"Prince――"
"Hush, Qingqing, let me hold you for a while." Feng Cang's grip was tight, as if he wanted to press Murong Qiqi into his bones. Not until the woman in his arms began to gasp did Feng Cang hurriedly let go.
"I'm sorry, I hurt you!" Feng Cang brushed aside Murong Qiqi's hair from her forehead, gazing into her bright eyes for a while before finally saying, "Qingqing, why didn't you... go with him?"
He knows? He knows it all! Murong Qiqi furrowed her brows, and Feng Cang, sensitive as he was, immediately sensed her thoughts, "Is Qingqing worried that I will berate General Shangguan?"
"Prince, Shangguan Wuji didn't do it on purpose." Murong Qiqi could only explain it this way.
"Is he the one in your heart, Qingqing?" Feng Cang continued to ask.
