C39 Part3

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In the Palace, only Princess Zhaohua called Murong Ci "Brother".

In the blink of an eye, Murong Chang rushed breathlessly into the Hall, blowing the air like a gust of wind.

Because of her rush, she was breathing heavily and her beautiful peach cheeks were red.

"Prince Brother, Prince Regent ..."

She stared at Murong Yu, and suddenly felt that she was so reckless, so she bowed her head shyly, and the pink color of her soft cheeks became deeper.

Murong Ci knowingly asked:

"Princess Sister, you came here in a hurry...Is there anything you're here for in particular?"

'How can I not know Zhaohua's mind...?'

When Zhaohua learned that Murong Yu had come to the East Palace to "visit the injured" Prince Brother, she also rushed along happily, just to be "technically" with him under the same roof.

"I heard... that the Prince Brother was almost assassinated and got injured.

This Sister of Yours came to visit the Prince Brother as soon as I heard it..."

Murong Chang's obsessive gaze finally moved away from Murong Yu, and she looked now calm, putting on the Royal Princess' dignified and noble style.

She asked softly,

"Prince Brother, is your injury okay?"

"This Prince is okay."

Murong Ci smiled slightly.

"It smells so good.

Prince Brother, this Princess hasn't eaten yet, can I eat together?"

Murong Chang asked politely.

If it were the past, she would have sat down unceremoniously.

Now that Murong Yu was there, she would naturally assume the image of a reserved noble, generous and decent Princess.

When Shen Zhiyan saw her talking like that, with her coquettish gaze swung towards the Prince Regent, he guessed something.

Murong Ci nodded in reply helplessly.

Meanwhile Murong Yu was eating leisurely, graceful and charming, as if everything that happened around him had no effect on him.

Murong Chang sat beside him, and the Palace people quickly added a bowl of rice and a pair of silver chopsticks for her.

Murong Ci and Shen Zhiyan looked at each other, and they understood each other's thoughts.

Although Murong Yu did not look at them directly, he swept away from the corner of his eyes and saw their eyes interaction.

For some reason, he suddenly felt that these meals tasted like chewing wax.

Murong Chang's gaze was basically attached on his face, just like sticky brown sugar.

He was the only one reflecting in her beautiful eyes, and she was completely immersed in her stares that she forgot to even start eating.

"Prince Regent, who was the assassin who tried to assassinate the Prince Brother?"

She asked softly, with her voice soft enough to drip on the floor.

"The Princess should ask Your Prince Brother instead."

Murong Yu replied indifferently, with his voice as deep and mellow as ever.

Based on her reaction, she seemed to have heard his charming voice for the first time.

Her beautiful eyes resembling the stars in the night sky, were shining, and a pink blush appeared again on her cheeks.

Murong Ci and Shen Zhiyan looked at each other again speechlessly.

'Shouldn't this question be asked directly to the person?'

"Prince Regent, why did that assassin tried to assassinate the Prince Brother?"

Murong Chang blinked her beautiful watery eyes and smiled too sweetly.

Murong Ci and Shen Zhiyan's lips twitched wildly, and then they continued eating rice in silence.

Murong Yu did not answer this time, but his slender fingers picked up the white porcelain bowl and he drunk the remaining soup.

"Prince Regent, the assassin tried to assassinate the Prince Brother.

But I thought the Palace was a safe and peaceful place?

Will there be trouble in this Princess' South Palace, the Jinghong Hall, too ?

Will there be assassins also coming to assassinate in the main Palace?"

Murong Chang's long eyelashes curled up like butterfly wings, swinging softly, up and down repeatedly.

"It's dark now, can the Prince Regent send this Princess back to the Jinghong Hall later?"

"This King will send a few more guards later, to escort the Princess back."

Murong Yu was unmoved and impassible, with his beautiful and handsome face like a snowy plum blossoming in the dimly darkened snow.

"Oh, this beans soup is my favorite.

Prince Regent, try some more."

She took Murong Yu's white porcelain bowl, poured all the remaining beans soup into the bowl, and then handed it to him, smiling brightly,

"Prince Regent, here you are."

Murong Yu took the white porcelain bowl, but stood up and placed it in front of Murong Ci and said:

"Since Your Royal Highness ate less than others, you should eat this."

Shen Zhiyan scratched his nose with his index finger in shock, and Murong Ci calmly said,

"This Prince is already full.

Princess Sister, why don't you eat it instead? It's your favorite after all."

'The bowl from which Murong Yu has eaten?

Only a ghost would eat from it!'

Murong Chang's pretty face filled with sweet smiles finally changed a little, pursing her red lips, quite unhappy.

'This Princess gave him my heart, and he gave it to others!?'

Even if that "other" was her own Brother, it wouldn't work for her!

However, for the sake of the Prince Brother and her integrity as an honorable Princess, she didn't show it!

'Besides, this is the bowl that the Regent has used, and it has his saliva on it, so wouldn't it be good for me after all?'

Thinking of this, she picked up the white porcelain bowl and ate the beans soup in small sips, as if this was the best delicacy in the world, a thousand-year-old dew bestowed by the fairy world.

One must carefully taste them and enjoy the aftertaste in order to live up to it.

Shen Zhiyan lowered his head unbearably, ignoring her exaggerated performance.

Murong Ci held her forehead speechlessly, and suddenly felt that a thorn came from the opposite side.

She quietly lifted her eyes and saw Murong Yu's eyes, piercing her forehead like a sharp sword.

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END of CHAPTER 39 PART 3

.....................to be continued