Stumbling, ups and downs, I can't even remember how to take steps.
All I know is that there is a mouthful of blood in my chest that keeps churning and rising.
After finally returning to the room, he couldn't bear it any longer, and with a cry, a mouthful of blood gushed out.
"Young Village Master!" Xianglan almost cried out of fear! "Young Village Master, don't scare me. How are you?"
Mu Yuan said nothing, his face expressionless.
Xianglan immediately turned around and went out to find the doctor.
But when he was about to go out, he heard Mu Yuan say hoarsely: "Don't...see anyone."
He sat on the bed, lay down, and looked at the heavy beams above his head.
The pillar seemed to be pressing on his heart, as if it weighed a thousand pounds, so heavy that he could hardly breathe.
When his father left, he was still young. Although he knew that he had a heavy responsibility, he was already destined to follow a woman he didn't like.
However, such a promise is just a kind of obedience to a child.
Not from the heart.
Until that moment, he even felt that as long as his adoptive father agreed to this matter, he could not keep his childhood promise.
But he didn't remember that those were his father's last words.
That's not a promise.
That is a mission.
From the moment his father passed away, it became his mission.
Lingering, forever, trapped.
He closed his eyes, completely hiding the sourness in his eyes.
Is life no longer bright at all?
"Young village master..."
"I'm a little tired, Xianglan, please go back." He didn't want to face any woman now.
any.
But the door was pushed open at this moment.
Very rude way and no respect at all.
The guard pushed the door open and stepped aside.
Chu Weiyun walked in, with a proud look on her brows.
"Last night, you went to find Chu Qingge, and you were still resting at this time? What did you do?"
Mu Yuan only felt a buzzing pain in his head, but he quickly got up and saluted her: "Your Highness."
"Let me ask you, what did you do last night? Did you do something ulterior?"
"Your Highness, you can humiliate me, but please don't humiliate the Ninth Princess." Mu Yuan said expressionlessly.
"Oh? So, that bitch Chu Qingge is more important in your heart than yourself?"
Mu Yuan's palms were squeezed tightly.
If she was not your little highness, just by calling the Ninth Princess just now, he would have already punched out his fist.
But he can't!
His every move involves two lives!
Chu Weiyun didn't want to quarrel with him, so she said calmly: "Come out with me, immediately."
Turn around and leave.
Xianglan was anxious and said hurriedly: "Your Highness, Shaojun is ill and it is not appropriate to go out today. Please, Your Highness..."
"Who are you? Are you qualified to speak in front of me?"
As soon as he said these words, the palace maid next to him immediately stepped forward and raised his hand to hit him.
Xianglan subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but Chu Weiyun sneered: "It doesn't matter, if you hide, someone will naturally take the slap for you."
Those two immortals obeyed her words.
Let alone just two slaps, it would kill them, she believed that they would not dare not give it!
Xianglan's heart was shocked, and her eyes suddenly became desolate.
Two snaps and two slaps fell hard on her face.
Xianglan bit her lip and didn't hum. She could only endure it.
Mu Yuan was so angry that his palms were tightening, but there was nothing he could do.
In order to prevent Xianglan from being wronged again, he hurried over and said, "I will accompany your Highness out. Your Highness, please."
