My Highness Hears My Thoughts, And Still Plays Along Chapter 429 - 410: The Head Has Returned!

"Little Princess? Is that the Little Princess who was conferred the title of Princess Fanghua by the Emperor? She’s co to the capital too?"

"Indeed! Prince Jiangling’s love for the late Queen was as deep as the sea, touching heaven and earth. After the Queen’s passing, the Prince never remarried, and there hasn’t been a single concubine in the residence. Over the years, there’s only been the Little Princess under his knee."

"Prince Jiangling is truly a rare devoted man in this world! Future generations will surely speak of this as a beautiful story!"

"What a pity! The Prince didn’t co! Sigh! I missed the chance to witness Prince Jiangling’s magnificence! But, if I can catch a glimpse of the Little Princess’s splendor, that would be sothing as well!"

"Are you kidding? That’s the Little Princess! A noble daughter of the Heavenly Family! You think you can see her just because you want to?"

"However, the Little Princess returned to the capital this ti for the Empress Dowager’s birthday, right? She probably won’t leave the capital for now, will she?"

"..."

Shen Mubai wasn’t interested in the topics everyone was eagerly discussing; he just wanted to see Yun Ran as soon as possible.

Looking at the dense crowd in front of him, his brow showed a hint of anxiety.

Yu Qingyan, seeing this, gently grabbed his sleeve and softly comforted him, "Mr. Shen, don’t worry. Miss Lin is blessed and will surely be fine."

Shen Mubai looked ahead, clearly sowhat absent-minded, "Hmm, I know."

Know? If you know, why do you look like an arrow on a bowstring, desperate to appear in front of her imdiately?

Yu Qingyan hid a fleeting cold look from her eyes and handed a water bottle to Shen Mubai, "Mr. Shen, you’ve been on the road for so long, have so water!"

"I’m not thirsty, you drink it."

Yu Qingyan’s grip on the water bottle unconsciously tightened a bit, her expression still soft and compliant, "Alright."

For a mont, the two stood in silence, each harboring their own thoughts.

...

In the quiet garden, Yun Ran nestled on a comfortable swing chair, basking in the morning sun and breeze, inhaling the faint fragrance of flowers, feeling lazy and cozy, almost falling asleep.

The sound of familiar footsteps approached, and Yun Ran slightly raised an eyebrow without opening her eyes, lazily asking, "Why have you co back again?"

"Afraid you’d miss too much, yearn until you fall ill, so I returned."

"..."

Hearing such a shaless reply, Yun Ran couldn’t help but roll her eyes internally, "Weren’t you going to kill Shen Mubai to keep him quiet? Why are you back so soon? Mission failed?"

"Finished."

"???!!!"

Upon hearing this, Yun Ran finally opened her eyes to look over, seeing the person holding a rosewood box the size of a palace lantern, wrapped in fabric, walking over with leisurely strides, a cold yet smug smile on his lips.

Seeing his expression, Yun Ran’s heart tightened inexplicably, her eyes falling on the box in his hand, a wild and bold guess suddenly erging in her mind.

"That, that... surely inside isn’t..."

The man raised an eyebrow, lifting the box in his hand with a sinister smile, "Exactly! Here lies the head of your forr love that you couldn’t let go of, brought back for you."

Yun Ran: "!!!"

[He, he, he, couldn’t really have...]

"Head! Brought back the head! Brought back the head!"

Suddenly, a sharp and loud voice rose from the wind, startling Yun Ran. Listening closely, the sound was actually coming from the box in Nangong Mo’s hand.

Yun Ran slightly widened her eyes, staring unblinkingly at the box, "This, this? Inside is... a bird?"