I can't keep my clothes off

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Su Qingyu fulfilled her promise to the child and took him out.

The south of the Yangtze River is different from the capital city. There is a sense of leisure and leisure everywhere here. There is no open and secret fighting between various forces, just a leisurely life like a wild crane.

At noon, Su Qingyu took Chen'er to eat at the most distinctive restaurant in the south of the Yangtze River. Just after the meal was finished, a guard rushed in and said anxiously: "Princess, the prince has something urgent to discuss. Please hurry back to the palace with the little prince."

Su Qingyu frowned, Murong Heng was so anxious, there must be something big happening, so she hurried back to the palace with Chen'er.

As soon as they entered the palace, the whole atmosphere was very tense, and all the servants were packing their things in a panic.

Su Qingyu felt that something important had happened, so she hurriedly ran towards the study with Chen'er. Murong Heng was discussing something with his subordinates, so Su Qingyu and Chen'er were waiting for him at the door.

After a while, the subordinates came out and respectfully said to Su Qingyu: "Princess, the prince is waiting for you inside."

Su Qingyu nodded, walked in slowly, and saw Murong Heng holding his hands behind his back with a solemn face.

"What happened?"

"Father is critically ill, we must return to Beijing quickly."

"Alright, Chen'er and I are going to prepare now."

Su Qingyu went back to the house with mixed feelings to pack her luggage, and was about to return to the capital again. She didn't know how he would react when she saw that she was still alive.

Looking at Chen'er's ignorant look, thinking that Murong Ze almost killed his own child back then, a thick layer of hatred floated in his heart.

Even though he still has deep yearning for him in his heart, the harm he caused to himself cannot be erased.

On the way back to Beijing, Chen'er looked at Murong Heng and Su Qingyu's dignified faces, unwilling to say more, so she obediently kept silent.

Two days later, Murong Heng and Su Qingyu finally arrived in the capital where they had been away for a long time.

Still so prosperous, back to the former residence of Prince Jin's Mansion, because no one has lived there for a long time, the mansion is already a piece of dust.

The servants were cleaning in a hurry. Murong Heng watched Su Qingyu, who had been in a trance since she returned to the capital, and gently put his hand on her shoulder.

"Don't think about it too much. If he comes, he will be safe. If he still wants to hurt you, I will definitely not let him go."

Su Qingyu forced a smile, but she still looked so out of her mind.

"I want to see my yard."

"Mom, I'm going too."

Chen'er took Su Qingyu's hand and walked towards the old residence, while Murong Heng thoughtfully asked the subordinates beside him, "Is he still coming here every night these years?"

The subordinates respectfully clasped their fists and reported: "For the past five years, King Luo has been resting at the former residence of the princess every night, and only left in the early morning."

Murong Heng's eyes darkened, it seems that Murong Ze still hasn't forgotten Su Qingyu!

When I came to the former residence, the past flooded my mind. Su Qingyu gently opened the door. She thought it would be dust blowing in her face, but she didn't expect that the room was as clean as if someone cleaned it every day, and there was a bunch of lilies in it. It was placed on the table, exuding a faint fragrance.

Has someone come to clean it?

Su Qingyu frowned and looked around, walked to the mirror, and looked at the jewelry box.

She left in a hurry back then, and didn't have time to take those letters away. She opened the hidden compartment of the jewelry box, but was surprised to find that all the letters inside had disappeared.

Who took it?

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