Think carefully about what happened yesterday. Due to the excessive use of mental power, this body was overwhelmed and fell into a coma.
Feng Manxiu was indeed in front of her, and seemed to have rushed over to help her.
He was the one who sent her back. Could he have discovered her secret?!
Murong Wushuang wanted to find out more information from Qing Liu, but suddenly there were rapid footsteps outside.
The curtain was raised, and a girl in a light green shirt hurriedly ran in.
At the age of seventeen or eighteen, with clear features, Murong Wushuang looked familiar, but could not pronounce his name.
"Sister Kuiyue!"
Qing Liu lowered her hand holding the horn comb and looked at the girl in green shirt with a smile.
"Why are you so sweaty from running around!"
The girl named Kui Yue reluctantly smiled at her, then looked sideways at Murong Wushuang
"Mr. Murong, the emperor is here. Please come to the study immediately!"
The Emperor of the Proud Dragon Kingdom is a crane in the wind?!
I think I must have come here because of the assassination incident yesterday.
Murong Wushuang did not dare to neglect, so he quickly stood up and waved gently to the girl.
"Please ask sister to lead the way!"
Cai Yue turned around and led the way. Murong Wushuang stood up to follow her, and Qing Liu hurriedly followed behind him.
Yesterday, the prince had given instructions. If something happened to Murong Wushuang, just ask the two of them. Even if Qingliu was not careful,
The three of them walked all the way to the study. Along the way, they saw a dense forest of imperial guards wearing silver armor and holding red tassel spears.
Outside the study, there is even tighter security.
The guards stopped Murong Wushuang and the other three, and the young eunuch hurriedly entered the room to report.
Not long after, he hurried out and gave the order:
"Murong Wushuang, the ninth prince of Xuan Fengling Kingdom, comes to meet you!"
The guard took back his spear, and Murong Wushuang walked up the steps and walked into the study.
As for Cai Yue and Qing Liu, naturally they can only wait outside.
Murong Wushuang walked into the study and saw Feng Zhonghe sitting on the chair behind the desk with a deep expression.
Feng Manxiu was leaning on the window sill, playing with a small white daisy that she picked from somewhere.