Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

At that time, she just thought about it, since it was His Highness's arrangement, there shouldn't be any problem.

She didn't expect that the experience would fail.

Feng Qian lowered her eyelashes, "Your Highness didn't tell me."

The girl's voice was cute, and she felt a little self-blame.

Pursing his lower lip lightly, Feng Qian raised his head to look at the main god.

"My lord, can you tell me the reason for your Highness's failure in training? Is it because I haven't completed the task well, dealt with the hidden dangers of the crime domain, or...something else?"

The Lord God looked at Feng Qian.

The voice was neither cold nor cold: "The reason is not with you, but it is with you."

The Lord God's words made Feng Qian stunned again.

The lord god didn't play tricks with Feng Qian either, there was nothing to hide about this matter, he was different from Mu Yan.

"Originally, the experience went very smoothly, and his mark of the main god is about to be fully lit."

After a pause, the Lord God continued: "At the last moment, he woke up. The induction between the soul fragment and the main body made him feel the pain of the soul fragment, and also your pain."

"So, for you, in order to prevent you from suffering, and in order for the soul fragments to spend their entire lives with you in the small plane, he gave up the opportunity to succeed the Lord God. That's why what happened later."

But in any case, failure is failure, a foregone conclusion.

After all, Mu Yan failed to succeed the Lord God.

Sin Yu has been busy for a long time, although it has suffered a lot, but from a certain point of view, it is equivalent to successfully preventing Mu Yan from successfully practicing.

As for Feng Qian's protection, it also lost its original meaning to a certain extent.

Feng Qian never thought that His Highness would give up the position of Lord God for her sake.

She was a little dazed, her lips moved, and her voice was soft: "... Your Highness, is he alright?"

"Right now, he should be fusing the memories of the soul fragments."

The Lord God replied without emotion.

He paused for a moment and raised his hand slightly.

After being enveloped by divine power, Feng Qian heard the main god sigh, "Forget it, I'll send you to find him."

…

The divine power dissipated, and Feng Qian landed on his toes.

Yingying's white light disappeared around her body, turning into light spots and dissipating in the air.

After not returning to God's Domain for a long time, the surrounding scenery was a little strange, but it was still picturesque.

Feng Qian was in front of a villa at the moment.

The door is not closed, it is open.

She lifted her foot and walked over, her fingertips landed on the door, and gently pushed it open.

With a soft creak, Feng Qian pushed the door open and walked in.

As she got closer, she could feel His Highness's aura, which became stronger and stronger.

Feng Qian approached following his breath, and finally stopped in front of a door.

She raised her hand, put her fingertips on the doorknob, and looked down slightly.

A chill came down his fingertips, thinking that he was about to see His Highness in person, for some reason, Feng Qian was also a little nervous.

Before the mission, she had only met His Highness a few times.

The most recent meeting with His Royal Highness was in the space of the main god. Later, the soul was temporarily condensed, and the complete soul came to the small plane.

But at this moment, there are more worries about His Highness than this nervousness.

Without hesitation, Feng Qian pushed open the door.

The curtains in the bedroom were not drawn, and the light was slightly dim.

Feng Qian held the door frame and walked in slowly.

She walked very lightly, trying not to make a sound, when she looked up, she saw the boy lying on the white sheet.

The light was very dim, but His Highness seemed to be able to glow.

Porcelain white complexion, set off by bright red lips, everything seems to be impeccable.

He lay there so still, so peaceful, like a sleeping angel, that the sight of him would make a man feel blasphemously guilty.