Leng fengya's face was slightly pale.
He remembered that when the Emperor was choosing the Prince Consort for the princess, he had left the country by himself.
After that, the princess ran out to play by herself and met beiming Qinghan. She fell in love with beiming Qinghan and cried, made a fuss, and hung herself to get married to the Emperor.
At that time, he still felt lucky that he had run fast.
But now, he was suddenly envious of beiming Qinghan, who had been chosen by the princess.
If he had known, if he had known ...
As Leng fengya thought about it, he felt a little sour in his heart.
Such a Princess was so, so good. Why were there such rumors?
Leng fengya couldn't figure it out.
Lin weiyue looked up and saw that Leng fengya was still there."Why are you looking at me?" What's on my face?"
"N-nothing," Leng fengya replied unnaturally.
Beiming Qinghan was drinking tea at the side. He could tell what his brother was thinking.
