Murong Zhan raised his lips in embarrassment, but there was no displeasure on his handsome face. Since Qingcheng had already made up his mind, he couldn't force him. Moreover, as his imperial brother, Murong Jue didn't say a word to help him at this moment.
So Murong Zhan knew very well that he was not willing to let Qingcheng become his teacher!
After they said goodbye politely, they each got into their own carriages. The car was very quiet all the way back home.
Qingcheng was indeed tired tonight. Perhaps her heart had never found peace since she married into the palace.
The man's cruelty last night was unforgettable to her, and his depth tonight was even more frightening to her.
Qingcheng turned her head and leaned on the carriage without looking at him. She was afraid of him, especially when there was no one around. Such fear came quickly, as if the weeds growing in her body met the spark of a star, no matter how small or weak the starlight was.
, but it can burn into a sea of fire in her heart!
The swaying carriage arrived at the palace soon, and the words of encouragement from the entourage outside the carriage brought back Qingcheng's bitter thoughts that were gradually drifting away.
"Your Majesty, we're here!" the attendant announced in a low voice, opened the curtain and raised one hand to help the master in the car dismount.
"Princess, do you want me to carry you down?" Murong Jue ignored the dark and thick arm, but turned sideways and asked with a smile at Qingcheng who had recovered from her daze.
"No need!" was a reply that seemed to come from instinct, with unprecedented urgency. She was so afraid that this man would touch her again, and she would tremble with even an unintentional touch.
However, the "don't" in Qingcheng's mouth was the "yes" that Murong Jue believed in!
He ignored Qingcheng's stiff expression at the moment, and even ignored the fear that always showed in her eyes towards him.
He smiled evilly, the smile was deeper and more obvious than at the banquet just now, and there was a hint of cunning in his bright black eyes.
"No!" Qingcheng exclaimed. When Murong Juewei leaned over, Qingcheng actually screamed out at this moment. At the same time, her head was buried in her arms. She didn't dare to look into his eyes, and she didn't want him to touch her.