Chun Xing's pleading did not receive any pity from Dongfang Lan. Although Madam Qing wanted to help Chun Xing, the Empress Dowager had ordered her to be taken away. Not long after, someone reported that Chun Xing had been beaten to death.
"Bury him!" Dongfang Lan twirled the prayer beads in her hand with her head lowered. She waited for a long time until Madam Qing came in and nodded at Dongfang Lan. Only then did she let out a sigh of relief.
"Is the child alright? Did you manage to fool them? "
"It's just a superficial wound. I'll be fine after some rest. How did the Empress Dowager know that there are people from the Emperor in our Jinxuan Palace? "
"Haha, all lands under the heavens belong to the King, and all those who live by the King's land belong to the King. This world belongs to His Majesty, not to mention the palace! " The prayer beads in Dongfang Lan's hand paused. "Aunt Qing, take care of Chun Xing personally. Don't let anyone discover her. After this matter is over, I will personally ask her about the Eternal Autumn Palace! "
In the Imperial Study, Jing De whispered a few words into Wanyan Lie's ear. Wanyan Lie put down the red scroll in his hand, "Oh? Did the Empress Dowager personally execute Spring Apricot? Did I see wrongly? Are you sure she's dead? "
"Replying to Your Majesty, he's dead. He's breathless."
"That's great! Haha, I didn't expect this girl to have such a fiery temper. She actually reported it to the Empress Dowager … "
"Your Majesty, although the Empress Dowager is not your birth mother, she has always been good to you! Moreover, she never asks about the affairs of the palace. "Hearing Jing De's words, Wanyan Lie smiled." Yes, Imperial Mother is indeed not bad. "
With Wanyan Lie's words, the matter of Chun Xing was forgotten. No one would remember that there was such a palace maid in Changqiu Palace, and no one would say anything about the Empress Dowager beating a palace maid to death …
Murong Qiqi's identity was revealed to the public, and surprisingly, there were no rumors or news that was detrimental to her. Instead, the public opinion was more focused on Li Qiushui's misdeeds. For a time, the battle of Yandang Mountain fifteen years ago was once again being stirred up, and more people began to investigate the deeper reason behind Feng Xie's defeat. Of course, all of this was because of the culprit behind all of this, Feng Cang.
Inside Tingsong Tower, Murong Qiqi was lazily lying in Feng Cang's embrace. She found a comfortable position to lie down like a lazy cat.
Even though Murong Qiqi had been through a lot of pain, she felt as if the clouds had parted and the moon had come into view after learning Feng Cang's true identity. Her mood immediately brightened up, and she was in a good mood after earning so much money from the gambling den. She kept humming a tune.
Compared to Murong Qiqi, Feng Cang was more worried about Wanyan Lie's motive for bestowing the Everautumn Palace to Murong Qiqi. Especially in the great hall, the way Longze Jingtian and Wanyan Hong looked at Murong Qiqi with such blatant possessiveness made him feel rather displeased. He really wanted to dig out their eyes!
"Your Highness, what's wrong?" Seeing that Feng Cang was silent for a long time, Murong Qiqi raised her head and pinched Feng Cang's chin. "What are you thinking?"
"Qingqing —" Feng Cang held Murong Qiqi's hand and bit her finger. "I'm worried …"
"Worried?" Murong Qiqi's expression immediately turned solemn. She sat up and looked at Feng Cang. "What happened?"
Murong Qiqi's nervous expression made Feng Cang feel much better. Reaching out, he brushed aside the hair on Murong Qiqi's forehead and touched the blood-red cinnabar mole between her eyebrows. "Qingqing, you're so beautiful. I'm worried that more and more people will come out to snatch you from me —"
Murong Qiqi giggled at Feng Cang's subtle jealousy. She had been wondering what it was, but it turned out to be this. "Your Highness, I only have you in my heart, not him!"
After saying that, Murong Qiqi left Feng Cang's embrace and stepped onto the ground. She picked up a small drum and lightly slapped it with her small hands. Then, she tapped her toes on the ground and danced to the beat of the drum. She twisted her shoulders and waist and hooked her fingers at Feng Cang.
"I only have you in my heart, not him. You must believe that my feelings are real. My eyes are for you to see, my eyebrows are drawn for you, and never for him. I only have you in my heart, not him. You must believe that my feelings are real. Only you are my dream. Only you can make me worry. He is not in my heart.
"Ever since I sent you home that night, I've been cursing myself from time to time. I can only blame myself for not making you stay and digging out your heart so that you can understand that I have him in my heart."
Unlike the songs Murong Qiqi had sung before, this song had a strong rhythm. She followed the rhythm, twisting her waist and throwing Feng Cang a seductive look from time to time. Feng Cang's heart thumped furiously.
This passionate woman's face was radiant like moonlight. Her eyes had regained their usual confidence and were filled with intense love. The song that came out of her mouth was full of passion and vitality. Feng Cang had never heard such a strange tune, but it was a catchy song.
In the end, Murong Qiqi flipped over and jumped into Feng Cang's arms. She looked into his eyes seriously. "Only you are my dream. Only you can make me worry. He is not in my heart."
Murong Qiqi's way of confessing was novel and unique. Furthermore, the words of love in the lyrics were so direct that they expressed her inner feelings. Feng Cang's previous worries were all swept away. This little woman really made one fall in love with her! He couldn't help but fall in love with her!
"I only have you in my heart, Qingqing!"
To hell with Longze Jingtian and Wanyan Hong. As long as the person in Murong Qiqi's heart was him, as long as Murong Qiqi persevered, why did he have to worry about those things? A good woman would naturally have pursuers. But Murong Qiqi was his woman. He had to get rid of all those flies! If she didn't, he would have to ask if he was going to let go of his knife!
Because of Murong Qiqi's song, "Only You in My Heart, Not Him", the hearts of these two young people were even closer. Seeing the woman he had been thinking of day and night right in front of him, blinking her doe-like eyes, Feng Cang's restless heart began to stir. If possible, he really wanted to push Murong Qiqi down as soon as possible!
"Qingqing —" Feng Cang swallowed hard. "If, I mean if … if my identity is still Feng Cang, the Southern Lin King, and you are Feng Qiqi, how are we going to continue?"
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