The sharp princess: singled out the cold and charming prince

Chapter 325 Is it her reluctance, or his self-indulgence?

Staggering out of the yard, she finally clutched the heart that was in pain that almost tore her whole body, leaned against the wall, and bent down.

"Why... why... every time I'm ready to gamble for the rest of my life, you...you always let me have no chance to gamble..."

She bit her lower lip, the severe pain in her chest made her voice sound weak, she supported the wall like this, and walked out of the palace step by step.

"Wangfei? Wangfei, what's wrong with you? Did you have angina again?"

When passing by the yard, the housekeeper saw her pale face and struggling to walk towards the door. He couldn't help but feel a little worried, so he immediately rushed up.

"princess......"

He reached out to help Mu Yifei, but she stopped him, "Housekeeper."

The powerless voice was full of sadness, she endured the severe pain in her chest, and weakly raised a pale smile to the housekeeper, "I'm not the princess, don't call me the princess anymore."

"Princess, you..."

"I'm fine, really, don't worry."

She smiled, reached out and patted the butler on the shoulder, "I'm going home first."

"But, princess, let the old slave call Miss Liu Xi to show you first?"

"No, I'm fine, I'm fine..."

She shook her head, but her eyes were full of sadness.

"Then...then wait a minute, the empress is still in the hall, can you go back with her?"

Seeing Mu Yifei's state, the steward was really worried about letting her go back alone. If something happened on the way, how would he explain to the prince.

Mu Yifei also knew in her heart that the housekeeper was worried about her, and she never refused the housekeeper's kindness in her heart, so she nodded to him, "Okay, then go and call her, I'll wait for her here."

"Okay, okay, Wangfei, wait a moment, the old slave will go right away, you must wait, Wangfei..."

The butler didn't dare to neglect at all, turned his head and looked at Mu Yifei several times worriedly, while running quickly towards the hall of the palace.

Seeing the back of the housekeeper gradually running away, Mu Yifei stood at the door and chuckled slightly ironically, "Wangfei? Wangfei..."

She laughed and repeated this name over and over again, the more she repeated, the more her heart ached.

Qianye Yunxuan sat in the room, clutching the tearing wound, her thick eyebrows furrowed deeply.

Thinking of Mu Yifei's back full of sadness and powerlessness when she left, how would he understand it?
Is it her reluctance, or his self-indulgence?

I'm not afraid, I know it will protect me well, I'm not afraid. ． ． ． ． ．

Suddenly, such a sentence flashed through his mind, an inexplicably familiar sentence that he had heard somewhere, and the more he listened to it, the tighter his heart shrank.

The palms on the table were inadvertently clenched into fists, and there were some complicated and unspeakable emotions in his eyes.

The door was gently pushed open, Qianye Yunxuan's back froze for a moment inexplicably, and the footsteps behind him were slowly approaching him.

"My lord."

It was the butler's voice, with a bit of solemnity and caution, and at the same time, his voice softened Qianye Yunxuan's stiff back, and a trace of loss involuntarily slipped through his eyes.

After the loss, it was the ridiculous self-deprecating.

(End of this chapter)