Feng Manxiu turned around and strode from the window to the desk. He looked at his father with an evil smile, a proud look on his face.
Feng Zhonghe glanced at Murong Wushuang, who had a slightly drooped face, with a serious look on his face, and then turned his gaze to Feng Manxiu.
"good!"
There was a hint of helplessness in his tone
"I will allow you to continue to stay in the palace, but the imperial guards must not withdraw!"
Standing up, he raised his hand to hold Feng Manxiu's shoulders, speaking seriously but without losing his father's care.
"Xiu'er, I know you are playful, but you have to remember that everything must be done in a measured way. What happened last night will never happen again, you know? Otherwise, if my father has the honor to see you a hundred years later,
The mother-in-law!"
Feng Manxiu raised his face to look at his father's face, a rare look of seriousness flashed across his lazy face.
"Xiu'er knows! Father, don't worry, Xiu'er will live well! You have forgotten that I am the luckiest person in the Aolong Kingdom!"
At the end of the sentence, his tone became lazy again
Feng Zhonghe couldn't help laughing out loud, "Father, I believe in you!"
At this time, Feng Zhonghe did not have the cold-faced kingly attitude in the court, but was just a father who was stern yet tender.
At this time, Feng Manxiu, although still looking lazy, looked at Feng Zhonghe with respect and love that could not be concealed.
Looking at the silhouettes of the father and son, Murong Wushuang felt a vague feeling of envy in his heart.
From the conversation between the two just now, she had already guessed
Feng Manxiu and Feng Zhonghe must have made a bet on how she would answer the question of entering the palace.
She also lost her mother and concubine, so Feng Manxiu, her and her brother were simply from two different worlds!
"Okay, I want to personally supervise the assassin's affairs, so I'll leave first!"
Feng Zhonghe removed his palm from Feng Manxiu's shoulder, and when he strode outside the door, he had already regained his usual arrogance.
"Go back to the palace!"
Following behind Feng Manxiu, he sent the crane in the wind all the way out of Prince An Yi's Mansion
It wasn't until he watched the golden dragon chase away that he turned around and left.
As soon as she turned around, her wrist was grasped by a warm and dry hand.
Without looking back, Murong Wushuang guessed who the owner of that palm was?!