Chapter 3089
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"Tan 'er —" In the next second, Murong Yu called out her name. His lips curved into a faint smile as he said, "Don't leave tonight."
She abruptly turned around. Apart from shock, there was also pleasant surprise in her eyes.
It had been so long, and Murong Yu had so many women by his side. Finally … it was finally her turn.
She could endure her heartache and ignore the fact that he had multiple wives. As long as she could stay by his side, everything would be worth it.
Drip, drip, drip, drip —
It seemed to be drizzling outside the window as Murong Yu crudely faced Song Tan on the bed.
Even if this was her first time, he didn't feel the slightest bit of pity.
This was him. He only cared about his own rights. To him, women were nothing more than tools.
Aside from working for him, they were only there to satisfy his desires.
But for a man like him, no matter how history changed, there would always be a woman willing to sacrifice herself for him.
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The next morning.
Song Tan's face was pale and her eyes were closed. The bed was a mess.
Qing Song knocked on the door and walked in. He didn't seem surprised to see such a scene.
"What's the matter?" Murong Yu asked as he put on his clothes. "From your expression, it seems like something big has happened."
Qing Song nodded and said with a heavy expression, "His Highness is seriously ill. Your Highness, quickly enter the palace."
"What?" Murong Yu was surprised at first, but then he laughed out loud. "Hahaha, it seems like the east wind has come quickly!"
"Yes, Your Highness." Qing Song continued, "General Ding Sheng has decided to help Your Highness. Although his wife is from Sai Xue Nation, he must've held a grudge against the crown prince."
"Why?"
"In reply to Your Highness." Qing Song explained, "Back then, the crown prince was the one who stationed him outside the city and prevented him from leading troops into battle."
"That should've happened many years ago." Murong Yu sneered. "It seems that old general is quite the vengeful one."
"Perhaps it's because he's holding a grudge that we're able to take advantage of this opportunity." Qing Song glanced at Song Tan on the bed and said, "Your Highness, you have to hurry."
"Don't worry. This prince will never be tied down by a woman." Murong Yu shrugged. "I'll enter the palace now."
It was snowing in December, and the entire Forbidden City was wailing.
Luo Qingchen stood beside Murong Ci, her clear eyes carrying a faint Liguang.
This game within a game, a scheme within a scheme, had finally come to an end.
They had fought so many times in the open and in the dark, and it was finally time for a conclusion.
It was snowing outside the hall while the imperial physician was treating Prince Mu.
In order to prevent Prince Mu from catching a cold, many Wangye and Wangfei waited outside and did not enter.
Except for Murong Yu …
"Lord Father!" Murong Yu rushed into the inner palace through the snow. Bei Hong's voice suddenly rang out as he knelt on the ground, "Father … why? Why don't you open your eyes and look at your son, Father? "
"Reporting to Your Highness, King Mu is currently very weak." The imperial physician said from the side, "Your Highness, please don't be too agitated. Also, make sure to close all the doors and windows to prevent Prince Mu from catching a cold again."
"Yes, yes, yes. The imperial physician's words are reasonable." Murong Yu said as he walked towards the door.
In the next second, he opened the door that the palace maid had closed. The snow instantly blew in, and the cold wind was bone-chilling.
"Eighth Prince … you … what are you doing …"
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