Chapter 1862
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She didn't know how to face Nan Yisheng when she returned to Muxue Hall.
She didn't seem so sad, but her mood was so low.
The candlelight in the hall swayed gently. He had left a lamp on, as if waiting for her to come home.
Suddenly, Luo Qingchen felt that she seemed to understand Nan Yisheng a little bit. He wasn't as peaceful as she thought. Those deepest secrets were always hidden in his heart, and he didn't tell anyone.
"You're back." He stood with his hands clasped behind his back under the candlelight. His clothes were as white as snow. He seemed to be waiting for something, and also seemed to be afraid of something.
A faint uneasiness came from the bottom of his heart. He looked at her face and frowned slightly.
"Yes." She responded faintly and walked towards the light step by step.
Nan Yisheng looked into her eyes and narrowed them slightly. Looking at her deep eyes, he knew that she knew everything she should know.
"You …"
"I have a few questions to ask you." Her voice was cold and deliberately estranged. Nan Yisheng could tell at once.
"Ask away." He looked at her eyebrows. Under the candlelight, her clear eyes looked so beautiful.
His heart was slightly startled. Under his strong heart was an incomparably fragile heart that only he knew.
"You know that I'm the Saint of the Wu people, right?" Her voice was faint. The moment she raised her eyes, there was a touch of Liguang in them.
"Yes."
"You know that I'm Luo Qingchen, right?"
"Yes."
"Prince Nan agreed to let me marry you because of my identity, right?"
"Yes."
"Nan Yisheng, you really know everything," Luo Qingchen closed her eyes, her right hand trembling. The corners of her mouth unconsciously curved into a self-deprecating smile.
So this was the reason why his favorability was stuck at 50%. It turned out that she had never entered his heart.
"Qingchen –" He said softly, as if he wanted to explain something. But all the words were stuck in his throat. He couldn't say a word.
In an instant, the candlelight flickered and the entire Mu Xue Palace fell into darkness.
The window behind her was smashed with a bang, and a man in a black night suit attacked Luo Qingchen.
She could have dodged, but she didn't …
In the blink of an eye, a figure in snow-white clothes appeared in front of her. The figure quickly grabbed the sword in the assassin's hand and slit the assassin's throat.
He looked up with a cold gaze and said softly, "Who is it?"
"King Mu has arrived!"
The door opened and Mu Hanche, who was dressed in a black robe, stood outside the door. He looked at her with a faint dark light in his eyes and said, "It's time to go home."
It was time to go home!
It was time to go home!
It was time to go home!
If the original owner could hear these words, she would be so moved.
Unfortunately, she would no longer be able to hear it … She had never regretted falling in love with Mu Hanche, even if this man was cold to the point of despair.
Nan Yi Sheng was surprised. Seeing Luo Qing Chen's calm as water eyes, he instantly understood the meaning of the assassin that had just appeared.
But so what? Even if he knew, even if time came again, he would still choose her.
Because he couldn't … let her suffer any harm …
"I still have one last question." She turned around, her eyes flickering with a faint mist. She pursed her lips and said, "You know that I'm an assassin from the Mu Empire, right?"
"Yes."
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