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She didn't know what kind of medicine Leng Mu gave her, but after drinking it, Luo Shang felt that her body was abnormal, but she still didn't feel any discomfort.

When she woke up, it was already late at night.

The lights in the room were still on, and the light from the candles was still warm. She got out of bed and wrapped herself in her light, thin clothes. Leng Mufei seemed to understand her preferences, as she was used to using them.

Luo Shang's hair wrapped around her waist as she walked unsteadily towards the window with graceful steps. Her white and tender fingers lightly pulled at the silk ribbon on the side of the wall, and in that instant, the window opened wide.

The darkness of the night entered her eyes, the bridge of her nose was raised in a perfect curve, and the pair of light-colored eyes under her eyelashes were as thin as water. She stared pure at the only cold moon in the deep blue night sky.

It was not enough to describe her with her delicate face, but she was not like the real person in this world. She raised her eyes and looked at him quietly. Her blurry eyes were not filled with fog. Her pink lips slightly pursed and drew a faint ravine on the corner of her lips.

The two long strands of hair that hung in front of her chest caressed her clothes along with the gentle night breeze, as well as her face that had always been white. Under the moon, Ben had taken on a cold hue, and the pallor that shone on her face only added to her pangs.

Why was tonight's moon so round? Was it because she was in the upper echelons that he could see so clearly? The twilight sky was so dark and so deep. Only the full moon was bright, and it also illuminated the dense clouds around it, making it seem slightly cold.

On the table in front of the window was a zither. Knowing that she loved it, Leng Mufei chose the best one to give her.

Luo Shang sat down on the corner of her clothes, her soft hair obediently falling down behind her. Her fingers gently caressed the slightly cold zither strings, the silver string had a tenacity that was no match for the glass in his heart.

The Liu Li zither was gifted to her by Leng Shaoyu, and only that zither had a little memory of them. In this lifetime, she would probably never be able to touch that broken heart of Liu Li again.

His fingertips lightly pressed on the strings of the zither, causing it to loosen and the zither to sound out in all directions. Her slender fingers strummed the strings, lightly flowing with indifference. The strings sounded mournful and cold like the moonlight, and two drops of sparkling light fell from her cold and detached eyes. They were cut off by the silk and soaked the zither, producing a unique rhythm.

At this moment, in the serene palace, only two green candles were burning in the open room, making it somewhat dark. His sword-like eyebrows flew slanted into the few strands of black hair that had fallen to the side of his head. His handsome face was so cold that it was difficult for others to approach him.

Leng Shaoyu retracted his hand, his gloomy face looked out the window in the blink of an eye, and slowly closed his eyes.

Luo Shang... Is that you? Are you playing the piano?

He had always been guarding her bedside that night in the Luo Residence, and it was unknown what kind of nightmare she had. The cold sweat on her forehead was not stop, and when she opened his eyes in a muddled state, Leng Shaoyu knew that Luo Shang was not willing to see him, and immediately stood up and left.

She grabbed his hand, half smiling, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not read any joy. Her eyes gradually became blurry with tears, and her voice became calm. You're in my dream again. " After a bitter laugh, she said, "That's good too, because I only dare to see you in my dreams."

How much she loved him. Even though she believed that he had harmed her brother, her entire family, she still didn't want to hate him. She didn't want to hate him. She couldn't go against her own heart, but she couldn't resist the restraints of reality. Even being willing to see him could only be an extravagant request in her dreams.

Was it only in her dreams that she could be herself, that she could confront her own heart? If that really was the case, she would rather not be awake for the rest of her life.

Leng Shaoyu looked out of the window at the moon, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Before he met her, he did hate the Luo Family, but because of her, he never gave in. Luo Ke had secretly colluded with the Prime Minister Yue Dongyang over and over again to plot against his subordinates, and had wanted to take his life more than once. Because of her, he had not done anything disadvantageous to the Luo Family.

That time, when they were going to the March Province, she thought that he had wanted to take revenge on the Luo Family for embarrassing the Luo Family. That was why he had accompanied her to the General's Mansion.

The Elders in the imperial court who had received favours from the previous emperors and were loyal to the Wu Zhou had long felt that Luo Ke was holding some powerful troops and wanted to take this opportunity to reduce his military might, but they could do nothing as they could only take action on the other members of the Luo Family. On the way back, he had fallen into a cliff, and it was only Luo Ke and Yue Dongyang who had planned this together, and Luo Shang was the bargaining chip in their hands.

