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"Princess Hua-Yang fell asleep just like that?" Qu Jingxi paused for a bit, and then moved a bit closer to the woman at the side, "Tell this king about what happened today?"

The hot air beside his ears was faintly discernible, causing Feng Xiwu's ears to turn red. Why does he always like to talk to her like this?

Feng Xiwu's heart skipped a beat and her beautiful eyes lit up.

"Nothing very special happened today. What does Your Highness want to hear?"

The man's soft laughter was exceptionally clear. Feng Xiwu was just about to explain, "Why didn't this duke realize that the wangfei still liked to play tricks on me earlier?"

Feng Xiwu's face reddened, a look of unease flashed past her eyes, as she bit her lower lip. That's right, this was the Prince Jing's Mansion, so how could her actions escape his eyes?

"He's a good friend of the prince, I'm just helping him, isn't that right?"

Suppressing her heart which had suddenly lost control, Feng Xiwu was afraid that she would be seen through. She did not dare to look into his eyes.

"Is that all?" The ridicule in his tone was very obvious.

"Yes, that's all." With the thought of breaking a glass, Feng Xiwu decided to lie to the end.

"It doesn't matter," the arm at her waist moved, and a large warm hand wrapped around her small hand. "As long as wangfei is happy, it's fine."

Feng Xiwu's heart was moved, but she did not say anything more. She was wrong to say more, and since the Prince Jing did not care, she was not worried.

If this matter was successful, then she would receive two favors. If it was a failure, then she wouldn't lose anything.

There was still the Prince Jing in front of him!

"Lovely? Heh ~ ~ "Mu Qingrong's back was facing the desk, and his bodyguard was kneeling in the room.

The outside was shrouded in a layer of dense darkness. A crescent moon hung in the dark sky. However, the kneeling Dark Guard still had lingering fear in his heart as a layer of cold sweat emerged on his forehead.

Just now, Master Mu executed another Dark Guard because he had brought back the wrong information.

This was already the fifth one this month.

"How is Xuan these few days? Are there any big changes? " Mu Qingrong turned around, and his tone was completely different from before; he turned around to see a delicate and pretty face with the aura of a scholar.

Different from the white beard on Lu Baichuan's face, other than being affected by too many twists and turns and going through too much, his expression was a little ancient and steady. Over ten years of time, he had not left any traces on's face.

Mu Hanxuan and that clean face looked 80% similar, and an outsider could tell who they were with a single glance.

"The young master is the same as always. The ones who come in and out of the restaurant the most are the Ink Fragrance Pavilion and the Intoxicated Fragrance Pavilion, whereas the young miss …"

"I have my own plans for the young miss. You just need to remember to do what you need to do. Don't mind the rest." Mu Qingrong's eyes landed on the small pile of reports on the desk.

"There are always some people in this world who don't know how to enjoy their leisure and seek trouble."

The smile on Mu Qingrong's face looked very warm, but it was mixed with the coldness of the autumn wind in October.

"You don't need me to teach you how to do it, right?"

The guard stood up, clasped his hands, and received the slip of paper from the man. After which, he complied and left.

In the darkness, a few rustling figures could be seen shuttling between the tall walls of the pavilion.

Mu Qingrong shook his sleeves that were slightly wrinkled from his movements, and walked towards the door.

The young miss of the Feng Family was someone he had planned to do for Xuan. She would be going to apply in two days. Unexpectedly, Prince Jing made the first move, stealing away the glory that should have belonged to him, and even stealing away the woman that should have belonged to his son.

He had recorded down this debt.