Chapter 1190 Why Do You Always Cry?

Leng Rushuang had no choice but to stand up and clear the dishes.

Zhao Shu glanced at her and said, "Rushuang, what happened this time is Yuan He's fault. I have already taught him a lesson for you."

"It's not a big deal." Leng Rushuang didn't care, "He really didn't make it difficult for me, except not letting me leave."

"I'll give you something good to eat and drink, and you can endure him locking you all the way? I think you are seriously ill."

"...When you say nice things, I start to feel a little miserable."

Zhao Shu stood up and softened his tone, "Go back and go to bed early. We have to get up early tomorrow to rush back to Kyoto."

Leng Rushuang saw the tired look on his face and couldn't help but ask: "Your Majesty, are you coming all the way here because you are worried about me?"

"no."

"..."

"The emperor was poisoned by Yao Shuibi. Yao Shuibi is your junior sister. Only you can cure her poison." Zhao Shu said.

Leng Rushuang curled her lips and murmured in a low voice: "If you weren't in a hurry to detoxify your emperor's nephew, wouldn't you care at all how long I have been missing?"

Zhao Shu looked at her: "Rushuang, with your ability, if you really want to leave, Yuanhe may not be able to keep you."

"It's my business that I'm capable. You can't stop worrying about me just because of this."

"You stay with Yuan He just to see if I am worried about you?"

"Of course not." Leng Rushuang immediately denied, "I'm just a little tired of staying in Kyoto. Since he provided carriages, horses, food and accommodation, I will go out for a walk."

"Have you walked enough?"

"enough."

"Then go back to Beijing." Zhao Shu raised his chin and said, "Go back to bed."

Leng Rushuang had no choice but to walk out.

The door clicked shut behind him.

Leng Rushuang looked back at the closed door, snorted, and walked towards her room.

When passing by the door of Zhao Yuanhe's room, she heard a low cry coming from inside, so she stopped and looked over curiously.

Although she couldn't see it, she could still hear it was Princess Yi Liangwan's voice.

Leng Rushuang put her eyes to the crack of the door and looked inside.

They saw Tao Wan squatting on the ground crying, and Zhao Yuanhe standing in front of her with a frown.

"Liu Wan, why do you always cry?"

"I don't dare..." Tao Wan's eyes were red and she was sobbing, "I will change clothes for the prince right now."

Zhao Yuanhe stood still and did not move.

He said quietly: "If you are not willing to follow me, I will not force you. After all, I am just a blind man. Not only can I not take care of you, I also need you to serve me."

Tao Wan lowered his head and whispered: "It is my duty to serve the prince."

Zhao Yuanhe took off his clothes, lay on the bed, patted the place next to him, and said, "Come here."

Liang Wan shrank, but still walked over and lay beside him meekly.

Leng Rushuang was embarrassed to look any further and quickly withdrew her gaze to leave.

But a voice soon came from inside.

Although Leng Rushuang was still a girl waiting to be married, she also knew what the sound was.

Her face turned red and she quickly walked away.

In the house, Liang Wan's low crying never stopped.

Early the next morning, Leng Rushuang got up early and was about to go down to eat something. He happened to meet Liang Wan coming out with a basin, his head lowered and his eyebrows lowered.

"Princess Yi." Leng Rushuang greeted with a smile.

Liang Wan nodded and said nothing.

Leng Rushuang caught a glimpse of a bruise on her wrist exposed outside her sleeve.

She was a little surprised, so she reached out to pull her arm and rolled up her sleeves.