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Prince Qin looked over with his dark eyes. His narrowed pupils seemed to reveal suppressed desire and greed. He was like a hungry wolf in the forest, emitting a green light.

No matter how he looked at it, something didn't seem right.

Murong Ling looked at him with suspicion. Her deep eyes gradually became clear and her handsome face relaxed into an innocent and tense face. Her thin lips slightly parted as she said, "I'm hungry, I want to eat crystal red bean cake."

What part of her finger looked like a crystal red bean cake?

A few veins popped up on Murong Ling's head as she gnashed her teeth: "Why don't you want to eat the Crystal Phoenix Claw!"

"Crystal Phoenix Claw? What is that? "

Murong Ling immediately shut her mouth and maintained a straight face, not saying a word.

"Quickly tell This King, what's that?"

Li Cangmin felt that there was something wrong with the crystal Phoenix Claw, and kept asking for directions. However, Murong Ling was determined not to answer and could not pry it open.

The horse carriage finally reached their destination. As if Murong Ling had heard of their amnesty, she quickly escaped the carriage. If they continued to question her, she would probably kill people on the spot.

At the Marquis Mansion in Disobedience Marquis.

This mansion was one that Rennan King had set up long ago. Now that the name plate of Disobedience Marquis House had replaced the arrogant and domineering Rennan Mansion, the newly painted red paint was eye-piercing red, like a ferocious beast that wanted to choose its prey.

Today was bound to be a grand feast.

The son of the Disobedience Marquis, Wu Changying, was standing at the door to welcome him. It was already spring and March, but he was shivering with a big blanket.

When he saw Murong Ling, his eyes flashed with amazement and greed. He stared blankly, and only until Li Cangmin stepped forward to hold her hand did Wu Changying's gaze fall on Li Cangmin's face.

That day at the busy city market, Prince Qin had hit him and left a cold wave of energy in his heart veins. He thought it was normal, but after he sent it back, not only was he unable to circulate his internal energy, he was unable to even force his royal father to use it. In the end, he had to hire the family's master, Mr. Zhang. Even he was too secretive and powerless to do anything about it.

When he thought about how he could only be a piece of trash from now on, Wu Changying's face darkened. He cupped his hands with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, "So it's Prince Qin and Princess Huo Wu's, please come in."

Murong Ling and Li Cangmin's arrival was considered early, but there were already a lot of people inside, who were chatting loudly, with Disobedience Marquis accompanying them, when they saw them, they were immediately invited to sit.

There were many people seated on the mat, while Prince Zhao Li Fuchen was seated on the left side of Murong Ling. His forehead still had some blood scabs, which were covered by the few strands of hair that had been placed down.

He poured a cup of clear pear blossom white from his wine bottle and placed it in front of Murong Ling. "I have offended many of the previous Japanese king.

Li Fuchen picked up the wine cup in front of him and finished it in one gulp. His pitch-black eyes landed on her face with a strange profoundness and unpredictability.

Murong Ling raised her eyebrows in surprise, the Prince Zhao today was a little unfathomable. However, she had no need to be afraid.

She picked up her wine cup, placed it on the tip of her nose and took a light sniff, then looked at Li Fuchen with a smile that was not a smile.

"Prince Zhao is too serious, we must guard against him."

Li Fuchen frowned, his gaze landed on her fingers, which were white and slender, with a clear set of teeth marks. He did not know what he was thinking, but his face immediately darkened.

"Eldest Sister-in-Law's personality has changed drastically today. Is she blaming this king?"

Murong Ling drank all the pear blossoms in her cup in one gulp, her face was tainted with an intoxicating red blush, and she chuckled lightly with phoenix eyes. "Prince Zhao, you're overthinking it."

His already devastatingly beautiful face now had another indolent, drunken look to it. His slightly hoarse and coquettish voice was even more captivating than the silk bamboo on the seats. Li Fuchen turned his head away in a sorry state, and his face flushed red from embarrassment.

Aren't you thinking too much?