Time passed day by day, and on the seventh day, Murong Jingwan was disappointed.
She is too stupid. It has been ten years. How could her fourth brother still remember her?
Even if Fourth Brother remembers her, can the person who gave her a carved wooden necklace really save her?
Murong Jingwan buried her head deeply in her knees, but there was a deep sound of footsteps coming from the door of the dungeon.
Murong Jingwan slowly raised her head and watched Xuan Ningxuan walk into the cell with a frown.
Xuan Ningxuan didn't say a word, but roughly grabbed Murong Jingwan's arm and dragged her out of the dungeon.
"Your Majesty..." Murong Jingwan wanted to struggle, but the harsh diet in recent days has made her unable to struggle.
"Murong Zheng is dead." Xuan Ningxuan said coldly.
Murong Jingwan's eyes widened, then quickly dimmed, and her body quickly softened into Xuan Ningxuan's arms.
While sleeping, Murong Jingwan felt her body shaking constantly, as if she was on water.
Slowly opening her eyes, Murong Jingwan had a wry smile on her lips.
Xuan Ningxuan took her out of the dungeon, not to let her keep vigil for her father, but to go to Murong's house and meet Murong Jingshu with a suitable identity.
Soon Xuan Ningxuan took Murong Jingwan to Murong's house. Unlike the Murong family three months ago, the house was filled with white elegiac couplets.
After opening the curtain, Xuan Ningxuan smiled at Murong Jingwan for the first time, but that smile made Murong Jingwan feel dazzled.
Putting her hand gently on Xuan Ningxuan's, Murong Jingwan slowly stepped out of the carriage.
"Your Majesty, I will cooperate with you in this play." Murong Jingwan stared into Xuan Ningxuan's eyes and said word by word.
Xuan Ningxuan's smile suddenly froze on his face, "If you cooperate well, Xiaohuan can be included in this article."
Murong Jingwan smiled slightly and reached out to hold Xuan Ningxuan's arm.
When Murong Jingwan held his arm, Xuan Ningxuan was shocked to find that he didn't feel a trace of disgust.
Murong's family was filled with sorrow. Even though Murong Zheng had never loved her daughter, when she saw Murong Zheng's coffin, Murong Jingwan couldn't help but burst into tears.
