Chapter 1863 The Assassin Wife of the King of Nanzhao (44)

"Your Highness, since you know Qingchen's identity, how about we make a deal?" Mu Hanche frowned. Seeing them looking at each other, he felt really uncomfortable and interrupted the atmosphere directly.

"Speak--" Nan Yisheng said briefly and his tone was icy cold.

"I know your purpose of coming here very well. Although the poison was not given by Liang Ji, I can give you the antidote if you want it." Mu Hanche paused, his eyes lit up and he said, "She can't go with you anymore."

For some reason, it was obviously him who planned everything to send her back.

But when she really had to leave him, her heart would hurt so much...

She probably didn't know that he liked her so much.

"Okay." Nan Yisheng lowered his cold eyes and said, "I agree."

"Straightforward!" Mu Hanche raised his eyes and smiled confidently, and said, "I have prepared the antidote and the carriage. Since King Mu is poisoned, I will not keep His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

His slender fingertips trembled slightly, and the pain in his chest made him feel suffocated instantly.

But he knew that he had to hold on, no matter what. Some things he just needed to know. In his eyes, she was always just a child. She didn't need to know about the things between Nanzhao Kingdom and the Wu Clan, let alone take responsibility.

"Okay." He raised his clear eyes, wanting to look at Luo Qingchen again, but in the end he didn't do it.

He was afraid that if he looked at her one more time, he would rush forward and hug her desperately.

Then...all his previous efforts would be in vain...

Luo Qingchen stood there waiting, waiting for him to say that he didn't make this deal, waiting for him to say that he only wanted his Crown Princess.

But he said one word so indifferently: Okay.

Without any retention or reluctance, he was calm and composed as if they had never been married, never had a wedding night, and never had those happy days.

He just walked away on the snow without even looking back.

"You understand now!" Mu Hanche gently lifted her chin with his right hand, letting her look at him, and said word by word: "If you were not a saint, he would never choose you. I am saving you, you know..."

"I don't need you to save me." Luo Qingchen raised his right hand and knocked his right hand away heavily. She lowered her cold eyes and smiled softly: "I don't want him to stay, but I just want him to leave safely."

"Luo Qingchen you..." Mu Hanche's eyes were bloodshot with anger, his hands were clenched tightly, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Do you think I will let him leave safely?"

He was so angry that he called her name directly.

The one who had only him in her eyes since she was a child, and his figure was the place where her eyes stayed. But now she kept saying that she stayed with him just to protect another man.

"Mu Hanche, you went back on your word!" Luo Qingchen was obviously shocked, and the sadness in her heart just now disappeared instantly.

At this moment, she had only one thought in her mind: Nan Yisheng, Nan Yisheng, Nan Yisheng.

"What I traded was just to give him the antidote, which doesn't mean I want him to leave." He snorted coldly, looked at her with murderous intent in his eyes and asked: "Do you think his peerless martial arts can break through my thousand guards?"

At this time, Mu Hanche was absolutely confident that if he wanted one person to die, that person would not be able to live.

"He can!" Luo Qingchen raised her eyes coldly, looked at him and said: "Because he has me."