FaFa: [Qingyu Village, the house of the head patriarch Mu Shiqing, 'Chuyu Pavilion.']

Yan Yuning looked around. It was a stone house with a furry carpet on the ground. Above the roof hung a small tasseled lantern with its long tassels swaying in the wind.

There is also a doucai vase on the wooden table, with a few peonies in the vase.

The whole house exudes luxury.

"Miss, you're awake." The maid pushed open the wooden door and walked in.

"Where's Mu Shiqing?"

"Girl, don't worry, the boss will come to see you soon." Xiaoyun pursed her lips and smiled.

Yan Yuning lifted the quilt, walked to the door, raised her hand to open the wooden door, and saw two burly men with beards standing outside the door.

Yan Yuning swallowed and closed the door.

This is because they are afraid that she will run away!

"Why did your boss bring me here?" Yan Yu Ning was shocked.

Xiaoyun showed a blank expression, "I don't know."

Yan Yuning slumped on a wooden chair. If she had known earlier, she would have gone with her sister and the others. Now she is in trouble!

"Squeak." The wooden door was pushed open.

Mu Shiqing waved the fan in his hand and said with a smile, "Are you awake? Are you feeling unwell?"

Yan Yuning suddenly looked up with vigilance in her eyes.

"The boss."

Mu Shiqing waved his hand.

Xiaoyun bowed and left the room.

"Boss, have you ever inquired about my identity? Aren't you afraid that my father will massacre your village?" Yan Yuning curled the corners of her lips.

Mu Shiqing sat down lazily on the wooden chair, "Tsk tsk tsk, my Qingyu Village serves the imperial court. If the Prime Minister touches my Qingyu Village, I'm afraid the Emperor Qi will have a hard time explaining it."

How much silver does Qingyu Village pay to the national treasury every year? How could Emperor Qi easily touch Qingyu Village? With so much silver, Emperor Qi would not be so foolish as to cut off his own source of income. At most, he would ask him to hand over the person.

Yan Yuning curled the corner of her mouth.

We've run into a tough guy!

"Ningning, why don't you stay in my Qingyu Village and be my..." Mu Shiqing paused.

Yan Yuning's breathing stagnated. Would he keep her as his wife?

"Be my sister." Mu Shiqing tapped her forehead with a fan and looked at her with interest, "What are you thinking about?"

Yan Yuning breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it wasn’t the lady.

With a "bang", the wooden door was kicked open.

"Mu Shiqing, how dare you bring a woman here while I'm pregnant." The woman frowned.

Yan Yuning raised her eyes and saw the woman in front of her wearing a white brocade dress. She had a dignified and beautiful face, a slightly bulging belly, and a pair of big round eyes full of anger.

If she doesn't speak, just looking at her appearance, she is a beauty.

"Ayu, you scared our child." Mu Shiqing stepped forward and held Wen Wanyu in his arms.

Wen Wanyu grabbed his ears and said, "Mu Shiqing, are you getting braver?"

"Madam, madam, please give me some face in front of my sister." Mu Shiqing grimaced in pain.

How will girls look at him in the future?

Wen Wanyu let go of him and looked at Yan Yuning. She knew that Shi Qing had a younger sister. Over the years, Shi Qing could not remember much else clearly, he only remembered that he had a younger sister.

It was dusk and Ye Jian still hadn't arrived at Yan Yuning's mansion.

He thought he just needed to be on guard against the Prime Minister's wife, so he did not follow Miss Yan out of the house.

He searched along the places where Miss Yan might have passed, but found no trace of Miss Yan.

A trace of panic flashed in Ye Jian's eyes. Could it be that he had been killed?

What should he do now? He lost Miss Yan.

"Ye Jian, why are you in such a hurry to ask me to come here? Did something happen to His Highness?" Ye Chen hurried to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"It's not Your Highness, it's me who lost Miss Yan." Ye Jian's scalp was numb.