And listening to the meaning in Xia Zi's words, Xia Qingtian is bound to win this time. If someone stands in his way, he will kill, and if he stands in the way of Buddha, he will kill Buddha.
At this time, if Xia Qingtian knew that she was a fake, she would be dead.
And Murong Xitian, he will be... Xia Ziluo suddenly felt cold all over.
No, she can't let go of her status as the Prime Minister's daughter. Now only she can persuade Xia Qingtian to stop taking action, to gain a chance for Murong Xitian, and to buy time for herself to escape in the future.
After Xia Ziluo made up his mind, he got back into the carriage and said, "Quick, turn around and go back to the palace."
"Yes." The coachman waved his riding whip, the loud sound of the whip fell, and the carriage immediately started running wildly.
Soon, the carriage arrived at the palace.
Xia Ziluo hurriedly got out of the car and went straight to the study.
In the study, Murong Xitian was reviewing the memorials and looking into the courtyard from time to time, waiting for Xia Ziluo's return.
Suddenly, there was a sound of soft footsteps, which sounded a bit chaotic.
Murong Xitian suddenly raised his head, and when he saw the person he had longed for, he smiled brightly: "You're back?"
"Well, I'm back." Xia Ziluo walked into the room, trying to look calm.
But Murong Xitian still noticed something strange, and then raised his eyebrows slightly: "What's wrong? You just left not long ago, and you came back so soon. What happened?"
"Yes." Xia Ziluo sighed as Murong Xitian's eyes were as bright as fire and he couldn't hide anything from him.
She sniffed: "Don't mention it, my father didn't know whether he was too old or confused, so he had someone chase me back halfway. The same goes for my elder brother. It's obviously just a minor illness..."
Xia Ziluo concealed the last words Xia Ziyan said to her.
"Your father is not a reckless person..." Xia Qingtian is not Xia Ziyan, he is an old fox who is very smart.
Murong Xitian lowered his eyebrows and thought, feeling a little uneasy. Could something be happening?
Xia Ziluo looked at Murong Xitian as if he was thinking about something. She would be a fool if she didn't take advantage of him to worry about Xia Qingtian's illness and slip away.
"Maybe people's tempers become weird as they get older, and everyone gets confused sometimes." Xia Ziluo deliberately yawned, "I'm so sleepy, I'm going back to rest."
Murong Xitian raised his head in distress, only to find that there was no look of tiredness on her face. When the words of endearment came to her lips, they were stuck in her throat, unable to go up or down, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
Why should she avoid him?
It seems that ever since she came back, her expression has been weird, as if she was afraid that he would ask about something.
"Are you hiding something from me?" Murong Xitian's face as gentle as the spring breeze slowly cooled down, and his mood became gloomy.
Xia Ziluo shook his head guiltily, in rhythm with the rattle: "No, how is it possible? You are always thinking and doubting me."
"Then why are you running away from me?" Murong Xitian didn't want to go around in circles, nor did he want to doubt Xia Ziluo and destroy the intimacy between him and her.
Asking her so bluntly caught Xia Ziluo off guard.
"I..." Xia Ziluo hesitated, not knowing where to start.
Sure enough, she had something to hide from herself.
Could it be that Xia Ziluo was not a fake as he thought? Her innocence and beauty were all pretended?
No, that's not the case -
Murong Xitian felt the pain in his throat was unbearable: "Luo'er, don't hide this from me."
With the word "Luo'er", Xia Ziluo's eyes couldn't help but turn red.
