Kuokuozhen watched Zhenjin's back disappear from her sight, and her original expression of pain instantly turned into anger. Her eyes were burning with anger that wanted to destroy everything.
Why, why did her man leave her to find another woman? Why did that woman, who was only thirteen years old, already surpass her status in Zhenjin's heart? Kuokuozhen clenched her hands tightly, using her long nails hard
He stroked her palm. "Amul, you deserve to die. You can't even imagine what I can't get. I don't care even if we die together."
Kuokuozhen stood in the house for a long time and strode towards the outside of the palace. Since Zhenjin has left, should she take advantage of the time to send more people there? As long as she can kill Amul, everyone will die.
Real money can't do anything to her.
In the blink of an eye, ten days later, Zhenjin rushed to Yanjing. He was the last to get the news. When Hu Gechi left Kaiping, all the news was blocked. Everything about Amul, Yanjing Namu
This is the news that was just sent to him two days ago.
The letter Namuhan sent to him only had a few words, and he didn't seem to want to tell him too much. Although he didn't know why Namuhan told him that Amul was not dead now, he really wanted to know the reason. When he arrived in Yanjing,
As soon as he entered the city, he ran towards the hotel.
Na Muhan had just returned to the hotel after dealing with matters, and the steward who was left behind at the hotel came up to him with an anxious look on his face.
"Your Majesty, Your Highness Prince Yan is here."
"Second brother is here? How long have you been here?" Na Muhan strode in and asked as he walked.
"It won't take long, about as long as a cup of tea." The steward replied, then hesitated and continued, "His Royal Highness Prince Yan looks a little tired, but he is unwilling to rest. He said that he has important things to see the prince."
Namuhan stopped walking. Do you want to see him about something important? The so-called important thing is nothing more than news about Arnold. You want to see him just to ask everything clearly. Originally, he did not intend to pass the news to him.
Yes, but he couldn't bear to think of his haggard appearance. In the end, he wrote him a letter with only a few words "Amul is still alive". He didn't say much and didn't explain much, just to give him a message.
Take a reassurance.
"Your Majesty..." The steward next to him called out worriedly when he saw him stop and be stunned.
Namuhan came to his senses and said, "You go down first, I will go there by myself."
The steward glanced at him again worriedly, and stood there watching Na Muhan strode away. Ever since the prince returned to Yanjing a few days ago, he would always be stunned occasionally. His eyes were sometimes confused, sometimes worried,
Sometimes I miss you...
In the front hall of the hotel, there was only one person sitting in the room.
Zhenjin was wearing a black robe with silver thread piping, and her hair was neatly combed. However, her beautiful face showed deep fatigue, and her dark brown eyes were no longer as introverted as before. Instead, they felt as if they were covered with clouds.
There is a thick layer of fog that cannot be blown away or dissolved.
Namuhan felt a little guilty and shouted, "Second brother."
Zhenjin turned around when he heard the shouting, "Na Muhan, come and sit down!"
Namuhan sat down next to Zhenjin and saw that the tea in Zhenjin's hand was empty. "Come here, serve tea."
Two little maids ran outside the house and hurriedly brought the tea. The four eyes used their movements to secretly take a look at the silent gold, and a light pink appeared on the snow-white face.
"Go down!" Na Muhan's tone was a little tired, and his heart was even more confused. He also had many things he wanted to ask, but he couldn't speak.