Dumbfounded, Murong Yang stared at the door that was tightly closed. A dim mysterious light flashed in his eyes.
"This is the side hall of Qingjiu's chamber, right?"
A few months ago, Qingjiu had brought a young master back to the palace and had since then placed him in the side hall.
Although Murong Yang was not reliable, frivolous and spoiled rotten, he was principled and would never lay a finger on a married lady.
Similarly, one should never steal someone else's husband. Why would Qingjiu do that?
If Murong Yang had lost interest in Fu Qingjiu as he found her annoying earlier, he was now disappointed in her, extremely disappointed.
Murong Yang knew Fu Qingjiu very well. She was too dominating and would never share her man with someone else. That was why Murong Yang had never gotten himself any concubine all these years.
