After opening her mouth to ask this question, Qin'er felt weird.
This is not her residence, and besides, Sikong Yun is still Feng Ruohen's woman, so she should question herself.
After thinking about it, he changed his words again, softened his tone and asked, "What time is it now?"
She knew exactly where she was now, the way she rushed into his residence last night, the revealing words she said to him, and her bold actions...
After that, he tapped her sleeping hole.
He lowered his head to look at his body, still wearing a close-fitting petticoat, and then looked around. This is the Fengyu Tower, the residence of the regent of the Feng Kingdom.
There is no flashy atmosphere at all, it is as concise as himself, almost cold and straightforward.
The owner here was not here, but she slept in his bed all night.
What is this?
"It's just past six o'clock." Sikong Yun sat behind the screen opposite the bed, neither slow nor too hasty, and very patient.
It's already so late?
"Where's Feng Ruohen?" Qin'er turned over and got off the bed barefoot, frowning and looking for clothes to wear.
Sikong Yun walked up to her gently and pushed her into the bathroom at the back, as if he was endorsing~
"The prince has entered the palace, um... I should be in Tianlao now. I told me in the morning that when you wake up, I will clean you up, eat and drink, and then accompany you to the streets to buy the things you need for your trip...
"
"Going on a far journey? Where to go?" Qin'er paused and stopped walking.
He wants to send her away?
Can I send it away?
Looking at Sikong Yun's expression, he was smiling as if something worthy of happiness had happened.
After all, she is Feng Ruohen's woman. How could she still laugh when she saw him staying here all night?
All in all, that man's woman seems to be abnormal.
"Let's go to Silver Sand Sea." Sikong Yun couldn't push her away, so he answered honestly, "The prince promised the Moro envoy that he will leave early tomorrow morning, and you will go too."
"I'm not going." She simply dropped these three words and walked to the bathroom without avoiding suspicion.
The smell of blood still lingered on her body, and she felt uncomfortable smelling it.
The smell of blood... murder... she was too crazy last night.
In fact, there was a moment when she really blamed all her faults on Feng Ruohen.