The next day, at the Third Prince’s Mansion.

"Seventh and Eighth Brothers, please sit down. The chefs in my house are not as good as the imperial chefs in the palace. If they don't suit your taste, please bear with me."

Yan Cheng and the Seventh Prince came together. When the Third Prince saw them, he invited them to sit down and have a meal. He was a little nervous because he was worried that the food in the Third Prince's Mansion would not suit the taste of his two younger brothers.

——This is the first time that his two younger brothers come to the mansion, and as an older brother, he cannot leave them with bad memories.

"My two younger brothers, please don't be polite to Third Sister-in-law. If there's anything that doesn't suit your taste, just tell me and I'll have the servants bring new dishes."

The Third Prince's wife was not as sensitive and nervous as the Third Prince. Instead, she spoke very cheerfully.

The Seventh Prince said: "Third brother and sister-in-law are too modest. The breakfast at Third brother's house is not much worse than that in the palace."

The two hosts sat down first, followed by the Seventh Prince and Yan Cheng. After a few polite words, the four of them began to eat without asking servants to serve them.

After dinner, Yan Cheng and the Seventh Prince said goodbye as they had to rush back to the study to attend classes.

That’s right, the princes who are still in the palace are so miserable. They make a fuss all day long and have to go to class the next day. They can only ask for leave if they are sick or have something really important.

The Third Prince and his wife saw the two out. The carriage was already waiting outside the mansion, and the two stepped on the horse stool to get in the carriage.

The carriage curtain was lowered, and Yan Cheng sat down steadily. The Seventh Prince, who had not slept well last night in a strange place, took a look at him, and seeing that he was fine, he closed his eyes and rested.

Not long after, something happened outside the carriage. The originally stable carriage shook violently a few times. The Seventh Prince frowned and opened his eyes.

The huge shaking made him dizzy, and he pressed his temples after the carriage stabilized.

"Cheng'er, are you okay?"

Although he knew that his younger brother was in good health and that these few shakes could make him dizzy but would not hurt him, he could not help but worry about his younger brother who was born not long after him.

The bottom line is probably that it was because his younger brother had never grown up in his presence, and he would from time to time imagine how difficult his younger brother's life was as an adopted son outside the palace.

My younger brother said that he lived a good life outside the palace and his family treated him very well, but could it be better than his own children?

Before Yan Cheng could say that he was fine, the Seventh Prince noticed that he was holding a bound volume that was smaller than a book in one hand, and a pen in the other.

It was obvious that Yan Cheng was writing something before the carriage started to move.

The Seventh Prince was somewhat curious about what important thing Yan Cheng was writing, and unconsciously leaned over.

If it wasn't something important, why wouldn't he wait until he returned to the palace to find a suitable place to write it, but would have started writing impatiently in the carriage?

He was a rational man. Although he was curious, he respected his brother's wishes more. He only retained a simple curiosity and did not go to delve into what Yan Cheng was writing.

Yan Cheng was writing when the carriage swayed just now. The words on the small notebook became strange because of the shaking of the carriage. Yan Cheng was very dissatisfied.

The Seventh Prince asked, and he didn't plan to erase and rewrite it immediately, it would be the same if he did it later.

"Here, brother, do you want to see it? Give...what? Did the carriage hit someone?"

Hearing the noise outside the carriage, two almost identical faces turned cold at the same time, and Yan Cheng lifted the curtain and went out first.

Looking forward, I saw a young girl lying on the ground, dressed in ragged clothes and covered in scars, with several guards standing beside her, looking at a loss and with red faces.

He tightened his grip on the edge of the carriage, his gaze suddenly shifted to the left, layers of suspicion welling up in his eyes.

The seventh prince, who was a step slower, held his shoulder and looked over like a curious kitten. He did not see any blood, but he could vaguely see the pale face of the girl, as if she was really weak.

but……

The Seventh Prince quietly turned his head and looked at the pale face so close to him, thinking that a pale complexion does not necessarily mean physical weakness.

There is a person next to him whose face is as pale as paper, but who is healthier than him.

This tilt of his head not only allowed him to see Yan Cheng's face, but also allowed him to see the open small door in the distance. That location...

"Could she have run away from Prince Han's mansion?"

The Seventh Prince had just thought about who lived in the mansion next door when a guard next to him expressed his thoughts.

"That's possible. Everyone says that the Crown Prince of Han behaves badly in private, but no one has ever seen it with their own eyes." Yan Cheng's expression changed from expressionless to barely concealed annoyance. "No matter who she is, we can't just ignore her if we encounter her."

The Seventh Prince: "We really can't just ignore it."

No one knew who the guards who followed them out of the palace were. If they really ignored the girl, rumors would spread throughout the capital that he and his brother were cold-blooded and heartless and would not help someone in need.

"Jian Ying, send her to my Yan... No, send her to that small courtyard in the east of the city and have someone take good care of her."

Yan Cheng originally wanted to say send her to the Yan family, but then he thought of the girl's unknown identity, and it would be bad if she was sent to the Yan Mansion and hurt the Yan family, so he changed his mind.

Upon hearing the voice, Jian Ying looked at him and instantly understood that the "take care" in his words also meant "guard", so she took her people away.

The Seventh Prince was absent-minded and bumped into the roof of the carriage when he was backing it. He squeaked in pain. When he realized that he had made such a sound, the Seventh Prince's body stiffened.

He bent his waist and slowly turned his head. He was dumbfounded for a moment, and said in frustration after a while: "Cheng'er, laugh if you want to."

"Hahaha~" Yan Cheng tried to hold it back, but finally couldn't help it. "Brother, why are you making, uh, chicken laughs? Bird calls?"

Seventh Prince: ...

He covered his face, he had no idea why he made that stupid noise.

It's all the Prince of Han's fault. If he hadn't been shocked by his reckless behavior, how could he have bumped into the roof of the carriage and screamed?

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