The maid was very aggrieved. She really didn't understand why the Fourth Highness was so kind to a woman who had no regard for him, but left an outstanding girl like Miss Liu alone.
Miss Liu was too outstanding and was completely infatuated with him. No man would be able to refuse such a girl.
pity……
She happened to fall in love with His Highness the Fourth Prince.
"Miss Liu, don't worry, I will definitely give this bowl of soup to His Highness the Fourth Prince."
Liu Qingqing smiled brightly and moved: "I'm sorry to trouble you, but don't let the fourth prince know that it's from me. Otherwise, I'm afraid... he may not drink this soup."
"My slave understands."
The maid bowed to Liu Qingqing and then retreated.
The smile on Liu Qingqing's face gradually disappeared. She pursed her lips and stared in the direction where the maid left.
In a pair of eyes, the initial entanglement is no longer there.
Now that things have happened, there is no turning back.
She took one last look at the direction the maid left, turned around, and walked towards the yard, gradually disappearing under the sun.
…
Murong Qing was sitting in the study room, rubbing his temples with his hands. There was a book in front of him, and he was reading it very seriously.
The door to the study room was pushed open, and the maid came in carrying a bowl of soup.
Murong Qing said without raising his head: "Just leave it here."
Hearing this, the maid put the soup down and turned around to leave.
After she left, the study became quiet again.
Perhaps it was because of Liu Qingqing's arrival that Murong Qing's expression had not improved in the past few days. He even locked himself in the study and never went out again.
He felt thirsty while reading, and then he remembered the soup beside him.
Fortunately, the soup was still a little hot, so he poured a bowl of it himself, put it to his lips and took a sip.
Today's soup tastes a bit strange, but I can't tell where it is, and it's not the same as what I usually drink.
Maybe the dining room has a new way of doing it.
Therefore, Murong Qing didn't think much and drank the entire bowl of soup directly.
When the soup entered his stomach, Murong Qing felt a burning sensation in his chest. That feeling made it impossible for him to concentrate on reading any more.
His hands clutched his heart so tightly that it was so painful that it was difficult to breathe.
Suddenly, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. The blood sprinkled on the ground, red and shocking.
It hurts...
Murong Qing was really weak, his knees gradually fell to the ground, his heart felt tight, his throat felt fishy and sweet, and his vision became blurry.
Vaguely, a delicate and beautiful little face appeared in his mind.
If he died...
If I die here, I will never see Miss Xia Xia again in this life.
He could no longer see the smile that made him worried.
But during this time, he just wanted to be quiet, so he kicked everyone out of the study and did not allow anyone to enter.
He wanted to call out, but all the sounds reached his throat and he couldn't breathe out. He pinched the clothes around his heart tightly and tried to call for help several times, but he couldn't.
But when he turned his head, he found the soup bowl on the table.
Murong Qing stretched out his hand tremblingly, took the soup bowl in his hand, and then smashed it to the ground.
Although Murong Qing did not allow anyone to come in and disturb him, there were guards guarding him outside the study.
The sound of the frame disturbed the guards outside.
The guards rushed in and saw Murong Qing paralyzed on the ground at a glance. They were so frightened that their legs weakened and their voices were filled with panic.