2050: The Wolf King 45

The Wolf King 45

The servant's heart ached. 'Why would the prince be so kind to a woman who didn't like him and let go of a nice girl like Young Lady Liu…1

'Young Lady is a good woman. No man would refuse a nice girl like her.

'Unfortunately…

'She has fallen in love with Fourth Prince.'

"Young Lady Liu, don't worry. I will definitely send this soup to Fourth Prince."

Liu Qingqing smiled brightly. "Please, but don't let Fourth Prince know that I sent it. Otherwise, I'm afraid that... He may not drink this soup."

"I understand..."

The servant bowed to Liu Qingqing and retreated.

The smile on Liu Qingqing's face gradually disappeared; she lightly pursed her lips and gazed at the departing servant.

This matter had come to this point. There was no turning back.

She took one last look in the direction of the servant, turned around, walked toward the courtyard, and gradually disappeared under the sunlight.

***

Murong Qing sat in the study room, rubbing his temples. A book was placed in front of him, and he was reading it very seriously.

The study room door was pushed open, and the servant came in with a bowl of soup.

Murong Qing said without raising his head, "Just put it here."

Upon hearing this, the servant put the soup down and turned around to leave.

After she left, the study room was quiet again.

Murong Qing was in a bad mood these days because of Liu Qingqing and had even shut himself in the study room, not taking even a single step out of his room.

He was a little thirsty from reading the book and suddenly thought about the soup on the table.

The soup was still a little warm. He poured himself a small portion and sipped it gently.

The soup today tasted a little strange, but he could not seem to quite put a finger on what was off. It was also not quite the same as usual.

He thought the people working in the kitchen might have used a new recipe perhaps.

Murong Qing did not think much about it. He drank all of the soup.

When the soup entered his belly, Murong Qing felt his heart was a bit hot and it felt as if something was stinging his heart; a feeling that made him no longer able to focus on reading.

He clenched his hand tightly around his chest. It was so painful, making it difficult even to breathe.

Suddenly, he spurted a mouthful of blood to the ground.

'It hurts…'

Murong Qing became so weak and gradually fell to the ground. His breathing grew heavy, his throat was hurt, and his vision became blurry.

At that moment, a delicate and beautiful small face emerged in his mind.

'If I die today…

'I'll never have the chance to see Maiden Xia Xia again.'

And he could no longer see the smile that brightened his life.

He had driven everyone out of the study room and did not allow anyone to enter.

Now, he choked when he wanted to open his mouth to shout for help. He grabbed his chest tightly and wanted to call for help, but he failed to do so.

He then turned and saw the bowl of soup on the table.

Murong Qing trembled and reached out his hand, took the soup bowl, and smashed it to the ground hard.

Murong Qing did not allow anyone to come in and disturb him, but there were still guards outside the study room.

The sound of the shattered bowl caught the attention of the guards outside.

The guards rushed in and saw Murong Qing collapsing to the ground. All of them were shocked and panicking.

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