xia Yihan sat down, she saw only one or two pastries left, and the corner of her mouth twitched imperceptibly.
"Your Majesty, you can eat it while it's hot." Hu Ling'er stepped forward, placed the porridge bowl in his hand, and then handed the spoon to his hand.
Xia Yihan didn't look much, so he took a spoonful and put it into his mouth, but the next moment, his movements stopped.
He pursed his lips slightly, slowly put down the spoon, and then said, "Did you prepare this breakfast?"
"Yes." Hu Ling'er smiled and nodded: "What do you think, Your Majesty? Isn't it super delicious?"
Shaking the hands on the table, Xia Yihan held back a moment and said, "Princess, do you usually eat rice soup?"
When he mentioned the word "princess", he was gritting his teeth.
"Of course not." Hu Ling'er blinked innocently, then simply sat down opposite Xia Yihan, leaned towards him and said, "My lord, have you forgotten that on the first day I entered the palace, I didn't even
You don’t even have to drink the rice soup.”
Hu Ling'er just looked at Xia Yihan with slightly narrowed eyes, a touch of sarcasm in her eyes.
Although Xia Yihan's gaze was still blank and the focus did not fall on Hu Ling'er's eyes, all her expressions fell into his eyes.
There was a moment of trance, where had he seen these eyes before?
However, this feeling really only lasted for a moment. In an instant, Xia Yihan's face returned to a gloomy expression. She crossed her arms and leaned back on the chair, and then said: "Mu Wanru, please stop pretending to me."
Went down."
The smile on Hu Ling'er's face froze, and she seemed a little confused and said: "Your Majesty, I don't understand what your Majesty means."
"Do you really not understand?" Xia Yihan curled her lips evilly, charmingly, "Mu Wanru, you know that I don't have you in my heart."
Hu Ling'er felt sour in her heart, and a look of sadness suddenly appeared in her eyes. Then she slowly lowered her head, bit her lower lip and said, "I know."
Three short words, but they contain a strong feeling of loss. This feeling is not pretended, but the most true portrayal of Hu Ling'er's heart.
That feeling of desolation made Xia Yihan feel unbearable. Why did he feel guilty when he looked at Mu Wanru, who lowered her head and lowered her eyes with a sad look on her face?
At this moment, Hu Ling'er suddenly raised her head again, "Then Prince, who is the person in your heart?"
Xia Yihan was slightly startled. Who is the person in his heart? There is only one answer, but he doesn't want to say, "Why should I tell you?"
With red eyes, Hu Ling'er seemed to be suffering from great grievance. She looked at Xia Yihan for a while and then asked reluctantly: "Is it Miss Sang?"
As soon as Hu Ling'er finished speaking, Xia Yihan slammed the table and stood up, saying sternly: "Mu Wanru, don't think that you really take yourself seriously after entering Prince Han's Mansion. I'm warning you.
, that’s all you need to be peaceful and contented. If you cause trouble for me in the house, or say something that slanders Rong’er, I will never let you go. Also, you will not be allowed in this room of this king in the future.
Come in again, get out!"
Hu Ling'er didn't take his warning words seriously at all. She just knew that he was so nervous about Sang Rong and defended Sang Rong so much.
She seemed to already know the answer to the question.
Taking a deep breath, Hu Ling'er smiled miserably, "Rong'er? I know, I know..."
Hu Ling'er said several times in a row, "I understand", then stood up and walked towards the door in a dejected manner.
Watching her back walking away step by step, Xia Yihan moved her hands and finally pulled them back.
Damn it, he couldn't bear it anymore.
This kind of inappropriate feeling has happened to Mu Wanru more than once.
Just last night, after stimulating her by the lotus pond, he followed her by accident and saw her huddled under a tree.
At that time, she was so weak, so helpless, so pitiable, even... heartbroken.
But later, he watched her guards take her away.
Seeing that scene, his eyes turned red. She was his princess, but she let another man hold her on her wedding night. How could he not be angry?
He had long heard that this guard with an indifferent personality was her childhood sweetheart who had been with her since she was a child. People usually brought maids with them when they got married, but she even brought the guards with her.
It seems that there must be some shady relationship between these two people!
At that time, Xia Yihan didn't know that her anger was still tinged with jealousy.
It's a pity that by the time he understood it, it was already too late.
Today is still 8,000 words, 2,000 words will be sent first. Dear friends, is Wenwen really not good-looking? Why didn’t Maodu leave a message? If this continues, Yao’er will no longer have the motivation. What a tragedy, what a tragedy... Tears