Zhang Tianxue's performance attracted the attention of countless people. Even the prince Murong Che was not surprised. There seemed to be something more in those cold eyes. Not to mention Murong Xi, whose peach blossom eyes were so straight.
He looked at Zhang Tianxue seductively.
The only exception was Ma Xingchen, who just rubbed Zhang Tianxue's head and smiled lovingly at her, seeming to be very satisfied with her performance just now.
"Brother, where is your home? I'll go home with you later, okay." Zhang Tianxue didn't care what the people around him thought.
"You don't plan to live in the palace anymore?" Ma Xingchen looked at Zhang Tianxue in surprise. Based on his understanding of her, she would definitely play around in the palace and then leave all the trouble to him.
"Well, I don't want to live here anymore. When I came here, I never left the palace once!" Zhang Tianxue complained dissatisfiedly.
Murong Xi looked at Zhang Tianxue with a sullen face and a complicated expression.
He looked at Murong Xi and then at Zhang Tianxue. Ma Xingchen seemed to understand something and said with a smile, "Okay, I will tell the emperor later that you should go back to the palace with me so that you don't have to stay in the palace."
It’s causing me a lot of trouble again.”
"Do you have to leave?" Murong Xi couldn't help but ask.
"Of course, the palace is not my home." Zhang Tianxue said with certainty.
Are you kidding, asking her to live in the palace? This hypocritical and error-prone place? She doesn't want it! She is a bird flying freely in the sky, not a canary trapped in a cage.
"If you want it, the palace is your home." Murong Xi said a little eagerly, looking at Zhang Tianxue uncertainly.
"No, I don't want it!" Zhang Tianxue shook his head like a rattle.
"No matter how nice the palace is, it is not my home. This splendid place looks nice, but it doesn't have the freedom I want."
"You must leave me?" Murong Xi was angry.
"I don't have to leave you. You can also come to me?" Zhang Tianxue frowned and looked at Murong Xi and said very dissatisfied.
"That's different!" Murong Xi was anxious, why is this woman different from others!
"Is it different there?"
"It's different, it's just different."
"Is it different there? You should tell me!"
Murong Xi and Zhang Tianxue were arguing. In the eyes of others, this was a show of affection. Ning Yao's face was gloomy to the extreme, Zhang Tianxue, Zhang Tianxue... Ning Yao's hands had already been clenched into fists, and her nails were dug into her flesh.