C112 Part2

....

The plan was well planned, but the Royal King hid in the Study Room and refused to see her.

'What should I do?

Is he really negotiating important matters with the Prince Brother?

No way! I was the one who took him to the Royal Palace to begin with, so what important matters would there be!'

"Prince Brother, Elder Brother, this Princess brought tea and cakes but the guard refuses to let me in."

She shouted, hoping that the Prince Brother would help her.

However, how could she imagine that the Prince Brother would not open the door at all.

Murong Ci heard Zhaohua's cry, but because once the door was opened, Murong Shi would also stick to her like a tick, and wouldn't be shaken off, she couldn't do anything, and pretended not to hear her, sitting in a daze.

'Do you want to stay in here forever?

Is there nothing I can do about this?

How boring!'

She looked at Murong Yu secretly:

He was relaxed, sitting there reading a book, and even if a mountain or the sky collapsed, he'd remain motionless, ignoring the disturbances outside.

His cold snow face was as white and crystal clear, like a white porcelain produced in a famous kiln, and his thin lips were light red, like a light red snow lotus swaying among a snowfield, so beautiful, lonely and arrogant.

The bushy long eyelashes hang slightly, like a curtain of raven green, covering up secret thoughts.

She woke up suddenly and moved her eyes away, so embarrassed that she was fascinated by his beauty.

'It shouldn't be!

By the way, I almost forgot that important thing!'

"Prince Regent, didn't you say that you would give me a copy of the important secrets of the Military Supervisor Facility?"

Murong Ci silently speculated whether he forgot it since he didn't mention it anymore.

"Since Your Highness came all the way to the Study Room, why don't you make a copy of it yourself?"

Murong Yu stood up and, not sure where he touched exactly, he moved away a delicate and perfect ivory sculpture on the fifth grid on the third row of the frame, revealing a small hidden grid.

He took out a yellowish book from the secret crypt and handed it to her.

Murong Ci took it politely, opened it and looked through it page by page, and couldn't help but think of it:

'Is this real? Or would he secretly make a fake for her?'

Yes, she couldn't believe him at all, even if he had said such fascinating and charming words.

"His Royal Highness is worried that this is a fake?"

Murong Yu raised his sword-like eyebrows slightly.

"How can this Prince suspect the Prince Regent?"

Murong Ci smiled lightly.

"If you don't want to give it to me, just refuse, why bother to fool me with a fake?"

He could see that she smiled insincerely, but he believed that she would know his intentions in the future.

There was no movement outside, so maybe Murong Chang and Murong Shi gave up and left.

Murong Ci sat in front of the desk and began to copy.

'Even if it's a fake, copy it down regardless.'

Murong Yu sat aside, looking away from the book from time to time, to see her concentration.

Her drooping little face was white and snowy, like a viburnum blooming in the gleam of light before dawn, as graceful as the natural beauty of ice and Jade.

His heart trembled suddenly.

He remembered the intimate and affectionate scenes of them being together. Perhaps one day, such beautiful and warm scenes, and deep feeling will become the portrayal of their lives.

....

————————————

END of CHAPTER 112 PART 2

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