C117 Similar to Portrait (1/2)

”It shouldn't be a problem, right?” Princess Wuyou cautiously said. However, Princess Wuyou could not be sure.

”Forget it. We'll talk after we get there. If we can't get in, then we'll come back.” Mu Ru Yue's voice was firm. Then, he looked at Xing'er and said, ”Xing'er, the location where I place the Peach Blossom Wine needs to be moved to a different location every two hours according to my request. Today, I'll have to trouble you.”

Mu Ru Yue didn't bring Xing'er, but Xing'er didn't think too much about it. After all, Mu Ru Yue hadn't been hiding anything from her these past few days. Thus, he obediently called out 'yes'.

”How much longer will my royal sister-in-law's peach blossom wine last?” Princess Wuyou asked curiously as she looked at Mu Ru Yue.

”We still need a few more days.” Mu Ru Yue asked.

”Is it possible that we can make it in time for the Crown Prince's royal brother's consort selection banquet?” Princess Wuyou asked. Mu Ru Yue's heart skipped a beat when she mentioned the consort selection banquet. She thought about the gaze Feng Qing looked at her with, as well as the questions she had asked.

”Can we make it? If it is possible, I would also like to think that royal brother could also taste the peach blossom wine brewed by royal sister-in-law. ” Seeing that Mu Ru Yue looked as though she didn't know what was on her mind, Princess Wuyou thought that it wasn't going to work, so she said in disappointment.

”His Highness the Crown Prince has chosen a wife and the Peach Blossom Wine is a good time. If at that time, the crown prince is willing to drink a cup, it would be my honor. ” Unfortunately … If Feng Qing didn't kill her with one slash, it would be good enough.

Mentioning this matter, Mu Ru Yue couldn't help but regret why she hid her identity that day. If he had not been afraid of death at that time, perhaps Feng Qing would have just left him there.

Unlike now, it was impossible to dismount from the tiger.

Right now, even Mu Ru Yue didn't dare to imagine how angry Feng Qing would be after seeing his during the Consort Selection Banquet. Of course, she wouldn't be so narcissistic as to think that Feng Qing was interested in her. However, he thought that Feng Qing didn't want to get married, so he asked if she would go.

In the end, the person who was taken as his confidant was the Seventh Princess who had once tarnished his reputation? He even treated him like a fool. Thinking about it, Mu Ru Yue felt a headache coming on.

”Your Highness, you said …” How can I not go to the Wife Selection Banquet? ” Mu Ru Yue asked weakly as he boarded the carriage.

”Why not? Look at those girls who worked hard for the crown prince and were then rejected proudly by him. Isn't that also an interesting thing? ” Princess Wuyou wore a harmless expression. Mu Ru Yue felt her heart turn cold as she listened to him.

What was this girl thinking?

”Ever since I was young, I have seen royal brother like this. It seems that I don't care about anyone. Even us siblings seem to be just decorations. If we are both like this, then what's the difference between those girls and us? If you ask me, someone like royal brother shouldn't get married, nor should there be someone he likes. ”

Princess Wuyou seemed to have recalled something bad, and her expression was extremely disgusted.

Mu Ru Yue also thought about Feng Qing's appearance and agreed deeply. Feng Qing's cold attitude seemed to pierce through people's hearts. It was too high to reach, yet it also made people want to chase after it. Probably, it was a type of poison.

Once he was poisoned, there was no cure. He could only wait for that person's charity. But in the end, it was just a dream.

Her young prince was still the best. He was good-looking, shy and … A little soft. Mu Ru Yue thought for a moment before a trace of gentleness appeared in her eyes.

”Her royal sister-in-law's eyes are really beautiful. Just like the portrait I saw that day. ” On the side, Princess Wuyou couldn't help but speak as she looked at Mu Rong Yue, who seemed to be thinking about something. Portrait?

”What portrait?” Mu Ru Yue was slightly confused.