Qingluan was silent on her face, but her heart was almost overwhelmed by strong joy.

The dream long-cherished wish is about to become a fact, what else can she consider?

"Can you wear your own clothes?"

"Ah?" Qingluan was stunned and could not keep up with the prince's thoughts. When she reacted, her little face suddenly turned red, "Okay, that's OK..."

As he said that, he shrank into the quilt and whispered: "Your Majesty, get up first."

King Chen didn't say anything, so he got up and put on his clothes.

Qingluan quietly peeked at his tall and thin back, his cheeks were red, but his eyes were clearly throbbing.

The prince's figure is really perfect, thin and strong, and his whole body is filled with awesome momentum and courage. Even if it is just an inadvertent raising his hand, it can make people feel as calm and firm as a mountain, as if it contains invincible power.

"Get up and clean up yourself, let me ask you to prepare hot water for you to bathe."

Put on a black robe, King Chen calmly tied his belt, and his tone was as steady as ever when he opened his mouth.

It’s like the person who just experienced a joyful love is not him at all, and he has no special emotions on his face.

But Qingluan, who heard him speak, was really stunned for a moment, and then realized something, and her eyes fixed on the prince's gold-weaving robe. Qingluan's eyes turned slightly, and she watched the prince pick up the black outer robe hanging on the clothes hanger next to put on it.

After calming down, she finally spoke slowly: "Prince, are we going to go back to Tiandu City?"

"I won't know yet." King Chen's tone was indifferent, but he was less alienated from the past. "I still need to deal with some things and leave in a few days."

Qingluan said oh, turned her head to look at the room they were in at this time, "Prince, where are we now?"

It doesn't seem to be the house they lived in for two months.

"It's still in Xunzhou City, this is the house that the Eighth Emperor's Brother just bought." King Chen said calmly, "The young man I saw in Xin's Mansion that day was the Eighth Emperor Xuanyuan Xin."

The Eighth Prince?

Qingluan was surprised. No wonder she felt that the young man had a familiar appearance, because his outline was a bit similar to that of the Supreme Emperor.

"How could the Eighth Prince appear in Xin Mansion?"

"His affairs have nothing to do with you, so don't worry too much."

Qingluan nodded silently: "Yes, Prince."

"I will go out in advance. You should stay here and don't run around." King Chen took care of his clothes and turned his head to look at Qingluan. "Someone will bring in hot water and clothes later. If it is inconvenient for me, please leave them to serve you."

Qingluan nodded obediently.

Although the prince's appearance has not yet recovered, his tone and demeanor belong to King Chen at this time, so even with the face of his master, Qingluan did not dare to act casually and coquettishly and behave like before.

King Chen gave a few brief explanations and then turned around and left.

"Prince." Qingluan poked her head out of the quilt and called him softly.

King Chen stopped and turned around, "Is there anything else?"

"Are Feng Jiuzhou and Feng Wan already under the control of the prince?" Qingluan hesitated a little. After asking, she didn't wait for King Chen to answer, then said: "The prince seems to have not investigated my identity yet. What if I really are..."

"You think this is very important?"

Qingluan was slightly stunned, silent for a moment, and slowly shook her head.

Is it very important?

For her, it doesn’t matter what her true identity is, and it doesn’t matter whether she is Feng Jiuzhou’s daughter.
Chapter completed!