After Murong Jingwan left, Xuan Ningxuan has been living alone in the study.
He didn't favor any woman, but he still aroused dissatisfaction among Murong Jingshu and others.
Xuan Ningxuan's actions aroused a great sense of crisis in Murong Jingshu's heart. Murong Jingwan had been kicked out of the palace, and she would never let her have another chance to come back.
Outside the brightly lit study, two guards were still standing, prohibiting anyone from entering the study.
Xuan Ningxuan, who only read books every night, finally fell asleep after reading a book.
Shortly after the lights went out, Xuan Ningxuan, who had just fallen asleep, was awakened by a burst of crying.
Outside the study, the guards' scoldings were mixed with the unfamiliar cries. Xuan Ningxuan threw on a piece of clothing and opened the door to the study.
"What happened? There was a noise outside my study." The sleepy voice was filled with bone-chilling coldness, and his sinister eyes glared at the man who was kneeling on the ground and shaking uncontrollably.
The little maid raised her head timidly, then lowered her head timidly, and said timidly: "Your Majesty, Murong's concubine has been having nightmares for days. Tonight, no matter how much the slaves persuaded her, the concubine still refused to go to bed and kept moaning.
Cry."
Murong's concubine?
"Prince?" Xuan Ningxuan didn't respond at all, and the little maid called out in fear. If she doesn't take the prince to another courtyard tonight, the master will definitely beat her to death.
After coming back to his senses, a trace of reluctance flashed in Xuan Ningxuan's heart. Not long after Murong Jingshu lost her child, he had never been by her side properly.
"Get up, I'm leaving right away." Xuan Ningxuan said coldly, walking towards Murong Jingshu's villa.
As soon as he approached Murong Jingshu's bedroom, heartbreaking cries could be heard clearly from the bedroom.
"Baby, don't leave your mother, don't leave your mother alone." Murong Jingshu's sad cry was like a sharp sword piercing Xuan Ningxuan's heart, making her unable to breathe for a long time.
He walked quickly to the door of the bedroom and pushed it open quickly. The scene in the room made Xuan Ningxuan feel even more guilty.
Murong Jingshu sat on the ground with her black hair disheveled, her face full of tears and her eyes sad. She was only wearing a piece of obscene clothing, and her lips were already purple from the cold.
When the maid who was standing by to dissuade him saw Xuan Ningxuan's sinister eyes, she immediately fell to her knees trembling all over.
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