Murong Xiao's eyes were red, so red that they could drip blood: "Weibao saved me, you, Shu'er, and even Mingzhu. Without Weibao, she wouldn't be able to grow up as safely as she does now."
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"She has done so much, isn't it enough?"
Concubine Jin froze and murmured: "She killed Ming'er, she should have done what she did..."
Murong Xiao closed his eyes, not wanting to tell her anymore, "Whatever you think! You should consider Mingzhu before doing anything."
"Neither my father nor my grandfather will allow you to harm Wei Bao."
With a cold word, he left.
Concubine Jin sat by the bed and cried bitterly. No matter who tried to persuade her, it was of no use. She hated Feng Mingwei so much in her heart.
At this time, a figure appeared silently.
"What a poor mother. One son died and the other son disobeyed. Isn't she desperate?"
Concubine Jin suddenly raised her head and looked at the man in black in front of her. She couldn't help but be wary. She subconsciously wanted to call someone, but found that she couldn't make a sound.
The man in black sat on the chair and said with a faint smile: "As long as you do as I say, I will find a way to help you get revenge."
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Feng Mingwei tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. When she heard the footsteps, she got up and took a breath, "What's wrong with your... hand?"
She saw his red hands at a glance.
Murong Xiao took off his cloak before hugging her, "I accidentally got burned by the bird's nest porridge."
Concubine Jin didn't want to eat, so she got angry and burned him?
Feng Mingwei's eyes were gloomy, and she took some plaster to treat his wound, "It's a burn. Don't touch the water."
"Then help me take a bath." The man smiled and came over to kiss her on the neck.
How long has it been before he still has the heart to joke?
"Don't make trouble, I have no intention." Feng Mingwei held his restless palm.
Murong Xiao's eyes darkened slightly, and he took advantage of the situation and pushed her to the bed. He gently touched her lips with his fingertips, "Weibao, there is no need to care, and there is no need to care about what my mother and concubine thinks. You don't owe us."
"..."
Feng Mingwei chuckled, put her arms around his waist, and put her face under his neck, "Why do you say that?"
"I was indeed the one who killed King Ming..."
Murong Xiao pressed her lips with his long fingers: "I also resented you before, otherwise Murong Xiaoqi would not exist."
"But later on, you saved the king several times, and also saved the lives of Shu'er, the emperor's grandfather, Mingzhu, and my mother's concubine. Without you, we would all have died."
"So there's no need for you to blame yourself."
He knew that saying this would indeed hurt the hearts of his mother-in-law and fifth brother, but he was not a saint and could not take care of everyone's emotions.
He just wants to protect her.
"If you talk about debts, the only one you owe is Brother Five."
Fifth Brother treated her very well and never did anything to hurt her or anyone. Yet he was such a good person and passed away like this, succumbing to the careful calculations of an insidious villain.
Feng Mingwei's eyes flushed, and she nestled in his arms, "Well, Fifth Brother is a very good person. If I have another life, I will definitely repay him well."
Murong Xiao's expression changed slightly, he raised his hand and pinched her chin and asked, "How are you going to repay him?!"
"..."
Why are you so angry when you are so good?
"Don't you also think I owe him?"
"Then there's no need to commit yourself to it."
"You said it yourself, this princess did not say so."
"So that's what you meant in your heart and didn't say it out loud?" Murong Xiao's eyes burst out with jealousy.
Feng Mingwei was ashamed, "It's already the next life, so why should you be serious?"
"Not even in the next life, you can only like me."
"Don't you like your brother very much? When you were a child, you used to run behind him." Feng Mingwei couldn't laugh or cry, she thought he was really overbearing.
"Even if he is his biological brother, I will not give you up to him." Murong Xiao subconsciously rubbed her into his arms, feeling uneasy for no reason, as if he was holding her tightly and would not lose her if he kept doing it with her.
"Weibao, you can only like me, not Fifth Brother."
No matter who or how many men are pursuing her, he doesn't care.
But King Ming...
If he is still alive.
Murong Xiao's lips turned white. He didn't dare to think about it, so he turned over and pressed the woman down.
His kiss suddenly fell like raindrops, rapid and turbulent.