Luo Huanghun never thought the divorce would go so smoothly. When she went to tell Murong Feng the news, she learned he was in trouble.
Murong Feng, for speaking out of turn in court, had been impeached by the Prime Minister and thrown into prison.
Although it wasn’t a major crime, for the Prince of Guangling to be imprisoned sent shockwaves through the court—everyone was on edge.
As soon as Bai Zhi heard, she rushed back to discuss countermeasures. Luo Huanghun, after consulting her father and brother, decided to do everything she could for Murong Feng.
Petitions in Murong Feng’s favor poured into the palace, and at the same time, there was unrest at the border, putting the emperor in a difficult position.
Worried, Luo Huanghun managed to sneak into the prison with the help of Bai Zhi and others.
Murong Feng sat with his back to the door, unmoving as a mountain, but turned when he heard her footsteps.
“What are you doing here? Is this how Bai Zhi does things?” Murong Feng frowned, his handsome face cold and stern—he truly looked like a fearsome demon.
“I wanted to see you.” Luo Huanghun smiled gently. Murong Feng, though she looked gentle, knew she was strong-willed.
The prison was filthy, so he had her sit on his lap.
“I wanted to tell you in person—I’ve got the divorce agreement. I’m free.”
A flash of joy appeared in Murong Feng’s eyes. He squeezed her hand tightly. “I’ll be heading to the front soon. I may not be able to say goodbye. Wait for me.”
When he mentioned going to war, he didn’t say anything about “offering himself” this time.
Luo Huanghun didn’t reply, only held his hand tighter. “You’ve already made all the arrangements before you leave, haven’t you?”
How could things line up so perfectly? As soon as Murong Feng was in trouble, the border flared up. With his cunning, he wouldn’t come back just to die.
He must have prepared, just as he had in his previous life—yet still died in the end, a victim of intrigue.
Luo Huanghun’s nose stung. She clutched Murong Feng’s clothes, looked up at him, and said, word by word, “You have to come back. Come back and marry me.”
Murong Feng’s gaze burned. He cupped the back of her head and kissed her deeply.
As if pouring all his strength into that kiss.