After saying these words, he didn't even dare to look into Xiao Qinghan's eyes.
Xiao Qinghan's narrow red phoenix eyes narrowed, and he couldn't tell whether it was sympathy or contempt. He looked at him with mixed emotions.
Finally he let out a long sigh and said, "I know!"
After saying that, he turned around, waved his sleeves, no longer looked at him, and whispered: "I'm leaving!"
"So, happy..." he hesitated.[
"I will tell her the truth. As for whether she is willing to wait for you, she has to make her own decision," Xiao Qinghan said in an extremely cold tone.
"Perhaps I made a wrong decision by bringing her here today!"
With a mocking tone in his voice, he jumped onto the white horse with a handsome figure and galloped away.
Ren Youyang was stunned for a moment, feeling the pain in his heart getting worse, biting his lower lip tightly with his teeth.
I really want to, I really want to pursue him desperately, without wanting anything else.
He thought about that woman almost crazy. Why did he hesitate to move forward when she was so close?
Xuan Qing, who was beside him, noticed his abnormal look and was extremely worried.
Although he also wanted to see his former mistress again and see the prince with her.
But he saw all the pain and torment that the prince had gone through for several days as he was immersed in the pressure of the queen mother.
He tugged at his sleeves and reminded in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the Queen's sedan chair has arrived!
"
Isn't it? An extremely gorgeous large sedan chair carried by sixteen people has appeared in front of you, surrounded by guards wearing Liuguang costumes and people playing music and playing music.
Only then did Ren Youyang come back to his senses from his thoughts. The woman sitting in the sedan chair in front of him was chosen by his mother for him.
He doesn't have to love or hug her, but now, he must marry her first...
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This is Xiao Qinghan's private residence.
In an elegant embroidery room, a woman with beautiful features like a silent landscape painting was holding her chin, looking at the candlestick and dancing candlelight in front of her in a daze.
Her delicate brows were furrowed, as if there was a deep melancholy that could not be resolved.