C37 love-torture (1/2)

The palace was quiet, so calm that Shangguan Wan was upset.

Her Majesty's funeral had passed, but no one had come.

This person was Qin Fei.

Nangong Yu doted on her even more, and she was always being protected by the palm of his hand.

Qi He's marriage was once again brought up. From what everyone had seen, she was very close to His Highness.

Zhao Ping secretly rejoiced in his heart. It seemed that his marriage with the princess was already certain.

On a sunny afternoon, Luo Chen came out of the royal study and returned to the palace.

Just now, when the Emperor summoned him, he was forced to tell the truth.

The Son of Heaven was extremely shrewd. He was a eunuch of unknown origins, and had the ability to accept demons. Naturally, he was not a simple person.

However, Nangong Yu didn't blame him for his meritorious deeds. She was willing to allow him to remain as a eunuch at Phoenix Return Hall.

Halfway there, he saw a pair of mandarin ducks.

”Your servant pays his respects to the princess, young prince.”

At this point in time, Zhaoping had formed a perfect image in front of Qi He. He smiled gently, ”This King remembers you. You are a eunuch in the empress palace.”

When he said the word ”eunuch,” he purposely increased his strength.

How could a lowly eunuch have the qualifications to be compared with him? It was simply a joke.

Luo Chen calmly replied, ”Your highness, you have a good memory.”

When Qi He saw his' old friend ', he no longer had the same enthusiasm as before. Instead, he put on a airs, trying his best to act like the princess of a country, looking down from above, his red lips slightly parted: ”In the past, you have served this princess for a period of time. What, now, you don't even dare to look at this princess anymore?”

Zhao Ping stood beside Qi He, observing with interest from the sidelines.

Only then did Luo Chen straighten his back and look up at her. Her makeup was gorgeous and she wore a red dress that was like fire, making her look like an immortal concubine, unapproachable.

In the past, she had always been like a little bird following a human. But now, she was even more domineering and cold than before.

Her eyes were as still as still water, accepting his gaze. What was in that gaze? Nothing.

In the end, he still didn't have any feelings for himself.

She really shouldn't have any illusions about him. A person who had long abandoned all emotions and desires, what kind of feelings could she possibly have for him?

Whether it was Wuqing or Wuqing, it didn't matter.

Since it was already the past, why not let it be an emotionless torture?