When Yan Wan brought Li Xia back to the blacksmith shop, she saw the old man reaching out to smother the boy on the bed. Yan Wan saw this and sure enough, she said, "Li Xia, go."
"Yes, Miss." Li Xia immediately went up and kicked the old man away. The old man, who had just been all smiles, was now fighting with Li Xia with a sinister look on his face. Although he had the face of an old man, he spoke the voice of a middle-aged man, "Damn it, my mission was about to succeed."
"Who exactly are you? Where have you hidden the real Mr. Ouyang?" Yan Wan asked coldly.
At this moment, Li Xia slapped the white porcelain bottle out of the man's hand. The bottle rolled to Yan Wan's feet. Yan Wan picked it up immediately. The man then attacked Yan Wan. Just as he was about to hit her, he was suddenly thrown back by a force, crashed into the wall, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Ji Mohan entered through the door, turned to Li Shang beside him, and said, "Capture her alive." He then strode over to Yan Wan, helped her up from the ground, and asked coldly, "Are you alright? Why aren't you staying in the Prince's residence?"
Yan Wan finally recovered from her shock. Her pale face trembled as she nodded and said pitifully, "Ji Mohan, you're here. I almost died."
Ji Mohan looked down at the pale-faced, red-nosed girl with tears welling up in her eyes, sighed silently, picked up Princess Yan Wan in his arms, and strode away from the blacksmith shop.
Ji Mohan breathed a sigh of relief. He had just led a few people to investigate spies from the Mongol Empire. They had just arrived in this area when they heard a fight breaking out. They rushed over and witnessed this dangerous scene. Even now, thinking about it, he still felt a little scared.
I went to the battlefield when I was fifteen, and even when I was surrounded by the enemy, I was never afraid. But now, I feel afraid because of someone.
Seeing the woman huddled in his arms like a frightened little rabbit, Ji Mohan lifted Yan Wan up a bit, tightening his arms around her to bring her closer to him.
"Ji Mohan, the person lying on the bed is from the Ouyang family. Save him." Yan Wan's weak voice came from Ji Mohan's chest.
Ji Mohan chuckled coldly, gritted his teeth, stopped, looked down at Yan Wan, and said in a gloomy voice, "You almost got hurt yourself, and you still care about others?"
Let alone a man!
Yan Wan pursed her lips and said softly, "He's different; he's from the Ouyang family."
Ji Mohan suppressed his anger and said, "What makes the Ouyang family different? Or is it that they are different in your heart?"
Yan Wan looked up at Ji Mohan's gloomy face, which seemed to drip ink, and gently explained, "The Ouyang family's Golden Silk Armor is renowned throughout the world. I want to request a piece of Golden Silk Armor for you. It can protect you from harm." Yan Wan's voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible, but Ji Mohan still heard it.
Ji Mohan didn't know how to describe his current feelings. His heart was a little throbbing and a little sore. He thought of many reasons, but he never expected that she came here to find him a piece of worn-out soft armor.
He understands Yan Wan less and less now, and he also understands his own heart less and less.
Ji Mohan took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Yes, I will have someone rescue him. I will take you back to your residence first."
Yan Wan repeated herself, "The Jin Si software is very important."
Ji Mohan, who was already suppressing his anger, heard Yan Wan still talking about the golden silk armor. His hoarse voice was filled with anger as he said, "Yan Wan, I would have been fine even without the golden silk armor. Do you know that you were almost killed just now? Are you stupid?"
Yan Wan sensed the displeasure in Ji Mohan's tone and stubbornly looked up, saying, "I know, but you'll get hurt without the golden silk armor." Yan Wan suddenly said something out of the blue. Ji Mohan ignored her, put her in the carriage, greeted Li Shang, got into the carriage, and drove back to the Han Prince's Mansion.
The two remained silent the entire way. One hung her head pitifully, plotting to find another piece of golden silk armor, while the other stared coldly at the silent girl with her head down, thinking that she should be locked up in the Cold Prince's mansion from now on and never be allowed to leave.
The carriage slowly came to a stop in front of the Han Prince's mansion. Ji Mohan got out of the carriage first and left immediately. Yan Wan got out of the carriage and only saw Ji Mohan's back. She pouted and returned to her residence.
