The Empress Behind the Veil
Chapter 801 How's It Going?
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The bodyguards that followed Prince Ping were a little heartless when they saw such a beautiful woman being tormented like that.
Only Ji Xingfeng was still acting like nothing had happened along the way, her face was icy cold, already like a snow-covered mountain for a thousand years.
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That night, the group finally stopped. After descending from the carriage of the horse carriage, Ye Wushuang seemed to have just been freed from hell. Facing a group of rude men, Ye Wushuang who was a weak woman had absolutely no intention of joining them, Ye Wushuang drank the water with the origin then went somewhere a bit far away from them to look for the river.
Fortunately, the moonlight was very bright, and around it was a lowland, so there was absolutely no barrier, Ye Wushuang then found a river.
Ye Wushuang crouched down and washed her face with river water, the water was icy cold, this strange feeling was really hard to express, instantly instantly eliminating the sluggishness and discomfort in the morning.
Right now the extremely happy Ye Wushuang immediately took off her hair accessories, letting her long, dense hair down.
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During these few days they were constantly traveling, their entire bodies were already filled with dust. Since Ye Wushuang was uncomfortable to take a bath, she could only wash her hair.
When the cold water droplets hit his head, Ye Wushuang hummed cheerfully while washing her beautiful hair. Right now, perhaps the most relaxed and comfortable moment for him in these few days, Ye Wushuang really appreciated him a lot.
On the other hand, the tall and steadfast shadow figure that hurriedly approached was slightly dumbfounded when such a scene occurred.
Ever since Ye Wushuang left secretly, herself thinking Ye Wushuang wanted to escape, she followed along the way, it turned out that Ye Wuhsuang was just looking for a source of water to wash her hair.
If at this moment Ji Xingfeng held a brush, then she would definitely draw this beautiful figure before her without hesitation.
This extremely beautiful, natural and clear beauty was a thousand times better than when she saw Zhao Xueyan for the first time.
Ji Xingfeng never thought she would be so fascinated on Qin Ruchen's face. It used to be that woman who made him lose everything, making him betrayed by Zhao Xueyan.
Ji Xingfeng tried hard to calm her turbulent heart, but that pair of black eyes instead still could not return to her senses.
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After about half an hour had passed, Ye Wushuang finally finished washing her beautiful hair. Because long hair did not dry easily, and again this at night, Ye Wushuang was forced to just walk around in the moonlight.
His mind immediately recalled back to the time 2 years ago when he was at Wuyou Castle. It had been a long time since Ye Wushuang had not allowed herself to recall past events, but today Ye Wushuang could no longer hold herself back when she saw such a beautiful moonlight.
It's been 2 years, it doesn't feel like 2 years he's gone. Min’er should be 13 years old, a few more days it looks like Min’er will be a birthday… Did Min’er still keep the princess dress given by her at that time?? Even if it is stored, it seems that it can no longer be used. Now Min’er should have become a very beautiful girl, right?
While he... how is he? Ye Wushuang's eyes dimmed, there was a hint of sadness that appeared in the eyes, in the end the gaze was calm again.
She might have been married to the Princess of Bei Country, she was the ruler of Wuyou City and also the daughter-in-law of the Bei Country, truly of a very grand status, she was the ruler of Wuyou City and also the daughter-in-law of the Bei Country, is it possible that the man still remembers that he had such a sweet past with her being so ugly?
Some memories are like the tides of an ombat, so crashing that it really cannot be controlled. Ye Wushuang thought while walking around, suddenly Ye Wushuang looked back and only realized that she had walked so far.
