Chapter Sixteen The Man Who Kissed Her

  Banquet in the palace!

  Summer night, the moon is high in the sky, the noise from the palace breaks through the quiet night.

  Inside the palace, the emperor and his envoy had not yet arrived. The high-ranking officials who had arrived early were exchanging polite but insincere pleasantries with one another. The imperial consorts, noblewomen, and young ladies-in-waiting were all vying with each other in their finery, just as they were depicted in paintings. Such was the usual state of affairs at court!

  As expected, Mu Beichen immediately attracted everyone's attention as soon as he entered!

  The king's demeanor is extraordinary, his face cold and handsome, unknowingly drawing the pure and innocent gazes of many young girls!

  The princess was elegant and refined, but with just a glance, she couldn't help but blush and lean against Mu Beichen's shoulder, smiling faintly. The women who looked at her had envy in their eyes, as well as a hint of admiration, while the men mostly showed appreciation!

  They saw a pair of people who had been together for a long time, and suddenly another beautiful woman appeared beside the king. Everyone's gaze at that moment was slightly unusual!

  Covering their mouths and smiling, a few bold consorts whispered to each other, and the faint words reached Xiaotong's ears, "Is this the Liri princess of the Northern King appointed by the Emperor?"

  "Haha! The Emperor is indeed wise, and didn't let her stay!"

  Saying that is a sarcastic laugh of good fortune and bad luck!

  The imperial concubine of the Northern King was out of favor, and this had been circulating in the palace for a long time!

  Turning her head to look, Mu Bei's dust was lightly wrapped around Liu Ying, who had already walked towards the seat. As for those light and gentle words, it was unknown whether he hadn't heard them or was pretending not to have heard, but he didn't react at all!

  It's just because the object isn't a flowing swallow! I don't know why, but a surge of sourness inexplicably welled up in my heart: whether it was true or false, had he ever considered himself to be her husband?

  Xia Tong hastily caught up with Mu Bei Chen, who had already walked ahead. "Your Highness, I'll go to the garden for some fresh air!" Without waiting for his response, Xia Tong turned and left immediately, not even looking back.

  In the garden with dappled light and shade, a gentle breeze stirs, and the fragrance of unknown flowers quietly flows through the air!

  Taking a deep breath, the knot in my chest gradually loosened, and leaving that bustling place to come here was really the right decision!

  Along the stone path, through a patch of low fragrant trees.

  As I stepped out quietly, it seemed like someone was following me.

  Xia Tong suddenly turned around, in the garden, except for the gentle breeze and the swaying tree shadows, there was no one else.

  Go further forward and pass by a fake hill.

  Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the dark cave and pulled Xiaotong in. Before she could even make a sound, her mouth was covered by someone's hand. A strange voice whispered in her ear: "Ayan, don't shout, it's me!"

  What did you say?

  Xiatong was taken aback and stopped struggling: It seems that there is a word "yan" in the name of Princess Luli! Is that someone who knows her?

  "Ah Yan!"

  The suppressed soft hum couldn't hide the joy of meeting, and he loosened his hand covering her mouth and turned her to face him. In the darkness, his appearance couldn't be seen clearly, only a pair of bright eyes like morning stars gazed at her, focused and deep, without blinking.

  In an instant, before Xia Tong could think of how to deal with everything in front of her, she was suddenly pulled into his arms and tightly hugged, as if he wanted to press her into his body and take her away, making it hard for her to breathe.

  Her body close to mine transmitted a slight tremble, and her neck lightly rubbed against mine transmitted a deep whisper: "A Yan, I miss you!"

  "Let me go!"

  Xia Tong struggled, using her hands to try and push him away.

  His eyes slightly narrowed, he raised his head, a pair of starry eyes with a hint of hurt gazed at her intensely.

  Suddenly, he pulled her over with one hand, supporting the back of her head and deeply kissing her, domineering and scorching.

  The oxygen inhaled gradually became scarce, breathing became more and more difficult, and the brain also began to become dizzy. The only thing remembered was that intense kiss on his lips.

  "I just saw that dead girl coming this way, where did she run off to now?"

  A sudden, unpleasant voice came from outside, and the lips on hers froze! After a brief pause, he released Xiaotong's lips and slid to her ear, "Ayuan, wait for me!"

  Before she could react, a gentle breeze stirred, and suddenly it was cool in front of her. In the darkness, Xiaotong felt that she was left alone!

  Rubbing the inexplicably kissed and sore lips, everything from just now seemed like a spring dream, except for the slightly warm cheeks, leaving no trace.

  It was just a strange man's words in her dream that she remembered very clearly: "A Yan, I miss you!"

  "Go look over there, if you find her, bring her back!"

  That unpleasant voice is now closer.

  Yes

  After the unison response, Xia Tong heard scattered footsteps.