Chapter 113 Third Prince, you didn’t buy work injury insurance for me?

He finished the tea in one gulp and put the teacup down heavily: "Gu Guan! Let's go!" Then he walked out the door without paying any attention to He Zhaojun.

But He Zhaojun still couldn't understand why he was angry.

This person is so moody and hard to guess.

When they got on the carriage and the door opened, He Zhaojun realized that the carriage was filled with soft pillows and the seating space was much narrower. To sit there, she had to sit shoulder to shoulder with Wen Zi. Wen Zi sat upright in the carriage, staring at her with anger.

He Zhaojun blinked. Could it be that Wen Ziduan didn't want to ride with her? He was just giving her a hard time about these things, which wasn't a big deal. Thinking of this, He Zhaojun calmly sat at the driver's seat.

As soon as Gu Guan went up, he turned around and saw He Zhaojun leaning against the side with one leg on the rafter and a piece of dogtail grass from nowhere in her mouth.

"Young lady! Why are you sitting here? Come inside quickly. The morning dew is heavy and the wind is strong here. Please be careful."

He Zhaojun smiled: "Thank you for your concern, but I have something to ask you, so it's just right to sit here." Gu Guan looked inside through the crack in the door of the rear carriage and met Wen Ziduan's glare.

He quickly turned his back, pretending not to see it. He drove, swallowed his saliva, and asked, "What do you want to ask, young lady?"

He Zhaojun watched him drive with great interest. "Why is His Highness suddenly angry today? I said I wanted to send some of the concubines away, and did that anger him?"

Gu Guan wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded. He couldn't say no. After all, he hoped that you could send all these people away. After all, no lady in charge would want to keep these concubines in the mansion.

He Zhaojun uttered an "oh," "Why didn't you tell me earlier that he couldn't bear to leave? I almost ended up being the bad guy. Then why did you also say yesterday that there were concubines who had been in the mansion for half a year and still hadn't met His Highness?"

Gu Guan quickly explained, "These people were more or less stuffed in by various forces. Seeing that there was no female ruler in the mansion, and His Highness had always been rude to the ladies, they wanted to use this as a way to spy on the situation. Therefore, they specially built a courtyard in the corner of the backyard and stuffed everyone in there."

Huh? Being rude to a girl?

Such a beautiful girl has been in the mansion for a long time, but Wen Ziduan didn't even look at her?

Something happened.

He Zhaojun thought for a long time, and there was only one truth that could explain this phenomenon: "Sure enough, I said, there is something going on between him and Ling Buyi!"

The speaker may not have meant it, but the listener may have taken it seriously. When Gu Guan heard this, he understood it to mean something completely different.

Gu Guan was so scared that he almost bit off his tongue: "Shut up, young lady! How did you know? This is a secret among secrets, and you must never let anyone else know!" As he said that, he made a "hush" gesture.

The Third Prince and General Ling had long been in contact. He had followed the Third Prince for over a decade, and only just now learned of this matter. How did the young lady know about this? And why did she bring up General Ling right after the previous topic?

He was about to ask back, but he sensed something was wrong. He whispered an apology to He Zhaojun, grabbed her by the collar, and threw her into the carriage: "Your Highness, Young Lady, please sit down!"

As he spoke, he whipped his horse and whistled. The cavalrymen around him also guarded closely on the side, surrounding the carriage like an iron barrel.

He Zhaojun was caught off guard and was thrown into the carriage by Gu Guan, where she fell on Wen Ziduan. Wen Ziduan took her arm and placed her next to his seat, pressing his hand against the wall of the carriage beside her, vaguely protecting her behind him.

"Sit tight. No matter what happens, don't leave." Wen Ziduan's face was solemn. It would have been fine if it had been him, but today He Zhaojun was also in the car. If she was frightened, he would definitely not let the person behind it go.

She was shocked. There was no insurance in ancient times. Would dying today be considered a work-related injury?