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Yes.

Few people know that he once had a relationship with Su Qingyu.

At that time, the Su family had not yet fallen, and Su Qingyu's elder brother was Murong Ze's accompanying student. Su Qingyu liked to play with her brother's back all day long, so she got to know Murong Ze.

Childhood sweethearts have the purest feelings, and Murongze once thought that Su Qingyu would be the love of his life, but just when he decided to have a showdown with his mother, concubine and father to marry Su Qingyu, Su Qingyu suddenly told him that she wanted to break up.

He frantically grabbed her and asked why, but Su Qingyu just pushed him away mercilessly.

"Because I was just playing with you." Murong Ze will never forget Su Qingyu's cold smile at that time in his life, "His Royal Highness Luo Wang, whom everyone admires, is so fascinated by me, isn't it very strange?" Is there a sense of accomplishment?"

Murong Ze was extremely furious in disbelief.

He didn't expect that the woman he was dumbfounded like a treasure just regarded himself as a capital to show off!

In a fit of rage, Murong Ze went to the border for an expedition. When he came back two years later, the imperial capital was completely changed.

The Su family became victims of factional struggles, Su's father was imprisoned, Su's mother was seriously ill, and Su Qingyu was betrothed to Murong Heng.

Thinking of all the things that happened back then, Murongze's eyes became more hostile, he took a step forward and pressed Su Qingyu against the wall, and sneered: "Su Qingyu, why don't you speak, answer me, how does it feel to be a widow? "

Su Qingyu's face turned pale in an instant.

She looked at the man in front of her, the face that she had been dreaming about for two whole years, and her heart was like a knife.

She was so distressed that she was about to burst, but she still suppressed her tears, turned her eyes away, and pretended to be cold and said: "Murong Ze, I have the resources to marry Murong Heng, this matter has nothing to do with you."

Murong Ze's hand unconsciously exerted force, almost wanting to crush Su Qingyu's bones at this moment!

Does she just despise him like this!

She would rather marry a trash than give in to him!

Anger flooded in like a tide, he threw the woman in his hand away, looked down at her with a frosty expression, "Su Qingyu, you really make me sick."

After leaving this sentence, he stopped looking at Su Qingyu, turned and left.

It wasn't until his back disappeared into the yard that Su Qingyu finally lowered her head and coughed softly.

Scarlet oozes from her fingers, she lowers her head to look at the blood on her palm, her eyes darken slightly.

Before I knew it, it had been two years...

In that case, her days are really numbered...

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After Su Qingyu tidied things up properly, the servant girl made tea belatedly.

Holding the teacup, Su Qingyu finally couldn't bear it anymore, and asked the maid next to her in a low voice: "Why is His Royal Highness Luo Wang in the mansion?"

"If you go back to the princess, our lord is weak, and His Royal Highness Luo took care of the wedding banquet yesterday. When the wedding banquet ended late, His Royal Highness Luo stayed in our mansion last night."

The maid answered truthfully, but she didn't want Su Qingyu to drop the teacup in shock when she heard her words.

The hot tea fell on the skirt, but Su Qingyu didn't care about it. She grabbed the maid's hand and asked with a pale face, "What did you say? Murong Ze was also in the mansion last night!?"

The servant girl didn't expect Su Qingyu to react so strongly, she was taken aback, she still replied obediently back then: "Yes, ma'am, His Royal Highness Luo Wang lived in our residence last night."

With a pale face, Su Qingyu let go of the maidservant's hand, her whole body was lost.

Was that man last night Murong Ze?

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