Yan Zhongzhe secretly stared at Mu Ningfu with hatred.

After the meeting ended, King's Landing hurriedly rushed to the meeting with the vice president of North America, and Mu Ningfu did not accompany him.

Sitting alone in the private bedroom of the state guest garden, Mu Ningfu made a phone call to Gan Mo, the personal trainer of her previous life, in the Shanti Palace, that is, the most trusted chief of the guard of Princess Shanti during her lifetime.

After a long blind voice, no one answered, Mu Ningfu sighed.

Gan Mo grew up with Mu Ningfu, serving as a personal bodyguard and coach in Muay Thai, shooting and Malay martial arts.

The phone couldn't get through, and Mu Ningfu was a little worried, afraid that Gan Mo had been poisoned by Ye Yao, or Rui Qian's plot.

In this way, after dressing up in the evening, Mu Ningfu followed the president and his party to the Xiangti Palace, where she had lived for more than 20 years in her previous life, to attend the memorial banquet before the funeral of Princess Lingfu.

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In the splendid Shanti Palace, Mu Ningfu walked at the back, and only felt that there was a feeling of a ghost returning home.

The arrival of the Far Eastern President has caused quite a stir, and his appearance has won the attention of people from all walks of life in the East and the West.

Mu Ningfu stood beside the president, and King's Landing glanced at her sideways.

This time, she did not wear black-framed glasses, and avoided showing her South Asian temperament, wearing a white tight-fitting Vietnamese Ao Dai cheongsam, and deliberately sprayed a layer of strong-smelling Lancôme miracle to cover up the agarwood.

"General Yeyao Zongka and Princess Ruiqian have arrived!" The honor guard announced, and the guests applauded.

Mu Ningfu took a deep breath and subconsciously touched the women's pistol tied to the inside of Ao Dai's cheongsam pants, the cold metal brought her a nervous sense of revenge.

Because Rui Qian is here.

Rui Qian, Rui Qian, I'm back, not as a dead person, but alive, you can't think of it......

Rui Qian, the nine knives you gave me, I will remember each knife for you.......

Mu Ningfu hid in the crowd and applauded, seeing her sister, who had been pulling her eldest sister since she was ten years old, presided over her funeral on behalf of the country as the quasi-heir to the throne of the Shanti Palace.

Dressed in black clothes and black skirts, combing a lady's bun, wearing a black top hat and mesh veil, slightly high cheekbones, and a pale face, tonight's Rui Qian, as delicate as ever, is too delicate and cool to breathe, I see pity, which can arouse men's desire to protect the most.

Mu Ningfu only felt that the bones all over her body were trembling.

Rui Qian, Ye Yao, tonight is also your time of death...... Or rather, the death of the three of us.

The three of us grew up together, and dying at my funeral is the best place for you two silver wives......

Ye Yao helped Rui Qian to the stage, and the whole world didn't know what only Mu Ningfu knew, behind her slim black dress, she was pregnant - pregnant with her fiancé's child.

Mu Ningfu's eyes were red, and the flames of revenge gradually raised her body temperature, causing her to breathe disorderly, and she was heard clearly by the king landing beside her.

She...... On the verge of losing control.......

Everything seems to confirm the speculation of King's Landing.

Under the cover of the guests, the king of the world subconsciously squeezed her little hand, and at the moment when the dignitaries from all over the world applauded towards Rui Qian.

And Rui Qian, as the heir of the Shanti royal family, stepped onto the rostrum and began to make a eulogy for her sister's death, which made people cry.

"As we all know, 18 years ago, my mother, Princess Shanti, died at the hands of the Mekong drug lord Nu Kang in order to save me, and my sister, in the next 18 years, raised me, she is not only my sister, but also my mother, I love her...... I love her so much......."