Has the imprisoned husband served his sentence?

The first ray of sunlight in the morning poured in through the window, and the figure wrapped in a silkworm chrysalis on the bed opened its slightly sleepy eyes.

She first tilted her head cautiously and looked to the side. Seeing that Xiao Wanfeng was no longer on the bed, she breathed a sigh of relief. Then she rolled like a donkey and rolled out of the quilt.

Her status as the superior was saved. Fortunately, Xiao Wanfeng was coaxed by her sweet words last night and did not retaliate against her!

Mu Chenyin was about to get out of bed when suddenly, her movements paused slightly. After feeling the long-lost inner strength, her expression suddenly changed.

"Xiao Wanfeng..."

She quickly got out of bed, then opened the door and looked around but could not find Xiao Wanfeng.

There was some kind of guess in her heart, and she panicked, "Xiao Wanfeng..."

"Your Highness..."

Fusheng and Yanshi showed up. Mu Chenyin grabbed Fusheng's arm and said with a hint of urgency in his usually calm voice, "Where is Xiao Wanfeng? Where has he gone?"

Fusheng felt a little uncomfortable when he saw that she was so anxious that she didn't even wear shoes, but he quickly controlled his emotions.

First, he motioned for the banquet to go back and get the shoes, then took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Mu Chenyin, holding back his astringency and comforting her.

"Don't worry, Your Highness. Mr. Xiao just has some matters that need to be dealt with, so he has no choice but to leave for a while. This is what Mr. Xiao asked his subordinates to give to Your Highness before he left."

He also didn't expect that Xiao Wanfeng would do this for His Highness.

Soon, Yanshi brought the shoes over, Mu Chenyin put them on casually, then frowned and opened the envelope.

There are only two ways to touch the Gu. With You Fusheng beside Mu Chenyin, Xiao Wanfeng knew that he could not hide the matter of helping her extradite the Gu from Mu Chenyin.

Therefore, he did not deliberately conceal it in his letter. He only said that the poisonous insect was probably suppressed by the poison in his body. The two restricted each other and vaguely formed a strange balance. She was currently not feeling unwell, so she did not have to worry. .

He also said that he was going back to Qi to resolve some matters and asked her to wait for his return.

Although he didn't say anything, Mu Chenyin could definitely guess it.

The reason for letting Mu Jinghan go so long was not because Xiao Wanfeng had forgotten his hatred, but because he was greedy for the days with Mu Chenyin. Now...

Mu Chenyin looked at the contents of the letter with complicated eyes, and her fingers holding the letter tightened slightly.

She will not stop Xiao Wanfeng from taking revenge. She admits that she is not as decisive as the other personality in killing, and she has some feelings for the "Father" she has called him for more than ten years.

However, that was in the past. When Mu Jinghan persuaded her to come to Feng Country as a hostage, this so-called "father and son" relationship had already come to an end.

She didn't owe Mu Jinghan anything. If she did, she probably only owed Concubine Yu her life!

"Lvwu and the others, have they all taken it?"

Hearing this, he couldn't hide his happiness during the banquet and rushed to reply: "I came here yesterday and have been arranged in the secret palace. I just happen to help take care of your little highness."

Last night, the queen didn't know what method she used, but she actually made Lord Ye Gui take her to the secret palace.

His Highness's face almost turned red from the Queen's kiss. The Queen kept saying "little sweethearts", smiling like a chrysanthemum, and hugging His Highness as if she was suffering from epilepsy.

If Ye Guijun hadn't been worried that the Queen's failure to return to the palace would attract the Prime Minister's attention, so he drove the Queen away with a cold face, the Queen might have ended up living in the secret palace.

He still remembers the pitiful look of the Queen turning back three times when she left. It took her a long time to leave.