"Some things are not as simple as you know..." Mu Chenxiao's eyes slowly opened, staring at Feng Qingcheng, and there was a cold and cold in his eyes: "If you want to know the causes and consequences of all things... then cure me..."

Feng Qingcheng took a step back with caution: "Mu Chenxiao, do you know? You always give people the feeling that they are so skilled in calculating and skillful in strategy. Why do I feel like everything you say is a deep and bottomless trap? What exactly do you want to do?"

Her voice paused, and the solemn intention in her eyes suddenly appeared, and she looked at him solemnly: "What exactly are you looking for when you come to the palace?"

"Looking for evidence that your father is still alive..." Mu Chenxiao said calmly without hesitation: "Of course, part of the reason why I did this is for you, but in the end, I am still for myself..."

"I need Feng Chongtian... Even if he dies, I still need his heaven to restore my king's country..."

Feng Qingcheng sat down in the chair slowly, and the candlelight behind her jumped, but it blocked the expression on her face from afar.

"Your country?"

"Do you think my father, as the prince, died young and died without illness, is normal?" Mu Chenxiao suddenly sneered: "I don't need to tell you about such a thing in detail, right?"

Feng Qingcheng's heart suddenly jumped, and Mu Chenxiao actually wanted to tell her such a secret matter?

"Do you know who told me about such doubts?" Mu Chenxiao's eyes flashed with this luster, and he was aggressively pressing against the jumping of the candlelight.

This tone made Feng Qingcheng's heart sank quietly: "Is it my father?"

"Yes..." Mu Chenxiao's sharp lips had a clear coldness: "And he died on the battlefield after he talked to me about this matter... Do you think this is normal?"

"Why do you want to tell me this?" Feng Qingcheng's lips raised, his eyes were far-reaching: "According to my understanding, you don't seem to be a person who easily reveals the true secrets and emotions."

Mu Chenxiao's eyes were shocked and his smile was bewitched: "Yes, I can't explain such a thing... Why is this easy for me to leak secrets in front of you? Only those with armor can better protect themselves..."

"But you seemed to have removed such a layer of armor in front of me..." Feng Qingcheng's deep eyes were filled with a quiet coolness: "It is because of your trust in my father that your heart was not too much defense or fear of me at the beginning..."

"Maybe..." Mu Chenxiao's eyes were filled with fatigue and lonely coldness: "When Feng Chongtian, whom I rely most, came to the battlefield to die in battle, I felt that I needed a strong backing to temporarily protect me from the path of my father and your father..."

Feng Qingcheng's eyes suddenly fell on the ghost mask beside him: "So you chose it?"
Chapter completed!