The words "Assassination of the Regent" entered Duan Mulei's mind and instantly made him completely confused. His hands and feet were so weak that he did not dare to move at all.
Wei Ning never thought that she would be lucky enough to lean into the arms of the powerful regent, let alone be held by him so intimately in public.
He took the initiative to hug her, but she didn't even move her hands...
The fourteen-year-old prince was like a petite doll in the arms of the adult regent, with his small face barely able to press against his chest, listening to his slightly messy heartbeat.
A faint fragrance emanated from his body, a little sweet, not any kind of incense, but a natural body fragrance, a little green, but enough to arouse people's hearts.
Mu Zihan was startled. This was the first time he felt such an uncertain aura from someone close to him.
He is used to controlling everything, and no one can escape from his control. It is a kind of confidence and domineering that holds the whole world in his hands.
It's a habit.
However, this aura of uncertainty now caused his seemingly eternally calm heart to fluctuate slightly.
Although it is an extremely small fluctuation, the butterfly effect can trigger another emotionally earth-shaking landslide and tsunami...
Wei Ning moved for a moment and wanted to break away, but the hand around her waist was slightly stronger, and a domineering force prevented her from leaving.
Which song is this sung from?
At this moment, Qin Feng hurriedly walked into the meeting hall with a serious face, as if he had discovered some important information and wanted to report it to the regent immediately.
But as soon as he walked in, he saw many secret guards pressing Duan Mulei's head to the floor, seeming to have a murderous aura!
But when he raised his head, he saw an even more mysterious scene.
Who is that little fellow being held in the arms of their wise and mighty god-like regent?
Turning her face sideways, her delicate pink face is so cute.
Huh? Why does it look familiar?
Depend on!
Isn't that the prince?
Qin Fengsheng is tall and mighty, not to mention hunky and strong, but he definitely has the physique of a basketball player, and with a suit of armor, he is majestic.
But now he comically rubbed his eyes several times with his hands to make sure that he was really not dazzled.
"My lord, your lord." After seeing it several times, it was indeed true. Qin Feng swallowed. In order to show his qualities as a professional soldier, he quickly stood up straight and spoke seriously.
But I still stuttered accidentally...
Mu Zihan's expression was so profound that no one could see the emotion in his eyes or even guess it.
No one dares to speculate on him. It is an act of seeking death.
"What's wrong?" He calmly let go of his hand around Wei Ning's waist, although he was a little nostalgic for the faint fragrance on her body.
Wei Ning is also a very calm person. She is calm and calm, as if nothing happened, she turns around and stands still.
His face is not red, his heart is not beating, and his little face is always so paralyzed.
Glancing around, he saw Qin Feng holding two leaves and a small sword the size of a thumb, with a blade as sharp as a cicada's wing.
My heart skipped a beat, and I vaguely felt that something was wrong with the situation.
After following the regent for many years, Qin Feng was used to big scenes, so he quickly calmed down.
"Reporting to the prince, my subordinates conducted a careful investigation into the murder of Duan Muxue, and asked them to conduct a careful inspection. They found that the weapons and techniques used to kill Duan Muxue were the same as those used to kill Princess Heqing's men."
