The evil prince, the best concubine

Chapter 38 Destined 6
When everyone heard this sentence, they all understood.

No matter who is the palace master, as long as it is hand-picked by Leng Bingshuang, they will recognize it.

"See the palace master."

Everyone knelt down and kowtowed in unison.

The unresponsive Leng Shiyan finally knelt down, and the moment he lowered his head, a flash of resentment flashed across his eyes.

Seeing this, Leng Bingshuang smiled, "Alright, remember, she will be your palace master from now on.

Let everything go, understand? "

"Yes." Everyone answered together.

In the silent black sky, such a sound resounded like a bell, resounding through this space.

"That's good."

The cold voice seemed a lot weaker now, "Everything is up to you, I believe you will treat them kindly."

The voice became weaker and weaker until it stopped at the last word.

Bing Lengshuang closed her eyes slightly, with a reassuring smile on her lips.

Seeing such a person pass away like this, Jian Luo finally shed two lines of tears.

Don't worry, I will treat them well, I will.

Jian Luo secretly agreed in her heart.

Leng Bingshuang, such a domineering and cold name, slowly passed away under such circumstances.

"Master."

Seeing this, everyone quickly raised their heads, screaming in pain, all mourning for Leng Bingshuang's passing.

Jian Luo caught a glimpse of Leng Qingyu who was still kneeling on the ground, her brows were almost frowned, why didn't she get up, others were crying, how could she be so quiet.

Walking to Leng Qingyu's side, intending to help her up.

But at the moment when he got close, his body shook violently.

I only heard Leng Qingyu calling softly, "Master."

It was hoarse and dark with a strong atmosphere of sadness, which even made her feel the heart-piercing pain.

How much love and sorrow is contained in this sentence of "Master", and now she even has a feeling of despair.

The passing of Leng Bingshuang must have caused Leng Qingyu a lot of blows.

What kind of pain this woman should be in now.

"Qing Yu."

Stretching out his hand to Leng Qingyu's bowed head, the moonlight shone on a pair of white palms, with distress and sighs.

Leng Qingyu raised his head slowly, his eyes were dull but filled with pain: "Master."

Once upon a time, Master stretched out his hands to her like this, looking at her with tenderness and love.

(End of this chapter)