Murong An waved his hand and asked the girls to stand up, turned around and followed Rong Yanran. Seeing that Hexiang was about to follow, he glared back fiercely.

The two of them had a clear purpose and soon arrived at the big garden of the Prime Minister's Mansion. It was very quiet, with only the colorful leaves falling occasionally. The flowers that once bloomed were no longer so lively, and even the fragrant osmanthus seemed a little lonely.

"Ninth Prince, please say anything if you have anything to say." Rong Yanran took the lead in breaking the silence and stopped. In the huge garden, there were only two of them, and even the cleaning servants could not be seen. She had to avoid suspicion because Murong Xuan was a jealous jar that was easy to overturn.

Murong An's eyes were covered with a thin layer of sadness and helplessness. He wanted to raise the corners of his mouth, but he couldn't smile: "Does the Seventh Prince really love you?" After a long time, he asked casually.

His question made Rong Yanran a little confused, and his clear eyes clearly said, "Is this a question necessary?"

Murong An's eyes were even more sad, and he said softly: "The Seventh Emperor has been in love with Rong Yanran, the sixth lady of the Prime Minister's family for many years, and are you her?"

He said lightly, but like a cold current brushing across Rong Yanran. She looked at Murong An's eyes, which had always been confused and affectionate, and asked him in a low, almost unaudible voice: "What do you know?"

At that moment, Murong An completely confirmed what he thought and said slowly: "When fighting in the north, I saved a soldier. He had obviously stopped breathing, but he came back to life. After waking up, he became a little different. Sometimes his behavior was a bit like you. I was strange in my heart. Later, he told me that he was not the original person, he was the soul of another person. Are you, the real Rong Yanran? Who are you?"

Seeing him say so calmly, Rong Yanran's heart, which was beating nervously just now, was a little quieter. He guessed her identity, and he didn't show so panic. The fear of being treated as a monster also dissipated a lot. "I am indeed not the prime minister's daughter, but another person. My name is Rong Yanran, and I look very similar to my current body." She tried to state this matter with ease and even a little humorous, but she couldn't feel relaxed. So let it continue to be heavy.

"If the Seventh Emperor Brother knew that he would love you?" Murong An asked again, please forgive his selfishness. He did not want her to live in the shadow of the prime minister's daughter. He hoped that she would be himself, and he did not want his blood to flow out of nothing. He longed for her to repay him with love.

Yes, will Murong Xuan accept her? Will he face it like this after knowing the truth? He often mentioned how simple and kind Rong Yanran was when he was a child, which made him fall in love with her for ten years. She firmly believed that Murong Xuan also loved her now, but if she had not traveled to this body, how could she be anxious with him? After all, he appeared as Luo Ziheng, just to follow the person he loved, Rong Yanran, the daughter of the Prime Minister. If he knew that he was just possessing that person's body, would he still love himself like he is now? Will he?

This question is like a curse. She once did not think about it and dared not think about it. At this moment, when Murong An put it directly in front of her, she soon felt chill all over and couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Chapter completed!