On Our Wedding Night, His Highness Can’t Continue His Acting After Reading My Mind!

"Little princess? Is she the little princess who was named Princess Fanghua by the Holy Emperor? Has she also come to Beijing?"

"That's not true! King Jiangling's love for the late princess was as deep as the sea, which moved heaven and earth. After the death of the princess, the prince never married again, and there was not even a concubine in the palace. For so many years, he only had a little princess."

"King Jiangling is really a rare and affectionate man in the world! It will be a good story for future generations!"

"What a pity! The prince didn't come! Alas! I didn't have the opportunity to see the grace of Prince Jiangling! However, it would be good if I could see the grace of the little princess!"

"Fuck you! That's the little princess! A noble daughter of the Tian family! How can I just see her if I want to?"

"However, the little princess is returning to the capital to attend the Queen Mother's birthday, right? She shouldn't be leaving the capital for the time being, right?"

"..."

Shen Mubai was not interested in the things that everyone was hotly discussing. He just wanted to see Yun Ran as soon as possible.

Looking at the huge sea of ​​people in front of him, there was a faint look of anxiety between his eyebrows.

Yu Qingyan saw it in her eyes, gently grabbed his sleeve, and comforted him softly, "Mr. Shen, don't worry, Miss Lin is a good person, and nothing will happen to her."

Shen Mubai looked forward, obviously a little absent-minded, "Yeah, I know."

Know? Knowing that you are still eager to return home and wish you could appear in front of her right away?

Yu Qingyan concealed the flash of coldness in her eyes, took the kettle, opened it and handed it to Shen Mubai, "Mr. Shen, after traveling for so long, drink some water!"

"I'm not thirsty, you can drink."

Yu Qingyan's hand holding the kettle tightened unconsciously, but her expression was still so supple and well-behaved, "Okay."

For a while, the two of them looked at each other without saying anything, each having their own concerns.

…

In the villa, Yunran was nestled on a comfortable swing chair, bathing in the rising sun and wind, breathing in the faint fragrance of flowers, feeling lazy and comfortable, almost falling asleep.

A familiar sound of footsteps came, and Yunran raised his eyebrows slightly, without opening his eyes, and asked lazily, "Why are you back again?"

"I was worried that you missed me too much and became lovesick, so you came back."

"..."

Hearing such a shameless answer, Yun Ran couldn't help but roll his eyes inwardly, "Didn't you go to kill Shen Mubai to silence him? Why did you come back so soon? Didn't you succeed at the beginning?"

"The killing is over."

"???"

After hearing this, Yun Ran finally opened his eyes and looked over, and saw that the man was holding a nanmu brocade box the size of a palace lantern in his hand, and it was wrapped in a layer of cloth. He was strolling over with long legs, and a touch of coolness on his lips. Another sly smile.

Seeing his smile, Yunran's heart tightened for no reason. Her eyes fell on the brocade box in his hand, and a crazy and bold guess suddenly came to her mind.

"Then, then...there won't be..."

The man raised his eyebrows lightly, raised the brocade box in his hand, and smiled sinisterly, "That's right! Here is the head of your old love, which I brought back for you. "

Yunran: "!!!"

[He, he, he, can’t really...]

"The head! I brought it back! The head, I brought it back!"

Suddenly, a clear and loud voice sounded from the wind, which startled Yun Ran. After listening carefully, he found that the voice came from the brocade box in Nangong Mo's hand.

Yun Ran opened his eyes slightly and stared at the brocade box without blinking, "This, this? Is there...a bird in it?"