Ning Xia was taken away by Nie Qingqing, and the originally lively atmosphere suddenly became a little gloomy.
Yun Hongsi gathered her courage and went over to pick up the letter on the table: "Your Majesty, this..."
"Let's set off in a quarter of an hour!" Chu Dongling put down the kerchief that was used to wipe Long Qian's mouth and picked her up.
Yun Hongxiang shook her hands and almost lost the letter.
She took a deep breath, cupped her hands and said, "Yes."
The curtains of the tent were raised and lowered, cutting off everyone outside.
Chu Dongling put Long Qian back on the bed, lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead.
When he was about to leave, she grabbed the hem of his clothes.
Chu Dongling turned around and pinched her fair chin: "Qian'er are you really so impatient?"
Long Qian shook off his hand and said solemnly: "I didn't! I want to say that I am not at all..."
Chu Dongling clasped the back of her head, lowered his head and nibbled hard on her lips.
"Hiss..." Long Qian was so painful that she almost shed tears.
But the man let her go, turned around and left without saying anything.
"You didn't even have the courage to read that letter. You already knew I wasn't the one, didn't you?"
"Chu Dongling, what exactly do you want to do, can you make it clear?"
Long Qian's words did not make the man stop walking outside.
He opened the curtain and disappeared into the tent.
Long Qian looked at the gradually calming door curtain, exhaled, and fell on the bed.
What is this guy planning? She is not Long Qian, so it would be pointless for him to keep her by his side, right?
If he didn't believe what Mr. Prophet said, he wouldn't marry her.
Now that I believe it, what does it mean now?
"Long Qian, what are you doing lying there? You have to leave." Yuan Feijing opened the curtain and walked in.
Long Qian sat up and stared at her: "Have you read the letter? Is it an autographed letter from Mr. Prophet?"
"How could I possibly know Mr. Prophet?" Yuan Feijing glanced at her, "But I have seen the content."
Long Qian put on her shoes and stood up: "How?"
"It's the same as what Princess Ningxia said. She said that Long Qian is dead and you are the soul that has taken over Long Qian's body. You are talking nonsense and I can't understand it!"
"Let's go. Your Majesty may be on a different road from us. Nie Qingqing just received the news and left with Your Majesty."
Yuan Feijing packed up Long Qian's baggage and put it on his shoulder.
"Do you know why King Xu left suddenly?" She came to Long Qian's side and lowered her voice.
Long Qian looked up at her and asked casually: "Why?"
"I heard that his mother-in-law was assassinated yesterday, and her life or death is uncertain." Yuan Feijing raised her eyebrows, "Who do you think did it?"
An idea suddenly appeared in Long Qian's mind, but she said nothing and shook her head.
"I don't know either, but a sinister and cunning person like King Xu must have offended many people." Yuan Feijing bent down and patted the dust on her boots.
"He is a person who is easy-going on the surface and always has a smile on his face, but the more you look at this smile, the more creepy you will feel."
"God opened his eyes and finally taught him a lesson. No matter who did it, I want to call him boss."
Yuan Feijing straightened her clothes and pushed the wheelchair in: "Let's go."
Long Qian got into the wheelchair and controlled the wheelchair to go out.
If the matter was really done by King Ling, the person who set his mother on fire must be Chu Lingxu.
This eldest prince is truly cold-blooded. Not only is he cold-blooded, he is also cunning and insidious, without any air of a general.
If he were the king, the Star-Moon Kingdom would be devastated!
