And after hearing what Xia Zi said, Xia Qingtian was bound to win this time, and people blocked and killed people, and Buddha blocked and killed Buddha.

At this time, if Xia Qingtian knew that she was a fake, she would be dead.

And Murong Xitian, he would be... Xia Ziluo suddenly felt chill all over.

No, she can't let go of her identity as the prime minister's daughter. Now only she can persuade Xia Qingtian to stop acting, fight for opportunities for Murong Xitian, and also buy time for her future escape.

After Xia Ziluo made up his mind, he got back to the carriage: "Hurry, turn around and return to the royal palace."

"Yes." The coachman waved his whip, and the loud whip fell, and the carriage immediately ran wildly.

Soon, the carriage arrived at the royal palace.

Xia Ziluo got out of the car quickly and headed straight to the study.

In the study, Murong Xitian reviewed the memorials, while looking into the courtyard from time to time, waiting for Xia Ziluo to return.

Suddenly, a tiny sound of footsteps came, and it sounded a little messy.

Murong Xitian suddenly raised his head, and when he saw the person he was young, he smiled with a bright smile: "Are you back?"

"Well, I'm back." Xia Ziluo walked into the room and tried hard to make himself look calm.

But Murong Xitian still noticed a strange thing, then raised his eyebrows slightly: "What's wrong? You haven't left for a while and you've returned so quickly. What happened?"

"Yes." Xia Ziluo sighed that Murong Xitian's eyes were like torch and could not hide anything from him.

She sniffed: "Don't mention it, my father is not sure if he is too old or confused, so he asked someone to drive me back halfway. So is my elder brother, it's just a minor illness..."

Xia Ziluo concealed the last words Xia Ziyan said to her.

"Your father is not a reckless person..." Xia Qingtian is not Xia Ziyan, he is an old fox, and he is so smart.

Murong Xitian lowered his eyebrows and thought, always feeling a little restless. Is something going to happen?

Xia Ziluo looked at Murong Xitian as if she was thinking about something. She didn't take advantage of his troubles to let go of Xia Qingtian's illness, that was a fool.

"Maybe people have a weird temper when they get old. Besides, people have times of being confused." Xia Ziluo deliberately yawned, "I'm so sleepy, I'm going back to rest."

Murong Xitian looked up with heartache, but found that there was no sign of fatigue on her face. The doting words that came to her lips were stuck in her throat. They couldn't get up or down, and it was very uncomfortable to get stuck with him.

Why did she avoid him?

It seemed that since she came back, her expression had become strange, as if she was afraid that he would ask something.

"You have something to hide from me?" Murong Xitian's gentle face as gentle as the spring breeze slowly cooled down, and his mood became gloomy.

Xia Ziluo shook his head guiltily and at the same rhythm as the rattle: "No, how is that possible? You are like this again and you always think about it and doubt me."

"Then why do you want to escape from me?" Murong Xitian didn't want to go around in circles, nor did he want to doubt Xia Ziluo and destroy the intimacy between him and her.

Asking her in this blunt way caught Xia Ziluo off guard.

"I..." Xia Ziluo wanted to speak but stopped, not knowing where to start.

Sure enough, she had something to hide from herself.

Could it be that Xia Ziluo is not fake as he thought? Her simplicity and beauty are all pretended to be?

No, that's not the case-

Murong Xitian felt unbearable pain in his throat: "Luoer, don't hide it from me."
Chapter completed!