Chapter 19

Luo Huanghun had never expected the divorce to go so smoothly. It was only when she went to share the news with Murong Feng that she learned something had happened to him.

Because Murong Feng had spoken out of turn in the Great Hall, Prime Minister Ren seized the opportunity to impeach him, and he was thrown into prison.

Although it wasn’t a major crime, the fact that the Prince of Guangling was being prosecuted sent the court into a state of turmoil, with everyone fearing for their own safety.

Upon hearing the news, Bai Zhi immediately returned to discuss countermeasures, and after consulting with her father and brother, Luo Huanghun decided to lobby on Murong Feng’s behalf.

Petitions speaking in his defense flooded into the palace one after another. At the same time, reports of unrest at the border arrived, leaving the Emperor in a dilemma.

Luo Huanghun was deeply worried. With the help of the man in white and Bai Zhi, she successfully entered the prison.

Murong Feng sat with his back to the door, as steady as a mountain. He turned his head upon hearing Luo Huanghun’s footsteps.

“Why did you come here? Is this how Bai Zhi does her job?” Murong Feng frowned, his handsome face covered in frost, looking every bit like the god of war who could stop a child from crying at night.

“I wanted to see you.” Luo Huanghun smiled faintly. Murong Feng beckoned her over helplessly; he knew her well—she appeared gentle, but she was incredibly determined.

The prison was filthy, so he pulled her onto his lap.

“I wanted to tell you myself: I have the divorce papers. I am free.”

A flash of joy crossed Murong Feng’s eyes, and he gripped her hand tightly. “I have to head to the front lines in a few days. I might not be able to say goodbye properly. Wait for me to return.”

When Murong Feng spoke of the expedition, he didn’t ask her to pledge herself to him this time.

Luo Huanghun didn’t speak, only squeezed his hand. “You had already made arrangements before you returned, hadn’t you?”

How could things be such a coincidence? The moment trouble hit Murong Feng, there was unrest at the border. With his tactical mind, he wouldn’t have returned just to die.

He must have made similar preparations in his past life, too—it was just a pity he still died to schemes and plots.

Luo Huanghun’s nose suddenly stung. She gripped his clothes, looked up at him, and said, word for word: “You must return. Return to marry me.”

Murong Feng’s eyes burned with intensity. He cupped the back of her head and kissed her deeply.

It was a kiss that seemed to use up all his strength.