The Mermaid Princess wants to divorce

Chapter 423 letter, that black bag
Murong Tianhai paused, jumped up suddenly, and ran out. At midnight, there was a quick report. They must be soldiers stationed outside the city, and what they must have brought was Wanwan's news.

Before the old housekeeper opened the door, he flew forward, opened the door with a slap, and with the sound, the soldier just came running.

Immediately, he knelt down, holding a black bag in his hand, with fear on his face.

"Prince Qili, someone left this outside the city gate at night, with a letter attached." After speaking, he respectfully presented the wrinkled letter, and held the black bag in his other hand trembling slightly.

Murong Tianhai's body trembled, he almost fell down, he didn't read the letter, just looking at the black bag, his heart wouldn't beat.

The green sleeves from that day just flashed through my mind, could it be that Wanwan... no, how is it possible?

Fu Lang rushed over, took the black bag with both hands, called back the soldiers, turned around, and frowned worriedly, of course he knew what he was thinking of?
Do you want to repeat the scenes and things that are too familiar now?

"My lord, let's go in."

Murong Tianhai nodded in a daze, his steps were staggering, and the hand holding the letter was trembling. He could lead thousands of troops across the battlefield, but now, he didn't even have the courage to open a letter, and he didn't even dare to look at the letter. Scary black bag.

There was only a small candle burning in Mobaozhai, which jumped on the dignified faces of the two, radiating sadness, and the suffocation that could not be dispelled.

Unable to sit still, Murong Tianhai finally opened the letter with trembling hands, only to see that the words were in vermilion handwriting under the dim light.

Tianmu's Li Wang, can't think of this gift?I'm guessing, you don't dare to open it now, ha!You never imagined that your princess would end up like this...

There is no signature, but a few brief words, but he spurted a mouthful of blood, covering the vermilion handwriting, his figure collapsed, and the letter paper flew to the ground.

"My lord, maybe not." Fu Lang frowned, without waiting for him to say anything, he opened the black bag in his hand, and finally cried out in surprise.

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