Chapter 1862 The Assassin Wife of the King of Nanzhao (43)

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She didn't know that she had returned to Muxue Palace, and she didn't even know how to face Nan Yisheng.

For her, it didn't seem so sad, but her mood was so low.

The candlelight in the palace flickered slightly, and he left a light on, as if waiting for her to go home.

Suddenly, Luo Qingchen felt that he seemed to understand Nan Yisheng a little. He was actually not as peaceful as imagined. Those deepest secrets were always hidden in his heart and not told to outsiders.

"I'm back." He stood with his hands behind his back, standing under the candlelight, dressed in white like snow, as if waiting for something, and seemed to be afraid of something.

A vague uneasiness came from the bottom of his heart. He looked at her eyebrows and frowned slightly.

"Yeah." She responded lightly and walked forward step by step in the direction of the light.

Nan Yisheng looked into her eyes, squinted slightly, and knew from her deep eyes that she knew everything she should know.

"You..."

"I have a few questions for you." Her tone was cold, and Nan Yisheng could hear the deliberately distant tone at once.

"Ask." He looked at her eyebrows, and her clear eyes looked so beautiful under the candlelight.

He was slightly startled in his heart. Under his strong heart was an extremely fragile heart that only he knew.

"You know I am the saint of the witch clan, right?" She said in a faint tone, and there was a faint light in her eyes when she raised her eyes.

"Yes."

"You know my name is Luo Qingchen, right?"

"Yes."

"King Nan agreed to marry me because of my identity, right?"

"Yes."

"Nan Yisheng, you really know everything." Luo Qingchen closed his eyes and his right hand trembled slightly, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously drew a self-deprecating smile.

It turned out that this was the reason why the favorability had not remained at 50%. It turned out that she had never entered his heart.

"Qingchen--" He whispered to her, as if he wanted to explain something. But all the words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.

In an instant, the candlelight flickered, and the entire Mu Xue Palace fell into darkness.

The window behind him was smashed with a bang, and a man in a black night suit attacked in the direction of Luo Qingchen.

She could hide, but she didn't hide...

In a flash, a figure in white clothes stood in front of her, and quickly took down the long sword in the assassin's hand, and the sword was just a millimeter away.

He looked up with a cold look, and said with thin lips: "Who?"

"The King of Mu is here--"

The door was opened, and Mu Hanche stood outside the door in a black robe, looking at her with a faint dark light in his eyes and said: "It's time to go home."

It's time to go home!

It's time to go home!

It's time to go home!

If the original owner could hear these four words, how moved she would be.

Unfortunately, she could no longer hear... She had never regretted falling in love with Mu Hanche, even though this man was so cold and indifferent.

Nan Yisheng was stunned, looking at Luo Qingchen's calm eyes, and instantly understood what the assassin who appeared just now meant.

But so what? Even if he knew, even if time came again, he would still save her.

Because he couldn't... let her get hurt in any way...

"I have one last question." She turned around with a faint mist in her eyes, pursed her lips and said: "You know the assassin of my Mu country, right?"

"Yes."

The cold wind blew outside the window, and the heavy snow blew into the Mu Xue Palace. They just stared at each other, as if looking at each other for one more year would be ten thousand years.