"I see, I'll tell him."
"Let the steward prepare the carriage."
On the way, Ping An lifted the curtain of the car and looked at the man riding a horse beside him, and said, "Uncle Huang, do you know about that female thief? Is there any news recently?"
"No, with your skill, you'd better stay at home and don't come out to take risks." Meng Yi glanced at her speechlessly.
"Today was really just an accident, you have to believe me, if I attack me close, I will definitely not lose."
"..."
"What I said is true. If you don't believe me, when I recover from my injury, I will try with you. You are definitely not my opponent." Ping An looked at him unconvinced.
"Then wait until you recover from your injury."
Safety,"… "
The two were talking, the carriage arrived outside the Eighth Prince's Mansion, Meng Huo was about to go out to find her, and ran over immediately when she saw her come back.
When he saw Uncle Huang, he was taken aback for a moment, but soon realized that it was Uncle Huang who helped her again today.
He felt very uncomfortable, especially when he looked at Ping An and looked at the emperor's uncle adoringly like a little girl.
"Uncle Emperor." Meng Huo greeted Meng Yi awkwardly.
"An'er, how are you? Where is the injury?" Meng Huo nervously looked at the girl who was lying on the window.
Ping An was also very happy to see him, the carriage stopped, and she immediately jumped out of the carriage, "Why are you back? I'm fine, but I have a little back injury, and I've already taken medicine."
"I'm going back first, and have a good rest these few days." Meng Yi turned the horse's head as he spoke, clamped his legs around the horse's belly, and left directly.
"Don't forget what you just said." Ping An shouted at him.
Meng Yi raised his hand and waved it at her.
Meng Huo felt sour when he heard her words, but now was not the time to be jealous, so he quickly pulled her to look around.
"It's really not a big deal, just a small injury, let's go in first." Ping An pulled him into the mansion.
When the two returned to their yard, Meng Huo immediately wanted to see her wound, but Ping An didn't want to take off her clothes at all, and she had to wear them after taking them off, which wasn't troublesome enough.
"It's really all right, it's just a little skin trauma, and I've already been prescribed medicine."
"You gave the medicine in the uncle's mansion?" Meng Huo's eyes changed.
Ping An nodded, "That's right, I was lucky to meet Uncle Huang today, otherwise, I'm afraid I'd be whipped to death by that bitch Zhou Ling."
When Meng Huo heard this, his pupils shrank suddenly, "She dares!"
"Why didn't she dare? You didn't see how arrogant she was at the time, but Uncle Huang taught her a lesson and beat her... tsk tsk tsk, like a bloody man, it was really exhausting."
"Let me take a look, otherwise I can't feel at ease." Meng Huo insisted on watching.
He had no choice but to untie his belt and take off his coat for him to see.
The top slipped off, revealing her blood-white back, and she pushed her long hair aside, revealing the whip wound, even though it was just a whip, it still looked shocking, but luckily the bleeding stopped.
Meng Huo's eye circles instantly turned red.
"I'm going to find my father, this matter can't just be left alone!" Meng Huo wished he could kill that bitch.
"No, don't go first, Zhou Ling is worse than me, she probably has only one breath now, so the emperor's uncle is amazing." Ping An quickly stopped him to persuade him.
She turned around suddenly, and there was only one bellyband left on her body. Meng Huo glanced at it, and felt the blood surge up instantly.