In the evening, Uncle He came to Yan Wan's residence and said respectfully, "Your Highness, this is the gold-threaded soft armor that the Prince ordered me to bring to you. Please take a look."
Yan Wan suddenly perked up, feeling like someone had just delivered a pillow when she was sleepy. She excitedly said, "Quickly bring it up so I can take a look."
Looking at the dozen or so gold-threaded soft armor pieces in front of her, Yan Wan asked in surprise, "Are these all from the Han Prince's mansion? How come there are so many?"
Uncle He smiled and said, "Yes, Your Highness, this is only a part. There are some more in the storeroom. If Your Highness needs them, this old servant will have them sent over."
"No need, no need, these are fine." Yan Wan looked excitedly at the neatly arranged gold-threaded soft armor in front of her. She hadn't expected that the Han Prince's Mansion would have so many gold-threaded soft armors. She had been so foolish as to risk her life to look for them outside.
Yan Wan lovingly touched the golden silk armor in front of her, and finally chose two to keep, one for herself and one for Ji Mohan. She was confident by the eighth day of the sixth month.
"Oh, by the way, Uncle He, have you seen the prince bring back a thin young master?" Yan Wan inquired.
"This afternoon, I saw that Young Master Li Shang brought over a young master. His Highness instructed me to settle him in the East Garden," Uncle He recalled.
"Dongyuan, I understand, thank you Uncle He." Yan Wan thanked him happily. She would go and take a look in the next couple of days. It was still necessary to win over the genius of the Ouyang family.
"Your Highness is too kind. This old servant sees that it is getting late. Would Your Highness like to serve the meal?" Uncle He asked.
"Let's set it up, oh, by the way, where is the Prince now?" Yan Wan asked proactively, and seeing that Ji Mohan had sent so many gold-threaded soft armors, she decided to forgive him a little.
"His Highness is in the study," He Bo said with relief. This afternoon, after His Highness and Princess got off the carriage, he saw His Highness enter the study with a displeased expression. Dinner was not served, and he has not come out yet.
"Then set out dinner in the side hall of the study, and I'll go find the Prince to have dinner together," Yan Wan said happily.
"Yes, Your Highness, this old servant will go and make the arrangements immediately." He Bo left with a cheerful smile. The love between the princess and the prince was more important than anything else.
study.
Ji Mohan stared blankly at the document in front of him, his face cold and hard, his expression gloomy. Suddenly, he raised his hand and threw a document down, saying in a deep voice, "Go tell that idiot Li Zhihui that if he can't write a document, he should come to the Han Prince's residence in a few days, and I will personally teach him how to write one."
Xuan Yi silently picked up the documents and left to deliver a message to Lord Li.
The prince is in a bad mood today. No one knows who made him angry. The atmosphere in the study is so oppressive that it's hard to breathe.
Just then, a soft, sweet voice came from the window. Yan Wan leaned against the window and said with a smile, "Hanhan, I've come to have dinner with you."
Ji Mohan turned to look at the smiling woman, and his anger flared even more. He was seething with rage, and she was still laughing. He said coldly, "Go eat by yourself. I'm not hungry yet."
Yan Wan put on a pitiful look and said softly, "I don't want to eat alone."
"Yan Wan, I have no obligation to indulge your nonsense." Ji Mohan interrupted, afraid that if she continued, he would give in. He was angry with Yan Wan, but even more angry with himself for not protecting her.
"But at the Prime Minister's residence, my father and mother always ate with me." Yan Wan continued to look at Ji Mohan pitifully, like a kitten wanting its owner's company.
Ji Mohan looked up and met Yan Wan's gaze. The moment he met Yan Wan's clear and bright eyes, Ji Mohan felt that the darkness in his heart had nowhere to hide. He was the first to give in and said, "You go to the side hall first, I'll be there in a bit."
Yan Wan knew she had succeeded. As expected, Ji Mohan responded better to gentle persuasion than force. She had found her way to control him. Yan Wan left happily.
Ji Mohan watched Yan Wan's happy figure as she walked away, pinched the bridge of his nose, and sighed. He really had married a princess. He couldn't hit her, scold her, or say anything to her. He had to treat her well, otherwise she would be restless if she was unhappy.
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