攻略偏执狂[快穿]

Cannon Fodder Princess

　　Chu Mo still stood where he was, watching the woman's back as she left.

　　The secret guard who had been following him since Dayan also glanced at the woman with complicated eyes: "Your Majesty..."

　　Chu Mo came back to his senses, looked stern, turned around and walked into the mansion quickly.

　　The servants had already prepared dinner, and the table was full of delicacies on jade plates, but the surroundings were empty, with not a single person in sight and no sign of people.

　　Chu Mo frowned: "Where is Miss Jiang?"

　　The servant hurriedly knelt down and said, "Miss Jiang said she was unwell and had already rested after dinner in the room."

　　Feeling unwell.

　　When Chu Mo heard these words, he knew it was an excuse, but somehow he didn't even bother to expose it.

　　All the way from Dayan to Wei, the soldiers and horses surrounded the palace with thunderous force, seizing power. Everything was settled in a matter of seconds. Those palace officials who had humiliated him had their tongues pulled out one by one, and several families The princes and princes should also be deposed and sealed, and those who should be killed should be killed.

　　A group of people were kneeling on the ground begging, which should have been refreshing, but it was upsetting to hear.

　　He finally sat at the table and looked at the delicacies in front of him. This seemed to be the first time in a while that he had sat down to eat a real meal.

　　But the spleen and stomach couldn't help feeling greasy.

　　"Is it not to your liking?" A female voice from across the street asked him with worried eyes.

　　Chu Mo looked up suddenly.

　　There was no one in sight.

　　Chu Mo frowned, it was just an illusion.

　　He sneered and was thinking about something else.

　　He lowered his eyes and ate his dinner alone, but the more he ate, the more he felt his heart aching.

　　Finally, he placed the bowls and chopsticks on the table with a "pop" sound.

　　The servant at the door knelt on the ground.

　　Chu Mo said nothing and walked out alone.

　　The guest room where Jiang Rongrong was located was already dark, and there would never be a light waiting for him.

　　Chu Mo stared at the darkness, slowly turned around and went to the study for a long time.

　　There is no soft couch next to the desk, nor the low table that is always filled with pastries, nor the person sitting on it reading a storybook.

　　He hated sweetness, but every time the woman who was reading the storybook would take a pastry and put it to his mouth. He was disgusted at first, but later, he gradually got used to it.

　　"Knock, knock," there were two knocks on the door.

　　Chu Mo lowered his eyes and focused, his expression instantly as usual.

　　Someone pushed the door open and came in, holding a lunch box in his hand. He placed the lunch box on the desk and took out the food inside. The dishes were light.

　　Chu Mo's eyes froze, and his breathing froze as he looked at the dishes.

　　"Your Majesty didn't have anything to eat for dinner, so my subordinates ordered someone to make some light food." came the voice of the secret guard.