Yan Yuning inexplicably transmigrated into a book, becoming the cannon-fodder second daughter of the Prime Minister’s household. Raised in her maternal grandparents’ home since childhood, she w...
After getting up from then on, he would never see Ye Jian arguing with him about cleaning the room again.
After Ye Jian left the inn, he went to the Prime Minister's Mansion in a daze to find Yan Yu Ning.
When Yan Yuning saw him, she was shocked. Not only were there footprints on her clothes, but blood was also dripping from the back of her hand.
"What’s wrong with you?"
"Miss Yan, please take good care of His Highness these days and don't let him leave your side." Ye Jian said.
Only Miss Yan can keep an eye on His Highness. If she doesn't, His Highness will definitely go to the Governor's Office to find Murong.
Trouble is bound to arise then.
"What's the matter? What happened to you? Were you bullied?" Yan Yuning bent down and wiped the blood on the back of his hand with the handkerchief in her hand.
"Second Miss Yan." Ye Jian took a step back, feeling upset.
Don't worry about him.
"Being beaten by Xuan Yanyu?"
Apart from Xuan Yanyu, I think no one can make him do this, with red eyes and an unbelievable look.
"Miss Yan, I'm sorry." Ye Jian bent down.
Yan Yuning's eyebrows and heart twitched slightly. What's sorry?
"Second Miss Yan, I'm going back to Xuanzhao. Please don't quarrel with His Highness in the future. Every time you quarrel with His Highness, His Highness feels uncomfortable and can't eat. Also, please don't hurt His Highness again, otherwise, you won't survive." Ye Jian's voice choked slightly.
"What did you do? Why were you driven back to Xuan Xixi?"
Ye Jian lowered his head and said nothing.
"If you don't want to talk about it, then don't talk about it. Even if you want to go back to Xuanzhao, you have to take care of your wounds. Otherwise, you will lose too much blood and faint before you get to Xuanzhao."
Yan Yuning called Qiuci and took some gauze and ointment.
"Ye Jianzi, who hurt you like this?" Qiu Ci dipped a handkerchief in water and wiped his wound carefully.
Ye Jian looked depressed and refused to speak.
The little girl stared at the wound on the back of his hand and whispered, "Tell Xuan Zi, let Xuan Zi and Ye Chen Zi teach him a lesson. We can't get beaten in vain."
Ye Jian's throat was choked and his breathing was a little unstable.
"It must be painful." Qiu Ci carefully wrapped gauze around him.
"Drink some water." Yan Yuning brought a glass of water and handed it to Ye Jian, "Drink some."
"Miss Yan, I'm sorry." Ye Jian's voice was hoarse.
He felt very uncomfortable seeing that Miss Yan cared about him.
But if anything happens to Miss Yan, neither he nor His Majesty King Xuan Yechen will let her go. Now, at least His Highness will not implicate Yechen.
I just wonder if Miss Yan will...
"Why are you apologizing to my lady?" Qiu Ci didn't understand.
"Miss Yan, I'm going back." Ye Jian bent down and bowed.
Yan Yuning frowned. Although she tried to lower her voice, she still heard Ye Jian sobbing.
A quarter of an hour after Ye Jian left, Yan Shiyao was brought back to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Only after Chu Wantang left Yaozhiyuan did Yan Yuning step into the room.
In the side room, Yan Zhiyi scolded Yan Shiyao, "Yan Shiyao, can you please not leave the house? Can't you just stay in the house obediently?"
Yan Shiyao lowered her head and didn't dare to answer.
"When you go out in the future, don't take Ningning with you too much." Yan Zhiyi pinched his eyebrows hard.
On that day, the prefect cried out for injustice in the court and had a heated argument with the minister, and he came over to watch the fun.
Who knew that the next second, the Shangshu pulled him and his father into the room, and they found out that Yaoyao and Ningning were also injured.
The cause was that Yaoyao took away the magistrate's grandson, which was simply nonsense.
"Brother, I came here to send the child off and stay in your villa with Ningning for a few days, but I didn't... I didn't expect this to happen..." Yan Shiyao's voice got lower and lower.
"You!" Yan Zhiyi was so angry that he had a headache.