Has the imprisoned husband served his sentence?

A hint of surprise flashed in Mu Chenyin's eyes, and then a trace of interest tinged on her lips, but she was no longer in a hurry to take Feng Changhuan's hand away.

Feng Qingyu's hands hidden in her sleeves clenched slightly, but she still had a gentle smile on her face.

"Mingyuelou's Sacai is really outstanding. I heard that they have recently released a new product, so let's go quickly!"

"Well, okay, thank you Sister Sanhuang."

Feng Chang laughed happily, took Mu Chenyin's hand and left, not noticing a hint of sadness in Feng Qingyu's eyes behind him.

Soon, the three of them arrived at a private room in Mingyue Tower.

This was not Mu Chenyin's first time here. He remembered that the last time he came here was a year ago.

During the dinner, Feng Changhuan enthusiastically served Mu Chenyin some food, "Master, try this."

Mu Chenyin politely served Feng Changhuan one of his favorite dishes and said with a smile, "You can eat it too."

Seeing his master and apprentice "loving each other" as if no one else was around, the chopsticks in Feng Qingyu's hand almost broke and she couldn't eat.

So, she suddenly said: "Why does Mr. Ye always wear a mask?"

Usually only ugly people wear masks. Could it be that... this person named Ye is too ugly?

She had often heard Chang Huan talk about him as her master. Every time she talked about him, Chang Huan's eyes were shining. They were two men. She didn't want to think too much, but she couldn't help but think too much.

Mu Chenyin said deliberately: "This is the rule of our sect. You cannot take off your mask except in front of people in this sect."

Feng Changhuan also echoed: "Yes, yes! This is the rule of our sect. I...because of the special status of the prince, I am an exception."

Except for his father and concubine, A Yuan and his mother, no one else knew that his master was An Ye, the Lord of the Dark Palace. Even Brother Wanfeng only found out later.

Feng Qingyu didn't believe it in her heart, but she didn't say it out loud. She just said: "Young Master Ye is so charming and charming, have you ever promised me anything?"

Before Mu Chenyin could speak, Feng Changhuan stood up and looked at Feng Qingyu with a wary expression, "Sister Sanhuang, why are you asking this? I tell you, you must not Take advantage of my master, my master is me..."

The last word "of" almost blurted out again. Fortunately, Feng Changhuan stopped in time and immediately changed it to: "My master is the person I respect the most. From now on, he will only marry."

The master is the ninth prince of the Qi Kingdom. In the future, he will marry the prince's concubine. Naturally, he will only marry but not marry. This does not count as cheating on the third princess.

However, he felt sour in his heart when he thought about his master having three wives and four concubines in the future, as well as a beautiful male favorite like Brother Wanfeng.

Why does Master have to be a man? It would be great if it was a woman. When the time comes, he can go to Qi to get married, and he can be with his master legitimately.

However, even if the master is not a woman, he will not give up. He will learn from brother Wanfeng and bravely pursue what he loves.

Even...even if he has to share his master with Brother Wanfeng in the future, he can do it.

However, there can't be any more. From now on, the master can only have him and Brother Wanfeng by his side. He will beat every other Yingying Yanyan he sees.

Even...even if the master is a little perverted in bed, he...he can endure it and will not lose to Brother Wanfeng.

Seeing that Feng Changhuan misunderstood that she had ulterior motives for his master, Feng Qingyu's face looked a little ugly, like a mute who couldn't explain the pain of eating Coptis chinensis.

She didn't, she wasn't...