Duanmu Nan looked at the silent Li Qingmu, his gaze flickered slightly, and his heart was inexplicably horrified!
It was actually Daliang's secret medicine, so, he...
He turned around and looked at the person beside him who had already fallen into a coma. Her brows furrowed even in her sleep, and a crystal tear hung at the corner of her eye, adding a layer of charm.
Duanmu Nan's heart skipped a beat.
Perhaps, this is a chance given by heaven?
If someone wants to take Li Qingmu away, then... why can't he give himself a chance?
If it weren't for him, what would happen to Yue'er?
This thought flashed by and, after a moment's hesitation, Duanmu Nan silently took one last look at Li Qingmu, picked up Long Yue, and resolutely turned to leave.
"A Mu, I'm sorry..."
...
Lixiu Palace.
Consort Li interlocked her fingers and paced back and forth in irritation.
