Since listening to what Yang Yexue said, Xia Yimeng has been sullen, and when he eats, he has lost his usual passion, and he doesn't know what he is thinking.

After dinner, Xia Yimeng and Mu Linghan should also return to the palace with Mu Linghan, and she was even more unhappy at the thought of going to that strange place again.

The people of Xia Mansion saw that Xia Yimeng's mood was low, so they specially comforted her a few words before getting into the carriage, while Xia An stood aside and watched her leave quietly.

"What's wrong with you, you've been depressed since you met that Miss Yang." Xia Yimeng didn't say a word to him from the moment he got into the carriage, just quietly looked at the street scene outside the window, which was too different from usual, which made Mu Linghan very worried.

"It's nothing, it's just a little tired." Xia Yimeng withdrew her gaze from the window and smiled at him, her smile looked particularly sad in the dim carriage.

Mu Linghan leaned closer to the side where she was sitting, and then reached out and hugged her into his arms: "If you are sleepy, rely on me to rest for a while, and I will call you when you get to the palace." ”

Xia Yimeng leaned on Mu Linghan's broad chest, smelling the unique fragrance of orchids on his body, but in his heart he felt that there were thousands of mountains and rivers between the two people.

"Have you ever really liked someone?" Xia Yimeng asked slowly with his eyes closed.

Mu Linghan reached out and stroked her hair that was scattered on her back, and after a moment of silence, he returned softly: "You are the first woman I really like." ”

Some things are better than never knowing, if Xia Yimeng didn't know that he had a childhood sweetheart he loved, then she would definitely be moved to tears by this sentence at this moment, instead of being full of disgust and ridicule.

"She was only 17 years old when she died, and I heard that after her death, King Cheng married three sixteen or seventeen-year-old women one after another, which shows that King Cheng has always been obsessed with her." Yang Yexue's last words have been in her ears, Xia Yimeng knows what she wants to express, Mu Linghan married her just because her age is similar to that woman's death, plus it is suitable to be a princess from a famous family.

What's the use of finding more people who look alike, the person he really loves is dead, so why deceive himself.

"Little dream, we're home." Mu Linghan called softly in her ear.

In fact, she didn't fall asleep, she just didn't want to talk to him anymore, she needed time to adjust her mentality, at first she firmly believed that Mu Linghan didn't marry her because of love, but after getting along for a few days, she gradually felt that Mu Linghan loved her deeply, until today after listening to Yang Yexue's words, she knew that this qiē was just her own affection, in his heart, she was no different from those side concubines, if she had to find out the difference, that is, she was younger and more like the woman he loved.

Mu Linghan saw that she was sleeping peacefully, so he didn't call her again, but gently carried her out of the carriage and walked towards King Cheng's mansion.

Xia Yimeng felt that she was being put on the soft bed, Mu Linghan took off her skirt lightly and covered her with a quilt, she turned over and left her back to Mu Linghan.

After a long time, Xia Yimeng didn't feel that someone was lying down beside her, so she turned around and inspected the house, and found that Mu Linghan was not in the room at all.

After being surprised, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, because she knew that Mu Linghan's martial arts were definitely not worse than her, and she could notice it when ordinary people walked, but today Mu Linghan left the room and she didn't hear a sound, which showed that his martial arts were not as bad as herself