The Crown Princess is unparalleled in beauty ( Mtl

38

Chapter 38

　　After the death of her mother, her younger sister Lu Ling became increasingly frail and began to live in Taoist temples for long periods of time. Zhao De followed her and took care of her quietly.

　　After getting along for several years, the two have become increasingly close. Although they are masters and servants, they are actually family members.

　　Lu Ji looked at this person who had a very close relationship with their siblings for a long time, feeling complicated and unspeakable.

　　Zhao De waited for a long time, but no man called him. He was feeling uneasy, but the next moment he was shocked by his words and froze on the spot.

　　"Where is my mother's suicide note now?"

　　Lu Ji's tone was cold and his expression was solemn.

　　Zhao De's face twitched.

　　He first looked around subconsciously and felt relieved when he saw that the window lattice was tightly closed and that he and His Highness were the only two people in the study.

　　"Your Highness, do you know?"

　　To Lu Ji's expectation, Zhao De readily admitted it.

　　A relieved smile appeared on his face, and his plump white face showed relief. Because he carries secrets with him, Zhao De's heart is always heavy, and sometimes he can't sleep well at night.

　　Now that His Majesty had learned about the "suicide note", he felt that he had no reason to hide it any longer.

　　In Lu Ji's sight, Zhao De put his right hand into his arms and took out a piece of paper.

　　Perhaps because I read it frequently, the corners of the paper are slightly warped and the color is also burnt yellow.

　　Lu Ji took a closer look.

　　He looked at it at a glance, and the breath all over his body became colder and colder. When he read the last sentence, his eyes were already filled with chills.

　　His temperament is as cold as iron.

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　　Xueqing Palace.

　　The bright yellow curtain hangs low, the auspicious animals in the smoke cage exhale the fragrance, and the smoke rises slowly, creating a hazy warmth.

　　On the bed, Yu Heng's long eyelashes moved slightly, and he slowly woke up.

　　Looking down, the man's big hands were holding her slender waist, making it difficult to move.

　　She struggled hard, but the strength on her waist became tighter and tighter.

　　"Heng'er is awake? Why don't you sleep more?" A man's somewhat satisfied voice sounded from above her head.

　　After a moment of joy, Lu Xuanjing felt refreshed, like a well-fed big cat.

　　His narrow eyes were fixed on the red lips of the woman in front of him, and he tilted his head to kiss her.

　　Yu Heng accepted it obediently, as weak as a vine. Her shiny arms naturally rested on the man's neck, her starry eyes narrowed slightly.

　　"Why are you so well-behaved today? It doesn't look like you anymore." Lu Xuanjing looked down at her, feeling very good.

　　Yu Heng smiled slightly, did not reply to him, gave him a gentle push on the chest and abdomen, put on his shoes and went to bed.

　　A beautiful face is reflected in the gilt bronze mirror.