Watching them leave, the Third Princess Murong Jie, who usually stayed unnoticed, had a glimr of admiration in her clear eyes.
She had always revered the Sixth Prince, and now his words made her feel even more respect and admiration for him. Saying whatever needed to be said without ever resorting to underhanded tactics, such a person was truly a real man!
By this point, Murong Jie felt there was no need to stay any longer. Being here even for a mont more would make her feel utterly uncomfortable.
Thus, she turned to the Fifth Prince Murong Ze, who was born of the sa womb, and said: "Brother Five, shall we also leave?"
Because the Third Princess and Fifth Prince were born in the sa birth, their relationship was closer compared to siblings born of the sa mother.
The Fourth Prince Murong Qing coldly observed everything. Today’s events had occurred so suddenly that he still found them hard to believe. His mother had been demoted to the Cold Palace, and to his greater disbelief, Murong Yun’s position as Crown Prince hadn’t even been secured before he was dethroned.
Though he had once begrudged him for not giving them room to live, they were all like grasshoppers on the sa string. Murong Yun ending up like this wasn’t a good thing for him either. He had thought about offering comfort, but he feared it would be perceived as kicking soone when they’re down. After pondering for a long ti, he could only say,
"Since there is nothing left, I too shall take my leave."
When almost everyone had left, only Murong Ru, collapsed in distress, and Murong Yun, sitting on a chair seemingly indifferent but in reality coldly terrifying, remained in the banquet hall.
Murong Ru watched as each sibling left, with none even daring to say a word of comfort for her, as if she were non-existent. Without even a glance in her direction, they walked past. Her heart felt empty and lifeless, and she looked at Murong Yun with deep unease and terror, silently lowering her head and sincerely apologizing.
"Brother, Elder Brother, I’m sorry. Today, it was all my fault. If it weren’t for , your position as Crown Prince and Mother’s sufferings in confinent could have been avoided. I’m sorry, everything, everything is my fault, but I really don’t know why it turned out this way. I’ve never desired that title, but I don’t know why it just slipped out. I’m sorry!" She then began to cry, feeling wronged throughout.
At this mont, where was the arrogance and haughtiness Murong Ru had initially?
Her decorated hairpin was loosened, and her exquisite makeup had turned to a ss due to tears. Her clothes had beco wrinkled inadvertently, illustrating her utter disarray. Eyes that once glead with dazzling starlight now dimly drooped. She sat quietly on the cold ground, oblivious to the palace maid attempting to help her up.
She thought that only by acting this way could she sohow atone for the catastrophe she caused, but she was mistaken.
Murong Yun quietly lifted his gaze, observing his sister, who had now lost any semblance of decorum. Instantly filled with annoyance and anger, he had cursed her thousands of tis in his heart, but had the outco changed? No!
He was tempted to hit her, but would it help? Not only wouldn’t it help, but it could also ruin the reputation he had painstakingly built. Surrounding them were spies from various palaces, and any wrong move ant perpetual ruin for him. So, no matter his gritted teeth and fury, what could be done?
He could only pull his lips into a forced smile, filled with irritation and exasperation, as he shouted at Murong Ru.
"Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and leave! I don’t want to see you now. Go!"
Murong Yun’s scolding was filled with repression and discomfort. Murong Ru, frightened by his intimidation, grew pale and burst into uncontrollable tears.
Murong Yun was truly agitated. Hoping to take advantage of the quiet, he beca further infuriated upon hearing her cries, and angrily swung his sleeve before striding away.
Seeing her brother leave, Murong Ru, ignoring her already numbed legs, hurriedly rose and ran a few steps before cramping up and collapsing again. She watched Murong Yun’s retreating figure and anxiously shouted.
"Brother, Elder Brother, don’t leave. If you leave, I will truly have no reliance. Brother, I’m wrong. I will never speak out of turn again, I dare not. Please, co back, at least say sothing to !"
Her helpless cries, echoing through the quiet palace, seed abrupt and awkward. Despite this, the wounded person didn’t turn back for a glance, and there she lay on the cold ground, all the way until late night!
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