For Luo Yu, Feng Xiner always comes first. So even if Feng Ling'er's reputation was so bad, he was willing to keep her in the palace.
But this does not mean that she has any supreme status. She looked so proud, indulgent, and aloof just now. I really don’t know who gave her the courage
"Why are you still standing there!" Luo Yu gave an order: "Take her down."
"yes!"
Luo Qingchen didn't know how it all ended. She only knew that she felt the power of her father for the first time!
There is a kind of grievance that I suffered a long time ago, and it is all returned at this moment!
Luo Qingchen was about to stand up and flatter her father, but Luo Yu spoke first.
After seeing Feng Ling'er being taken down, he immediately helped her up and said, "How about it! Your father, please show off and be handsome for you!"
Luo Qingchen was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and said, "So you are such a dad!"
"That's right! Your mother-in-law likes me like this!" Luo Yu whispered in her ear: "Dad thinks that Prince Murong is exactly the same as me when I was young."
"Same as what?"
"Infatuation!"
"Pfft—" Luo Qingchen couldn't help but laugh and said, "How can anyone praise themselves like this!"
"Your father never liked anyone after he met your mother back then! Qing'er has to believe in his father's vision!" Luo Yu said while looking at Mo Ye who was standing beside him: "Otherwise you can Ask Mr. Mo, he was a destiny master before he entered the palace!"
Mo Ye frowned lightly, and his deep eyes had a faint light. He looked at Murong Nan with half-squinted eyes, and after counting with his slender fingertips, he unconsciously raised a smile at the corner of his mouth and said, "I wonder who Hua Shang is from Prince Murong?"
At this moment, Murong Nan's cheeks instantly turned pale. He seemed to be trapped in extremely painful memories, and his bright eyes suddenly became dim.
"Hua Shang..." Luo Qingchen glanced sideways at Murong Nan. She wanted to say something but stopped talking.
He was a little flustered and his eyes kept trembling. Luo Qingchen was very confused and wanted to ask, but he spoke first.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." He said sorry three times in a row, saluted Luo Yu, then turned and left.
"Eh-"
Luo Qingchen wanted to call him out, but Murong Nan's brother stopped him.
"Princess, please leave him alone for a while!" Murong Bei shook his head and sighed softly: "Presumably this destiny master already knows."
"The things of destiny are not calculated so accurately by living people." Mo Ye responded politely: "Because things in the world are impermanent. As long as you are alive, there are variables. Only the dead can calculate the things of life."
"Ahem..." Luo Qingchen cleared his throat and said, "It turns out that Mr. Mo Ye is so powerful! A person who can predict destiny has become a winemaker at all costs. It's really a disgrace to his talent..."
"Princess… "
Mo Ye could tell that the tone in Luo Qingchen's mouth was filled with anger and displeasure.
"The anger hasn't gone away yet!" Luo Qingchen folded her arms and said, "If you prepare a jar of good wine and tell me about Hua Chang carefully, maybe this princess will stop being angry!"
"Mo Ye, you have made the princess angry!" Luo Yu glanced at him and said, "This is the most precious princess in my family. Her mother and I are the only princess. You must not bully her!"
"I know it's my fault—" Mo Ye cupped his hands and said, "It's too cold, so the princess can go back to Shiguang Palace first, and I'll be there soon." (To be continued)