deadly mantra

Chapter 989: His Highness is the only one in my heart
Quiet indoors.

One side of wooden fish, two green lanterns.

The incense burning in the furnace is lingering, and the sweet aroma is the best sandalwood specially made for the royal family.

Qingyu Wangshu sat quietly on the futon, twirling Buddhist beads in his hands, and worshiped the Buddha with devotion as usual.

A stick of incense passed.

Her relaxed brows slowly frowned, but the anxiety and uneasiness in her heart could not be dispelled.

"Ugh……"

Sigh.

She opened her eyes, held the rosary in her hands, and stood up slowly.

The words left by the Emperor of Hell and the doubts that had arisen in her were like two wooden figures constantly tearing and fighting in her mind.

When Miao Xingyu walked in, what he saw was Qingyu Wangshu pushing the window with one hand.

He knew her habits well, so he could understand the confusion in her eyes at a glance.

When she felt uneasy, she used to hide in a quiet room.

When she is upset, she is used to blowing cold wind to calm her mind.

"Your Highness." Miao Xingyu walked over, shook out his cloak, put it on her shoulders, and asked, "What should Master Ji do with those things?"

In fact, what he wanted to ask more was: Who is that young Mr. Shui?How could I use "you and me" to address His Highness?

Qingyu Wangshu gathered his cloak and said, "Go there in person and deliver the things belonging to Master Ji."

After a pause, she added: "The red sandalwood box stored in my palace will also be sent over."

The rare things saved in the red sandalwood box were originally meant to be given to the Emperor of Hell.

Miao Xingyu was stunned:
"Yes."

Qingyu Wangshu turned his head and looked at him with a slightly serious look: "Don't be curious, don't pursue it. They won't stay here for long."

"Slave..." "Xingyu." Qingyu Wangshu grabbed Miao Xingyu's wrist and stopped him from kneeling down to apologize: "You can turn a deaf ear to what I said in the past, but this time, you Remember my words."

It was the first time that Miao Xingyu saw her with such a serious expression. After a moment of silence, he hid all his emotions again, bowed his head meekly, and answered:
"Every word His Highness said, slave, I will keep it in mind and dare not forget it."

Qingyu Wangshu's eyes showed disappointment, and he slowly let go of his wrist, a heavy feeling of powerlessness came over his heart.

If the imperial sister was still here, what would she do?

"Qingyu..."

"The slave is here."

"No matter how ferocious a vicious dog is, it will still be afraid of a person with a stick in his hand."

Miao Xingyu's body tensed up for a moment, and after a moment, the ends of his eyes turned a little red:
"Your Highness...that's what you said."

Qingyu Wangshu held the rosary tightly: "However, even if you hold a stick in your hand, you must stop it in moderation, because driving a dog into a back alley will inevitably lead to backlash."

Miao Xingyu was silent for a moment, still lowering his head, his voice was slightly low, as if he was suppressing something:
"Xingyu will bear in mind what His Highness said and dare not forget it."

Qingyu Wangshu's eyes became very complicated:

"These two calls of 'Your Highness', are you calling me?"

Miao Xingyu raised his head, with handsome eyebrows and a smile on his face, and said word by word: "In my heart, I will always only have His Highness."

Qingyu Wangshu's heart suddenly trembled: "...Xingyu."

Miao Xingyu's eyebrows moved slightly and he answered directly: "Your Highness, the death of the waiter has nothing to do with the slave. Your Highness should know that no matter what the purpose, the slave will never take action against an orphan."

Qingyu Wangshu pondered for a moment, trying to find the answer from his eyes.

Miao Xingyu stood there motionless, not avoiding her questions.

Qingyu Wangshu asked: "Seriously?"

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Miao Xingyu's eyes:
"Those who are abandoned by their parents at birth are orphans. Those whose parents and brothers die early due to accidents can also be regarded as orphans. They are all rejected by others, and no one has it easier than the other. Whether your highness believes it or not, what happened today is not Made by a slave."

(End of this chapter)