He has endured a lot of ridicule, contempt, and suppression from dancers with backgrounds, but he has become more and more exciting on the stage. His legendary dance steps can shock countless people. Nowadays, the prince wants to be more and more extraordinary.
I really admire Xiao Wen’s dance.
However, since Xiao Wen left Nian Yu Pavilion that day, the prince sent someone to the dance club to invite Xiao Wen, but he was told that Xiao Wen was missing.
For five whole days, there was no news from Xiao Wen.
The prince was very anxious. Although he had only met him once, he felt like a close relative. The less he could find him, the more anxious the prince became.
"Can you really not find it? There are no traces of Young Master Xiao Wen in the entire country?" The prince coldly put down the bamboo scroll and said to his subordinates coldly.[
The guards' expressions changed slightly, and they hurriedly raised their hands.
"Exactly...Prince, the country is too big, there is no search yet..."
"Didn't I ask you to search? It hasn't started yet? You bastard!" the prince shouted coldly, and the guards were shocked. Although the prince is usually cold and arrogant, he usually will not get angry at them.
Now that it was over, everyone lost their countenance and quickly retreated, continuing to search for Xiao Wen's whereabouts.
Chu Lingjun's face was tense, his eyes were cold, and he kept pacing back and forth in the hall, feeling upset.
Does he like Yu'er or Xiao Wen?
No, no... liking Xiao Wen, that is such a terrible truth, he will never like a man!
Chu Ling kept thinking wildly and denying her thoughts.
The bright sun outside was like fire, shining on the patches of red flowers, reminding him of Xiao Wen's fiery red figure.
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In the princess palace.
Bai Yu was embroidering the handkerchief carefully, but she didn't know why. She was upset. She was dressed in fine clothes and had just gone to see the prince. The prince seemed a little impatient. Although he still cared about her, he seemed to have lost something.
Absent-minded.
Agarwood was burning on one side of the Qinglong Golden Cauldron, and two maids were waiting quietly on the other side. It was so quiet that they could only hear the chirping of birds not far away.
The sun is quiet and the years are quiet.
However, as if something was missing, Bai Yu felt that his heart was empty, like a vast wasteland with nothing, very empty and desolate.