Fengming Lixia

No matter what happened before, for the rest of his life, he just wanted to let go of everything and take her back to the border to live their own lives.

Firmly determined in his mind, Cang Ji immediately turned around and left.

With the current situation in the DPRK and China, it is not so easy to return to the southern border.

He had to make arrangements before he could escape and take her back to Tiancang Palace.

Cang Ji came back from outside after dinner time.

Zhuang's mother got the news a long time ago, knowing that the prince is going to have dinner at Shaohua Garden.

He specially asked the kitchen to prepare the prince's dinner, and when Cang Ji came back, he immediately ordered Su Yu to bring the little maid to serve the dinner.

Only then did he enter the room: "Princess, the prince is back, you can get up and have dinner."

Hearing this, before Su Qingyue could respond, Cang Ji's voice sounded at the door: "Put the rice inside, and let Qingyue eat on the bed, don't move."

Zhuang's mother glanced at Su Qingyue when she heard the words, and seeing that she didn't respond, she was relieved: "Yes."

As he spoke, he turned around and made arrangements.

Cangji, on the other hand, sat on the edge of the bed very calmly, stretched out his hand to touch Su Qingyue's forehead, and said in a soft voice like never before: "Are there any discomforts in the afternoon?"

Su Qingyue felt apprehensive when she heard the words, but her face remained calm, she shook her head: "No."

Seeing her keep her head down, even though Cang Ji was anxious in his heart, he also knew that the reason why she treats him like this now is because he hurt her too deeply.

Thinking about what he had done to her, resisting the impulse in his heart, he nodded softly: "It's fine if you don't have anything. If you feel uncomfortable, just ask Mama Zhuang to invite Mr. Qi."

Seeing Zhuang's mother and Su Yu bringing in the food, she said softly, "Let's eat."

Then take the initiative to sit at the table.

According to Cang Ji's instructions, Zhuang's mother placed the table next to the bed, put a chair for Cang Ji, and stood by the bed to serve Su Qingyue.

After all, it was a serious illness. Although there was no danger to his life, he was weak and had no appetite.

After just two mouthfuls, I couldn't swallow it.

Seeing this, Zhuang's mother looked at Su Qingyue very worried.

"Wangfei should eat as much as possible, so that she can take care of herself earlier."

Hearing this, Cang Ji looked at Su Qingyue's pale and tired cheeks.

Frowning slightly.

Zhuang's mother thought he was upset, and just wanted to intercede, but she didn't expect the prince to ask softly: "If you don't like these meals, is there anything you want to eat, let the kitchen make it for you now."

Hearing Cang Ji say such words, not only Zhuang's mother, but even Su Qingyue were a little shocked.

Looking at Cang Ji, it was a little unbelievable.

Seeing Cang anxiously looking over, he immediately put away the look in his eyes, lowered his head and forced himself to swallow a few mouthfuls of rice.

Seeing Su Qingyue like this, Cang Ji felt as if his heart was being grabbed by someone, and it was indescribably uncomfortable.

My heart was overwhelmed with dryness.

Put down your chopsticks.

It was just a simple movement that instantly made Zhuang's mother and Su Qingyue hide back reflexively.

Seeing their reactions, Cang Ji felt more and more depressed.

Suppressing the depression in my heart, I made my voice appear calm: "I'm full, go to the study to read a book, if you feel no appetite, let the kitchen prepare again."

After saying that, he got up and left, but he stood in the yard and did not go far.

Through the window, I saw Su Qingyue who was visibly relieved after she left.

Cang Ji only felt more and more panicked with the breath in his heart.

Looking at the look on her face after she left, a trace of sarcasm rose from the corner of her mouth.