Pear blossom wine was shockingly clear and alluring, but it was actually a thousand-year-old poison, a trap she had set for another man.
It stung his heart hard, hard.
Even her last rescue was for self-protection... and she showed no attachment or reluctance to him. All her affection was given to that other man.
Xian'er held the wine glass with both hands, tenderly, handed it to Murong Canghai, and said -
"Your Majesty, please use it."
Looking at the eyes behind the veil, a raging anger rose from the soles of his feet, and he flicked -
"Yeah!" Xian'er screamed softly, staggered back and fell to the ground. The wine glass fell down and rolled to the corner of the table. The shockingly prepared pear blossom wine suddenly spilled all over the floor.
Xian'er's hand was also burned by the hot wine, and it suddenly turned red. She shed tears from the pain. She was so frightened that she looked timidly at the angry man in front of her——
"Your Majesty, did Xian'er do something wrong to make you angry? Xian'er knows it was wrong, Xian'er knows it was wrong..."
Xian'er cried pitifully, and her pitiful eyes were enough to break the man's will.
"Your Majesty, I am Qingchen from Mo Qingju. Something happened to the princess..."
At this moment, an urgent female voice came from outside the courtyard. Xian'er was startled and immediately looked at Murong Canghai, extremely nervous.
What?!
When Murong Canghai heard about Su Yueming, he stood up suddenly and walked out immediately——
"Your Majesty..." Xian'er shouted weakly, with a hurt look in her eyes.
Qingchen knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and said——
"The princess doesn't know what's going on. She suddenly feels a lot of pain. My lord, please go over and have a look. I'm afraid something will happen to the princess..."
Murong Canghai hurriedly walked out, his feet were stained with pear blossom wine, and the soles of his shoes suddenly became wet. A strong fragrance of pear blossom wine lingered around him, and his steps suddenly stopped.
Xian'er's eyes suddenly lit up and her hands clenched into fists.
Murong Canghai's face turned cold, and the original eager expression disappeared. He said calmly——
"If you don't feel well, just call the doctor. I will not return to the palace today."
The prince is so indifferent! Could it be that, as the slaves said, all his love for Princess Dazhou was taken away by this young son who sold his body to bury his father?
"But..." Qingchen wanted to say something else after hearing what Murong Canghai said.
However, Xian'er's maid had already walked out, unable to hide the disgust towards Qingchen on her face, and said -
"Your Majesty said that we will rest here today. Sister, you should go back quickly and ask for a doctor for your master."
Qingchen raised her head and glared at the maid. There was nothing she could do. The prince had already spoken and it was the greatest mercy to ask the doctor. She had no choice but to run back in a hurry.
Murong Canghai turned around, and Xian'er on the ground shouted in a low voice——
"Your Majesty..."
Murong Canghai walked towards her, and her face veil fell a little, revealing an unexpected part of her eyes.
He leaned down, raised his hand, and lifted up the veil, so that only those eyes could be seen again, and he raised his hand to cover her forehead.
Xian'er blinked her eyes, and a crystal teardrop fell down. She raised the back of her hand that was burned by the wine, and carefully tugged at Murong Canghai's clothes——
This look, these tears... are heartbreaking.
Murong Canghai's throat twitched, and he suddenly bent down, picked her up and walked quickly inside.
"Your Majesty..." A sweet smile appeared on Xian'er's face. There were no white wounds on this hand.