"My lord, is there anything in the Seventh Prince's Mansion that is more important than Miss Jiang?" Ye Qi asked with a puzzled look.
Xiao Chengzhen glanced at the back of Murong Chi's departure, and touched his nose, "The word love is indeed troublesome."
After saying that, he left with a smile.
When Jiang Qingqing woke up, what caught her eye was the expressionless flower shadow sitting on the table.
After propping up her body, Hua Ying quickly helped her up and put a pillow behind her.
Then, silently poured a glass of water over.
The water temperature is neither cold nor hot, and the entrance is just right.
Hua Ying's temperament is so cold, but she is careful.
Jiang Qingqing drank a cup, handed it over, Huaying took it, and brought a handkerchief over.
"Hua Ying, where is Murong Chi?"
"My lord is back."
gone back
"What happened to Prince Qin's mansion?" Jiang Qingqing asked, looking at the time, it was already dark, didn't it mean that he would go back tomorrow
A look of embarrassment flashed across Hua Ying's face, and she shook her head, "It's okay."
Why is he in a hurry to go back
Don't you think it's troublesome for you
"Where's King Jing?"
"His Royal Highness King Jing has not left yet."
Jiang Qingqing's brows furrowed even more, her feelings went back on her own, and she left her to King Jing
He really can.
It wasn't because of him that she was hurt.
Even if you don't want to care, at least pretend to care.
Forget it, it's always me who is angry with him.
Hastily wiped the water stains on the corners of his lips, and said, "You don't have to guard me, go and rest."
"The lord ordered that his subordinates will keep watch over the young lady until they return to Jiang Mansion tomorrow."
Jiang Qingqing wanted to say something else, but looking at Hua Ying's icy face, her mind changed, "Since that's the case, you should listen to everything I say now, right?"
"Yes."
"Okay, then go out. Murong Chi has already gone back, so there will be no danger."
After he finished speaking, he put down the pillow, but couldn't fall asleep.
Huaying didn't say anything, and had to back out.
Until the middle of the night, Jiang Qingqing was awake.
What does Murong Chi mean
He kissed her inexplicably, and when she was at a loss, he left without saying a word.
Hot and cold, when what is she
Jiang Qingqing stayed up until the next day, when it was dawn, she fell asleep.
She didn't know that in the palace of the Prince of Qin, the candles burned all night, and the people inside also stayed there all night.
"My lord."
There was a knock on the door.
Murong Chi glanced at it, picked up the book on the table, and said, "Come in."
Yu Qian went in and knelt down halfway, "My lord, I have checked it out. The group of people who attacked Miss Jiang this time is the same group who assassinated the lord when he returned to Beijing last time."
Murong Chi narrowed his eyes.
The hand holding the scroll became a little heavier, and with a clatter, the book was torn off a page.
"Starfall Pavilion!"
"My lord, Feiyu is still investigating. There is another thing. The people who assassinated King Jing were also sent by Xingyun Pavilion. They have the same mark on them."
Murong Chi's body was even colder, "Second prince has been ill for many years, but he can't escape it."
After speaking, he laughed sarcastically, "What can the prince do?"
"No."
"Is the second brother back?"
"King Jing took Miss Jiang and just entered the city. I want to come, and now Miss Jiang has arrived in Jiang's residence."
Murong Chi raised her eyes and glanced at Yu Qian with an unclear meaning.
Yu Qian lowered his head in a guilty conscience. He even thought that the prince should be concerned about whether Miss Jiang has returned.
"Seventh brother."
Xiao Chengzhen's voice came in, with a hearty smile.
"Prince Jing has come down." Yu Qian stepped aside and respectfully saluted the people who came in.
Xiao Chengzhen waved his hand, with a faint smile on his face, his brows were as clean as ever, "Seventh brother, this king sent Miss Jiang back intact."
"Brother Xie."
"I heard, who did you find out?" Xiao Chengzhen sat down and poured himself a cup of tea.
Murong Chi didn't hide it, "Xingyun Pavilion."
Xiao Chengzhen moved for a while, and the surprise flashed across his face, as if he had expected it, "Only Xingyun Pavilion can use such a dirty method to attack a woman."
His tone was full of sarcasm, as if dissatisfied.
After he finished speaking, he put the tea cup down, "Seventh brother, now that the frontier has been settled, you shouldn't leave after your wedding, right?"
"Where's the emperor? You've been ill for so long, so you're not afraid of our emperor's trouble?"
Murong Chi didn't answer the question.
"This king has always been a gentleman and doesn't like politics. What can he do to me?"
Murong Chi hooked his lips and stood up, "Brother Huang, let's go back to the mansion first, people who are sick are really not suitable for walking around."
Xiao Chengzhen wanted to say something, shook his head and smiled, "In this case, this king will leave first, and come back to the door another day."
Saying that, he lifted his sleeves and left the hall.
Jiangfu.
Jiang Qingqing entered the mansion, but instead of returning to Qingyuxuan, she went straight to Zhuyuanju.
When she was away, she didn't know how her good sister arranged herself behind the scenes.
I'm afraid I can't wait to put all the charges on her.
Entering the yard, Zhuxiang was about to go in, but when she saw Jiang Qingqing looking like she had seen a ghost, she was about to shout out, but Jiang Qingqing stopped her.
"What are you panicking about?"
"Big... Miss? Why are you here?"
Jiang Qingqing glanced at the hot medicine she was holding in her hand, and apparently only boiled it out, "Is Wanwan feeling better?"
"Okay… much better."
"Give me the medicine." Jiang Qingqing reached out.
Zhuxiang looked suspiciously, took a step back, trembling in her heart.
"What? Are you worried about me being poisoned?" Jiang Qingqing said with a half-smile.
Zhuxiang's face turned even more fierce, and she knelt down quickly, "Miss, this is not what the slaves mean, the slaves are just..."
"Okay." Jiang Qingqing took the medicine in her hand, expressionless, "Kneel well, no orders from me."
After he finished speaking, he was about to leave. Out of the corner of the eye, he saw that Zhuxiang had one knee raised, and his face turned a lot colder.
Jiang Qingqing moved back and stared straight at her, "It seems that my eldest lady doesn't have enough weight in your heart? I can't help you?"
"No, it's not like that."
"In that case, kneel down for me, and don't get up without Miss Ben's order."
After he finished speaking, he stepped inside.
Zhuxiang was anxious and worried, but did not dare to get up.
There were not many people in the boudoir, Jiang Qingqing kept stepping into the outer room, and was about to enter the inner room, when a voice came out.
There was only a screen between the outer room and the inner room, so people could not see clearly, but voices could be heard.
"Wanwan, does the wound still hurt?"
"Uncle Xie is concerned, Wanwan's wound is much better."
The voices of Dad and Jiang Wanwan.
She had never heard her father say such soft words in her life.
The care of the elders and the love of the father are undoubtedly revealed at this moment.