Yingqian touched his chin.

Thought for a moment.

He looked at Michael with hesitation and hesitation.

The same scene lasted for nearly ten minutes.

Michael sighed softly and looked back at Yingqian firmly with his gentle light brown eyes.

"Queen, you can ask me any questions you want answered."

"Then I'll just ask."

Yingqian immediately cheered up.

He came closer to Michael and asked curiously:

"Your father, did you know that your fiancée was like this before?"

she thought.

He is the most clueless father.

Nor would he push his own child, who is like ice and snow, into the mire with his own hands.

Michael and Pulin are not from the same world at all.

"Probably, I don't know."

Michael blinked slowly.

Long slender fingers quietly ran through Ying Qian's hair.

The rose fragrance that belonged to her immediately wrapped around his fingertips.

Soft and lingering.

Like a silent kiss.

For some reason, this idea popped into his mind.

in the next second.

Michael recalled the sick Yingqian.

He clearly looked the palest and weakest.

Those lips.

But it's still as red as blood.

"Hello."

Yingqian raised her hand and waved it in front of Michael's eyes.

"What are you thinking about? Your father or your fiancée?"

Maybe he just showed his true nature in front of Michael.

She didn't stop being so polite.

Anyway, with the little prince’s diamond-like heart.

Even Yingqian can't taint him.

As for favorability...

Is there any room left to drop?

Don't know why either.

It was quite difficult to increase Michael's favor.

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about the banquet tonight and what else I haven't prepared yet."

He raised the corners of his lips.

The sound was like broken ice falling to the ground.

Clear and nice to listen to.

Ying Qian raised her eyebrows and nodded unequivocally.

Picking up a piece of cake, she was about to bite it when she saw the head maid hurried in the door.

Her face was full of anxiety, and as soon as she saw Yingqian, she shouted:

"Queen, the king's situation just now doesn't seem to be good!"

"Then why did you come to me?" Yingqian bit into the cake and said vaguely, "I'm not a doctor."

She almost had her coldness written on her face.

I didn't even feel the slightest bit sad about this news.

The head maid was stunned, as if she didn't expect Ying Qian to be so heartless.

She is the king's wife!

I really can't bear it.

The head maid asked:

"Don't you care about His Majesty at all?"

But Yingqian still had no reaction.

The head maid could only turn her eyes to Michael for help.

"Your Highness..."

"You go back first, I'll wait... then go over to visit my father."

"yes."

The head maid then left.

Before leaving, he gave Yingqian a hard look.

It's like I just realized it.

What a heartless, cruel and cruel woman she is.

But what's really baffling.

It's Yingqian.

The king fell ill on his wedding day.

What kind of relationship can I have with her?

Don't mind the country's affairs.

It would be extremely hypocritical to run to the hospital bed and pretend to shed tears.

He looked at Yingqian with an indifferent expression.

A complicated light flashed in Michael's eyes.

He got up.

Walked behind Yingqian.

Then he bent down and asked in a very soft voice:

"Queen, you don't love him, do you?"

Yingqian raised his head.

Likewise, he lowered his voice.

"Michael, I know you're sad, but..."

She hasn't finished speaking yet.

Another maid ran through the door.

This one had a more panicked look on his face.

"It's not good! Your Majesty the Queen! Something happened to Princess Pulin!"

It's really ten minutes of free time, and I don't even plan to give it to her.

Yingqian rolled his eyes and asked angrily:

"She is also critically ill?"

The maid was stunned for a moment, shook her head, and said stiffly:

"No, but Princess Pulin... you'd better go and see for yourself!"

"Don't worry."

Ying Qian stood up slowly, showing no signs of being anxious at all.
To be continued...