He knew why she said at that banquet that she was not Luo Qingchen, it should be because of Feng Qianche!
If the high-ranking prince likes someone who is already married and has been divorced, people will definitely talk about him behind his back.
This may be the best way to protect Feng Qianche.
Suddenly, she felt inexplicably jealous. Once upon a time, every focus and look in her eyes was for none other than him.
Rong Muling, Rong Muling, in this love that is so desolate to the core, did you do the right thing or the wrong thing...
He kept asking questions in his mind, his frown getting tighter and tighter.
"Do you care?" Luo Qingchen shrugged, nodded slightly, looked at the peach grove in the courtyard, curled her lips and said with a smile: "In the past three years, it seems that she has never talked to you face to face."
"She?" Rong Muling's eyebrows moved slightly, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.
She must be Luo Qingchen and there is no mistake, but why should she use 'she' instead of 'I'.
"It doesn't matter." Luo Qingchen shook her head and chuckled: "Rong Muling, you will definitely regret it, you will definitely regret it. In the days to come, you must not think of me, because you will never meet the second person. Two Luo Qingchen."
When the sound fell, she turned around without saying anything and saw Feng Qianche standing in the snow not far away.
He was holding a pure white coat in his hand, staring at him with a glimmer of light in his deep eyes.
Luo Qingchen looked at him, pursed her lips, and walked step by step in his direction with a spring-like smile.
At this moment, it seemed like it was the most important decision in her life, moving forward desperately towards the right person.
And the people behind her will be buried in her memory forever and will never be remembered again.
Feng Qianche watched her walk up to him, raised a faint smile and said, "I don't even remember to bring my coat when I go out. What should I do if it's freezing cold?"
His voice was very gentle, and as he spoke, he didn't forget to put on her coat.
After putting it on, she did not forget to jump up and down a few times, stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek: "Thank you, Your Highness!"
"It's time to change your words, Crown Princess." He raised his right hand slightly, pulled her messy hair over her ear and said, "Has that young lady from the Luo family ever called him husband before?"
Ever since he knew that Miss Luo was actually not the same person as her, he had a heart similar to gossip.
Occasionally, old things come up again, and I want to hear some stories about the relationship between Miss Luo and Rong Muling.
"Tsk tsk tsk—" Luo Qingchen smiled lightly, raised her eyes and said, "It turns out that our husband also likes to pry into other people's affairs!"
I saw him gently holding her waist with his right hand, curling his lips and saying with a smile: "I just saw regret in Rong Mu Ling's eyes."
Men always understand men better than women.
This morning, he knew that the person responsible for transplanting the peach trees had Rong Muling's name. He probably went to transplant the peach trees twenty miles away from Chang'an City, so he was responsible for transporting them to the East Palace.
He didn't stop him, but he couldn't help but want to take a look.
What would happen if they met, it turned out that his premonition was accurate.
They did meet...
He could see reluctance and regret in Rong Muling's eyes, and he could also see indifference and ease in Luo Qingchen's eyes.
Looking at this scene, he felt inexplicably happy.
Very happy very happy...
"She never called him husband." Luo Qingchen nodded slightly, looked at the peach blossoms everywhere and sighed: "Rong Muling never gave her a chance." (To be continued)