Yunyan Pavilion.

"Muxiang, you are not needed to serve here, please leave." Meng Youning took the teacup from Muxiang's hand.

She rested one hand on the table, her body slightly tilted, and held the teacup in the other hand.

He held the teacup high and looked carefully at the patterns on it.

Muxiang, who was standing behind her, tried to reach out her hand several times, but every time she was about to touch the teacup, she suddenly retracted her hand.

Mu Xiang looked worried, leaned forward, and whispered, "Princess, are you okay?"

Meng Youning remained silent.

Mu Xiang couldn't help but say one more thing, "Don't think too much. That person won't be able to stay in the mansion for long."

Meng Youning raised her head slightly, staring blankly at the front.

She had long known that Qi Ran's existence was to set off Tu Ling and was a stepping stone for Tu Ling to become a popular figure in front of the emperor.

She had long known what Tu Ling's arrival meant.

She understood all this from the first day she came here.

She had clearly made preparations long ago.

But why...

Just now in the front garden, she saw Qi Ran's expression when he completely ignored her and devoted himself to Tu Ling.

Her heart still ached.

Even now, the pain still exists.

This feeling...

Meng Youning suddenly woke up.

She... fell in love with Qi Ran!

But when did it happen?

A hint of obvious panic flashed across her eyes.

Meng Youning stared at the strong tea in her hand, and she began to feel dizzy.

The scene just now and the scene of Qi Ran making a fuss in front of her kept appearing in front of her eyes.

Gradually, the two images merged together.

Finally, the picture stopped at Tu Ling's slightly concerned face and Qi Ran's puzzled face.

She tilted her head back slightly and drank the cup of strong tea in front of her in one gulp.

The next moment, Meng Youning's face turned red.

She put her hand to her heart and suddenly started coughing violently.

Mu Xiang was even more anxious. She quickly stepped forward to comfort Meng Meng Youning, "Princess, please don't be like this. You know you can't drink strong tea..."

Meng Youning stared straight ahead, not knowing what was going on in her mind.

She gripped the teacup harder and harder, and finally slammed it heavily on the table.

After a while, the color on Meng Youning's face gradually faded and returned to its previous pale appearance.

She said word by word, "No, she won't stay for just a short while. As long as she appears, she will always be among us."

"There's no possibility for him and me anymore."

After she finished speaking, a tear unconsciously rolled down Meng Youning's eyes.

"Princess, please don't cry." Muxiang's face turned panicky and she became flustered.

Meng Youning was stunned for a moment, "Crying?"

She reached out and wiped her cheek.

A wet touch came.

She lowered her head, her gaze suddenly falling on the wetness on her fingertips.

It turns out that tears are cold.

Meng Youning sniffed lightly, and the tip of her nose turned slightly red.

She blinked, then calmly reached out and wiped away the tears from her face.

Seeing her like this, Muxiang's face showed even more heartache.

She opened her mouth slightly, and in the end only her lips moved a few times.

Meng Youning closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm fine now. You go out and wait."

Muxiang pursed her lips tightly, feeling very worried about Meng Youning.

But in the end, he had no choice but to leave the house, looking back every few steps.

Although the Crown Prince's wife is still reminding the people around her not to mention the Crown Prince in front of her.

But she also saw how happy the Crown Prince's wife was during this period when she was with the Crown Prince.

The Crown Prince's feelings for the Crown Princess are obvious.

The Crown Princess's feelings for the Crown Prince are also growing.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so upset because of a woman.

She turned and looked at the closed door, feeling complicated.

She had never seen the Crown Prince's Consort like this before.

Muxiang lowered her head, clenched her hands into fists, and then slowly released them.

"No, I can't just watch the Crown Princess suffer like this and do nothing!"

She gritted her teeth, glanced behind her meaningfully, and then left without looking back.

*

"What are you doing?" Sang Luan held the person in front of her with both hands and walked forward cautiously. "Why are you being so secretive?"

Behind her was Feng Hengzhi.

Feng Hengzhi leaned close to Sang Luan's ear and whispered softly, "You'll know once you open the door."

Suddenly, the light in front of my eyes returned.

Sang Luan felt a little suspicious and glanced sideways at Feng Hengzhi.

But the other party still looked mysterious.

She placed her hands on the door and slowly pushed it open.

The scene before him suddenly came into view.

Behind the door is another world.

Everywhere you look, you can see bright and lush osmanthus flowers.

The osmanthus flowers are orange all over and hang neatly on the branches. Each one is so pleasing to the eye.

Sang Luan walked forward slowly, closed her eyes and sniffed lightly.

A pleasant scent of osmanthus suddenly rushed into her nostrils.

She stood on tiptoe, picked a flower and placed it in her palm. "Why did you suddenly find so many osmanthus flowers for me?"

Looking at the happy Sang Luan, Feng Hengzhi couldn't help but chuckle, "It's the month when the sweet osmanthus flowers are ripe. In Shengjing, although the sweet osmanthus flowers are not easy to grow, they are indeed very fragrant."

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