Chapter 120: The Prince's Birthday! 2
His father doted on him and loved him, but every day, he only had eyes for his mother, and he never even mentioned his birthday.
Slowly retracting his palm, he looked deeply at Murong Wushuang's little face.
The light in the room was dim, and her face was blurry and hard to see clearly.
Only those eyes looked towards him brightly, vaguely showing a bit of wariness and alienation.
There was a soft sound of footsteps, and then, there was a knock on Murong Wushuang's door.
"Master Murong!"
The sound of the well mirror came from outside the door
"General Jing, what's the matter?!"
Murong Wushuang asked loudly
"I hope Mr. Murong is safe and sound. Jing Jing just heard a strange noise. Come and ask!" Jing Jing said casually.
The emperor was assassinated. Naturally, it would be inconvenient to tell such a thing to an enemy prince and hostage.
"I'm fine, thank you General Jing!"
Murong Wushuang made no mistake and said thank you.
Footsteps sounded again, it was obvious that Jing Jing had gone away.
After getting out of bed, Murong Wushuang stood up and walked to the door to open it. Murong Wushuang glanced outside the door.
After making sure that the well mirror was gone, he turned back to look at Feng Manxiu.
"Now, you can go!"
The moonlight filtered in from outside the door, reflecting a hazy silver light on her white middle coat, making Murong Wushuang look confused.
He slowly walked out of the door, turned around, and looked down at her delicate face.
Feng Manxiu sighed softly
"Wushuang, I hope we won't become enemies!"
When he said this, there was no usual laziness or ridicule on his face.
There was still a hint of sadness in his tone.
"Actually, I don't want to either!"
While saying this, Murong Wushuang slowly closed the door tightly.
When there was only a gap of less than a foot wide in the door, she stopped and raised her face to look at Feng Manxiu's face.
"If possible, I would rather live freely in Fengling Country than within the sphere of influence of your Sixth Prince Feng Manxiu!"
With a creak, the door slowly closed tightly.
Leaning his back against the door, Murong Wushuang sighed softly in his heart.
Her quilt is cold and her shoes are still on her feet
Everything proves that she just went to bed
This chapter has been completed!