How could Leng Shaoyu be so easily assassinated, so even though they had started from Luo Shang's body and knew that it was their scheme, they also knew that the sword was definitely poisonous, but he still resolutely blocked the sword for her.

Based on his abilities, if he wanted to kill Luo Ke, he would only need to move his fingers to destroy the entire Luo Family.

Only Leng Shaoyu and Luo Ke knew the way back home. That day, they had prepared a large army and it was Luo Ke who secretly leaked the information to get rid of him, but he did not manage to kill Leng Shaoyu, which caused himself to suffer.

How could she know what he had endured, what he had done for her?

Leng Shaoyu chuckled, and shifted his gaze away from the full moon.

"Your Royal Highness, Zhuo Lang has already gone to the Acropolis Kingdom." Unknowingly, Mo Yun had arrived behind him.

The man's back was facing him. His figure was slender and long as he landed on the ground. His figure was tall and well-built, and his soul seemed to have surpassed the sword immortal's.

"You gave him the imperial edict to investigate the Princess Weiguo. Could it be that the prince suspects that the princess is …" As Mo Yun said this, he deeply narrowed his eyes, as if he thought of something, and his eyebrows knitted tightly.

In the war against the Acropolis Empire, ever since Prince Consort Ma Qin Muge died in battle, Luo Ke led a group of masters to attack the Imperial City. With the sudden death of King Wei, the Queen Lady Yan committed suicide in the Morning Sun Palace. However, the self-proclaimed royal daughter of the Wei family, the Ninth Princess, guarded the kingdom alone for three days and three nights.

The princess was even more disheartened. She knocked her own drum on the walls of the imperial city, and then, with her clothes all red, she jumped down from Langya, bringing her family hatred and her national hatred with her as she fell into the clouds.

This extraordinary princess was indeed worthy of respect and admiration. Not only was she highly respected and respected by the citizens of the Guardian Kingdom, even the people of the Wu Zhou wanted to personally witness her grace and see just what kind of woman she was to be able to stand guard over the Imperial City for three days and three nights by herself.

However, her body was still nowhere to be found. According to the legends, she was no ordinary mortal woman. Instead, she was an immortal from the clouds, someone who had long ascended to the heavens. There were also those who said that her soul had drifted away with the Prince Consort's horse, without end.

Some people even said that she wasn't dead in the first place.

One month ago, Leng Shaoyu had not gone out to battle, and had once sent Mo Yun to investigate. Back then, the great master of Wu Zhou, General Luo Ke, had turned against the capital and saved a woman at the foot of Lang Ya Mountain. She was dressed in red and was unconscious, and it was unknown if she was still breathing, but she was still taken away by Luo Ke. This matter had been unknowingly covered up by everyone.

Now that he thought about it carefully, there really was a Ni Duan. Although Luo Shang's behavior seemed to have the elegance of an aristocratic family, it also had a kind of arrogance, one that was different from the others. Just like the snow lotus at the peak of the mountain, it gave people a feeling of immortality when they looked at it from afar.

Could it be that the wangfei was the legendary princess of Acropolis?

Mo Yun did not expect such an unexpected turn of events. If the wangfei was really Princess Weiguo, then, would the Prince still let her stay by his side?

Although Luo Shang had lost her memories, if she thought of everything one day, she would also remember that it was the Wu Zhou that destroyed her country, destroyed her family, forced the Duke Wei and her mother to their deaths, and also her beloved Prince Consort. As a Lord who had passed away, how could she still live peacefully with the Prince of Wu Zhou when she had the hatred of a nation?

Heaven's will was in his hand, it was hard for him to escape. Mo Yun couldn't help but sigh for his Royal Highness.

"There are no movements from the King Han Palace. I wonder where the King Han has hidden the wangfei? Rest assured Your Highness, this subordinate will definitely find this place as soon as possible." had always been ordering him to secretly investigate Leng Mufei. At the beginning, Mo Yun thought that the prince was overthinking things, after all the brothers had been together for so long, how could it be possible for them to think the same way as the prince.

However, Mo Yun couldn't help but to admire Leng Shaoyu's sharp mind and ability.

The man did not say anything. He only pursed his lips and looked at the zither with a gaze that did not allow anyone to guess his expression.