1850. Chapter 1850 Cold wind blowing in the middle of the night 3
"Aren't you afraid of running out in the middle of the night and cooling yourself off? The Third Emperor's Wife isn't worried about you either?"
Nanfeng Xun was startled, and a trace of sadness flashed in his dark jade-like eyes.
He folded the handkerchief, put it in his clothes, and sighed softly.
Will she worry about herself?
Even if you are worried, it's not because you care about him in your heart.
"She... doesn't know I'm here."
When he heard her mouth calling another man's name, he could no longer pretend that nothing had happened and continued to hold her to sleep.
I feel very annoyed and confused...I really want to go out alone and get some fresh air.
So, I came here quietly.
No one would know... Wanwan was sleeping soundly... and when those people outside the window sneaked into the room and saw him sleeping with her hugging each other, they left with great satisfaction.
It was late at night. There were only a few people in Liuli Palace. There was no one guarding it at all.
He is just an unpopular prince, and no maid is willing to stay outside the bedroom all night.
Except for Su'er who regarded him as a prince, the others had already forgotten his identity.
He left Liuli Palace...no one would know...
Even if he knew, he wouldn't care where he was going so late.
A strange look flashed in Nanfeng Lixue's eyes, and she walked to his side in a few steps, "So you came out without telling the Third Emperor's Wife, aren't you afraid that she will be anxious when she finds out that she is gone?"
Nan Fengxun smiled softly, the smile was bitter and sad, "No...she...won't be anxious."
It's not someone she cares about...will she be anxious?
"I don't think anyone would want to come here to blow the cold wind on their wedding night."
Especially for a person with a weak body like him, who is already sick all the time. If he is infected with cold or something, his condition may become more serious.
He knew what kind of disease Nan Fengxun had. It was almost impossible for him to recover from the disease. Even if he could live for decades, he would still be tortured by the disease.
Nan Fengxun looked into the distance with a sad expression, and his soft voice revealed an indescribable loneliness, "But didn't the prince also come here to blow the cold wind on his wedding night?"