On this day, Banyan Tree brought dinner again. Very exquisite snacks, some shredded venison, and some side dishes were all her favorite. These days, she did not like the prince, but the supply was not weakened at all, but it was even richer. In addition to food, he sent some books, antiques, clothes, and other entertainment items from time to time. She understood that he wanted to comfort him in this silent way.

The more this happens, the more uncomfortable she feels. The prince, he can't make a decision. Why should he feel guilty? In fact, he has never blamed him for a word or a word.

A person whose life has been manipulated and threatened for a long time has finally come to a chance to turn over completely. Shouldn’t he save his situation first? The prince should have been like this, and she absolutely supports him. It is unreliable to count on Luo Jia, so why should he be framed by the third prince and his son for nothing?

"Miss Feng, the prince will be engaged tomorrow..." Banyan Tree still couldn't help but gossip and was very excited, "I saw so many gifts... Tsk, Miss Li is so happy..."

She remembered the tradition of the Northern Kingdom, who set up a son to kill his mother, and Miss Li became the crown princess. What would happen if she gave birth to a son? In fact, who knows whether she is happy or not?

She looked at Banyan Tree with a gaze and suddenly felt a little scared. What was she thinking? She actually hoped that his wife would be killed on the night of the prince's engagement. What was this? Is she really an evil devil in her bones, just like what Luo Jia accused?

She suddenly stood silently, looking at the night outside at the window.

A figure flashed by, lonely and silent.

She immediately understood that no matter how hazy the figure was, she would recognize it. It was His Highness, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. For many nights, he always stood silently outside the window and forced to suppress his feelings. It was not that he didn't want it, but that he couldn't! As the Crown Prince, he had long been doomed to his fate! Who knows her tears and his pain? In this world, how many people can do whatever they want?

Several times I sat under the flowers and played the flute, and the silver man and red walls were looking into the distance.

Like this star, it was not last night, for whom is standing in the middle of the night?

The thoughts are full of lingering thoughts and the remaining cocoons are drawn; the heart is heartbreaking and peeling the banana after peeling.
Chapter completed!