She didn't understand that unfathomable man at all. She didn't know herself or the enemy, which was a bit dangerous. At least, she wanted to see what level of master Mu Zihan was!
"Hehe..." Duanmulei smiled sinisterly. If he failed, then there would be no need for this waste to exist.
He thought wholeheartedly that the current prince was still the same useless good-for-nothing, but little did he know that he had walked into this good-for-nothing's trap a long time ago without even realizing it.
It will be useless to regret it later and kneel in front of her and kowtow to beg for mercy.
*********Feng Wu Jiang Shan *********
The next day, it was dusk, and the light of the setting sun gave the entire imperial city a hazy warm color.
"Go quickly."
In front of the meeting hall, Duanmulei urged impatiently, fearing that the regent would leave if it was too late.
Wei Ning walked forward holding a brocade box with a calm face. She walked up the steps and saw Qin Feng coming out. The latter laughed when he saw her.
"Your Highness, why are you here?"
"I'm here to see the emperor. I wonder if the emperor is free now?"
"If you have time, please come in, His Majesty the Prince." Qin Feng smiled heartily. The more I look at this Prince, the more I find him pleasing to the eye. Why haven't I noticed it before?
In fact, Qin Feng had never looked at the prince carefully before, because every time he saw the prince, he always lowered his head, cowered, and couldn't see clearly even if he wanted to.
Wei Ning nodded and went in holding the brocade box. Qin Feng looked at his back and couldn't help but smile again, hoping that when his prince saw the prince, he wouldn't think of the incident that day.
The meeting hall was very quiet and the sky was dark, so the palace maid had already lit the lamps everywhere. The wax oil was mixed with special spices, which was very refreshing and refreshing.
Mu Zihan was still reviewing the memorials, and there was a pile of memorials on the desk. The emperor did not care about political affairs, so he had to decide all matters.
"Ahem..." A few coughs escaped his chest. He blocked them with his hands carelessly and continued to read the memorial with frowning eyebrows.
"Uncle Emperor." Wei Ning looked at him softly, with a young man's unique clear tone, but still a little immature.
Mu Zihan seemed to be startled for a moment before he raised his head, his brows relaxed slightly. In the warm light, his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of brocade, and his overly beautiful appearance made people breathe.
Those eyes that were always quiet and cold seemed to melt quietly the moment they saw her.
"Qing Ning, why are you here?" It has been fourteen years since the prince was born, and they have met only a handful of times, but today is the first time that the prince took the initiative to come to him.
In the brightly lit meeting hall, a young man wearing a willow-colored long coat is handsome and soft. His silky black hair is tied up with a silk ribbon, which makes his skin as white as jade. His black and white eyes are as clear as two gems, and his pink lips are like
As soft and beautiful as peach blossoms.
She stood quietly in the warm light, her body seemed to exude a cold and proud aura.
But in the blink of an eye, that coldness disappeared, replaced by a soft and restrained temperament like jade.
There seemed to be a shallow ripple in the depths of Mu Zihan's heart. The handsome young man's bright and clear eyes and his youthful aura made him lose his usual calm and coldness like an ancient well.
"Is your uncle sick?" Wei Ning casually placed the brocade box on the desk, walked around to him, raised her little hand and touched his forehead.
