The wind was cold at night, and the new smell of the residual snow came to my face. Yuan Xuening tightened her black cloak collar and walked slowly along the corridor. Her personal bodyguard followed behind, not far or near.

The palace lantern swayed gently in the wind, illuminating this dim road, Yuan Xuening's face was hidden in the dark, dark and unclear.

"Oh my God, it's so cold."

She sighed faintly, looked at the person standing under the plum tree not far away, and smiled, "Isn't this Meng Shijun? Why are you here alone?"

Meng Ru was originally in a bad mood and didn't want to go so early, so she ran to a corner of the small garden. Seeing that the white plum blossoms were blooming well, she stood and watched for a while, but she didn't expect to meet King Ning.

His first reaction was not to salute, but to look around.

"Don't worry, there is no one here, I'll come here to relax, so do you?"

Meng Ru hesitated and stepped forward, bowed and said, "I have seen the prince."

"You are polite to Shijun Meng."

As he said that, Yuan Xuening walked down from the corridor, walked to Meng Ru, and looked up at the white plum on the tree, "Meng Shijun likes white plums? Haha, Your Majesty has always liked red plums, so most of the palaces are red plum trees. It is rare to see white plums, but I didn't expect there was a tree here."

Meng Ru kept a certain distance from her, and when she heard this, she just politely and distantly agreed: "I saw it by accident just now and felt it was fresh. Come and take a look. Since the prince has the pleasure of enjoying flowers, I will leave first."

As he said that, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Why--"

"What's the intimidation for Meng Shijun?"

Yuan Xuening said, giving his guard a look. The guard understood and nodded and stood on the road he must pass.

There is only one way to enter and exit in this small garden, so if the entrance is blocked, no one can come.

Meng Ru felt nervous when she saw the guard's actions.

Now no one knows that the relationship between King Ning and His Majesty is subtle, so who dares to easily get close to King Ning?

He took a step back and said seriously: "What is the intention of the prince? The banquet is about to start. It's time for me to go to Qunfang Hall."

Yuan Xuening snorted: "What are Meng Shijun so afraid of doing? Can you eat me if I can eat it?"

Meng Ru pursed her lips and stopped talking, and her body was slightly tense.

Seeing this, Yuan Xuening did not approach him, and stood with his hands behind his back and breathed a sigh of relief, "Actually, during the election, I took a fancy to Meng Shijun at first sight, but helplessly, Meng Shijun was chosen by His Majesty, and my thoughts were gone."

Meng Ru looked up at her in surprise, obviously not believing her words.

"You don't have to show such a look. Everyone has a love for beauty. My body is naturally not immune to the vulgarity."

Meng Ru adjusted her expression, lowered her head slightly, and her posture was soft, "I am honored by the prince's wrong love, but I am now your Majesty's person. Please respect yourself."

"Hahahaha--self-respect, you are really interesting. You know how to advance and retreat, and you have a sense of responsibility. I have read that right."

Meng Ru stared at Yuan Xuening tightly, wondering what she wanted to do.

Yuan Xuening's laughter came to an abrupt end, and his expression suddenly changed. He took a step forward and leaned over slightly. His deep and gloomy eyes fell on Meng Ru's face, "Meng Ru, your favor for you before was fake, right? Now that Your Majesty has Feng Jun's child, you are out of favor again, right?"

Meng Ru clasped her hands hanging down on her side, "You - what did you say about this?"
Chapter completed!