Chapter 74: Hug (2)
The five words "assassination of the Regent" entered Duanmu Lei's mind, and instantly stunned him completely. His hands and feet became weak and he dared not move at all.
Wei Ning had never thought that she would have the honor of leaning on the arms of the powerful Regent, let alone allowing him to hold her so intimately in public.
He took the initiative to hug her, but she didn't move her hands at all...
The fourteen-year-old prince was like a petite doll in the arms of the adult regent, his little face barely pressed against his chest, listening to his slightly disordered heartbeat.
A faint fragrance emanated from his body, a little bit sweet. It was not any kind of incense, but a natural body odor, a little astringent, but enough to arouse people's hearts.
Mu Zihan was stunned. This was the first time he felt such an uncertain aura from someone close to him.
He is used to controlling everything, and no one can escape from his control. That is a kind of confidence and dominance that comes from holding the whole world in his hands.
It's a habit.
However, this atmosphere of uncertainty now caused his heart, which seemed to be forever calm, to fluctuate slightly.
Although it is an extremely small fluctuation, the butterfly effect can trigger another kind of emotional landslide tsunami...
Wei Ning moved and tried to break free, but the hand around her waist exerted a little force, an overbearing force preventing her from leaving.
What is this about?
At this moment, Qin Feng hurried into the council hall with a serious expression, as if he had discovered some important information and wanted to report it to the Regent immediately.
But as soon as he walked in, he saw many secret guards pressing Duanmu Lei's head to the ground, and there seemed to be a murderous atmosphere!
But when he looked up, he saw an even more mysterious scene.
Who was that little fellow held in the arms of their wise and godlike regent?
Looking sideways, that delicate pink little face is so cute.
Huh? Why does it look familiar?
Depend on!
Isn’t that the prince?
Qin Fengsheng is tall and strong. Although he may not be strong and muscular, he definitely has the physique of a basketball player. With a suit of armor on, he looks very majestic.
But now he rubbed his eyes several times in a funny way to make sure that he was not dazzled.
"Your Majesty." After watching it several times and knowing it was indeed real, Qin Feng swallowed his saliva. In order to show his professional soldier qualities, he quickly stood up straight and spoke seriously.
But I still stuttered accidentally...
Mu Zihan's expression was so profound, so profound that no one could see the emotions in his eyes, let alone guess them.
No one dared to speculate about him, as that would be a suicidal act.
"What's wrong?" He calmly released his hand from Wei Ning's slender waist, although he was still a little reluctant to part with the faint fragrance on her body.
Wei Ning was also a very calm person. He turned around and stood still, as if nothing had happened.
Her face doesn't turn red and her heart doesn't beat fast, and her little face always looks expressionless.
With a quick glance, he saw Qin Feng holding two leaves and a thumb-sized sword with a sharp and thin blade like a cicada's wing.
My heart skipped a beat and I vaguely felt that something was wrong.
Having followed the Regent for many years, Qin Feng was accustomed to big scenes, so he quickly calmed down.
"Reporting to the prince, I have conducted a thorough investigation into Duan Muxue's murder and asked the coroner to examine it carefully. I found that the weapon and method used to kill Duan Muxue were the same as those used to kill Princess Heqing's men."
