Even the fourth brother never said such... unspeakable things to her. Dongfang Jing was stronger, but at that moment, her face was still as red as a boiled duck.
Murong Qianjue looked at the woman in front of him contentedly, and smiled softly.
Dongfang Jing was so angry that she was about to greet him with a kick.
Murong Qianjue didn't dodge either, he was forced to endure it again.
Dongfang Jing's eyes were not bad, and she quickly noticed the scratches on his chest. Her complexion couldn't help but changed, as if she had guessed something, she tentatively asked, "It's because of the heart attack, that's why you became like this, right?"
Right... and not right.
Murong Qianjue stared at her with eyes as bright as obsidian. After thinking for a long time, he nodded slightly, "En, thanks to you."
Those four simple words pierced Dongfang Jing's chest at once, and she couldn't utter the words that came to her lips. She wants to ask, Wuyou hates me, have you ever hated me. After thinking about it, is it necessary to ask such a question? Murong Qianjue's vile act of breaking up her and fourth brother was naturally not because he liked her, but because he simply didn't want fourth brother to fall in love with the wrong person, and simply didn't want her to feel better.
Dongfang Jing lowered her eyes and said nothing.
Murong Qianjue took the lead and walked towards the door of the secret room, glanced back at her, and said, "What are you still doing in a daze? Aren't you going to enter the palace?"
Dongfang Jing shook her head violently, and trotted to catch up.
When Murong Qianjue came out of the secret room, he did not leave Prince Gong's mansion directly, but entered Dongfang Jing's wing in the backyard.
Dongfang Jing wanted to stop her, but the other party's legs were so slender that one step already covered her by two. Not to mention blocking, she just ran all the way to keep up with difficulty.
When Murong Qianjue entered Dongfang Jing's room, he walked straight towards the closet, stretched out his long arms, and was about to open the door of the closet...
Dongfang Jing looked shocked, and rushed forward to stop her.
"Murong Qianjue, what are you doing?!" She looked at the man in front of her in horror, and carefully protected the wardrobe door.
"What is Master going to do, you can't see it?" Murong Qianjue stood with his hands behind his back, a full head taller than her, looking down at her like that, with an evil smile on his lips.
"I can't tell!" Dongfang Jing frowned, "This is my room, everything in this room is my personal stuff, you have no right to touch it!"
"Your master's concubine, what's yours is your master's, why don't you have the right to touch it?" Murong Qianjue asked back.
How could Dongfang Jing speak against him
She could only lock the door of the closet tightly and not let him open it. What's in this closet, she... She really can't tell.
Murong Qianjue raised his eyes and saw through her thoughts at a glance.
He leaned down suddenly, and an ambiguous warm breath brushed Dongfang Jing's face!
Dongfang Jing was startled, and with a flash of her figure, she managed to avoid his two thin lips. But also because of this, Murong Qianjue's big palm pushed her away easily with a little force, and then in front of her, he pulled open the door of the closet with a swipe—
"Murong Qianjue, you!" Dongfang Jing's heart froze, she was so angry that she could hardly speak, her face turned pale!
There is not any of her clothes in this closet, it is full of robes that she personally sewed for the fourth brother!