Feng Juechen looked away, "Then the Seventh Emperor brother and you and your wife disappeared. How is the Seventh Emperor brother going to explain this matter?"
"We have nothing to explain," Jiao Xiaoliu never liked to explain to people he disliked. "As for who caused my father to become what he is now, we can all understand it tacitly."
"I wonder why the prince called us here today?" Feng Qianchen didn't want to have too much contact with Feng Juechen, so getting straight to the point was the best way.
Feng Juechen looked back at Feng Ruixuan, who was still unconscious, smiled sinisterly, and ignored Feng Qianchen.
Jiao Xiaoliu wanted to speak, but was held back by Feng Qianchen.
When you don't know what the other party wants to do, it is the truth to remain unchanged in response to changes.
Jiao Xiaoliu took a deep breath, bit her lower lip, and stared at Feng Juechen. If looks could kill, Feng Juechen would have died thousands of times.
Feng Qianchen's eyes did not waste time on Feng Juechen, but kept looking at Feng Ruixuan who was lying on the bed.
Compared with when he and Jiao Xiaoliu left, Feng Ruixuan's face was much paler, and the whole palace was filled with the smell of medicine.
Feng Juechen seemed to find that Feng Qianchen's eyes had been resting on Feng Ruixuan, and he moved his steps quietly, blocking Feng Qianchen's sight. His eyes that were originally warm suddenly turned extremely cold.
Feng Juechen looked into Feng Qianchen's eyes provocatively. Just when he was getting carried away, his knees suddenly hurt and he knelt down.
Jiao Xiaoliu pretended to be surprised and took a step back, "Prince, what's going on? We, husband and wife, can't bear such a gift from you..." But the smile in his eyes completely betrayed her.
Feng Juechen naturally knew what was going on. He glared at Jiao Xiaoliu and was about to stand up when his calf felt pain again. He fell to the ground.
After repeating this process several times, Jiao Xiaoliu finally couldn't help laughing.
Feng Juechen was already crestfallen at this time, and he could not stand up any faster than Jiao Xiaoliu. His eyes were fixed on Jiao Xiaoliu's hands for a moment, and he slowly got up from the ground.
Feng Qianchen sighed, "Prince, are you still not going to tell us the reason why we, husband and wife, are here?"
"The reason? Doesn't the Seventh Prince not know?" A cold voice came from outside.
Jiao Xiaoliu raised his eyebrows and whispered to Feng Qianchen, "I've already guessed it was her idea."
Shangguan Ruoxin walked to the back room in one step and said to Feng Juechen, "I'm here to see the crown prince..." The sweet voice made Jiao Xiaoliu's heart tremble.
"My beloved concubine, no gift." Feng Juechen still looked as embarrassed as before. He quickly walked over to support Shangguan Ruoxin and whispered something to her. Shangguan Ruoxin kept nodding her head in agreement.
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Jiao Xiaoliu touched Feng Qianchen, "What do you think they are talking about?"
"No matter what they do." Feng Qianchen scraped Jiao Xiaoliu's nose lovingly, smiled at her, and walked up to Feng Ruixuan's bed.
Shangguan Ruoxin and Feng Juechen seemed to have forgotten everything around them and kept muttering something.
Jiao Xiaoliu didn't want to disturb Feng Qianchen, nor did he want to pay attention to Feng Juechen and Shangguan Ruoxin.
I yawned and looked around, trying to find a place to rest.
