In the end, He Zheng was too busy, so Xie Qingyao escaped the disaster.
The next day.
Xie Qingyao was going to Yunlin Villa for an inspection, and He Zheng happened to be on leave, so he went with her.
Yunlin Villa.
Uncle Zhang and the shopkeeper Luo Jin were waiting early.
The villa has been open for some time and has been operating stably. Although the business is not as booming as when it first opened, it still has a constant stream of customers and makes considerable profits.
Everyone looked at He Zheng and Xie Qingyao walking side by side, all in a daze and shocked.
Why are Marquis Anguo and Princess Qixia here?
Soon, they changed their minds and realized that this was Xie Qingyao's property, and it was normal for them to inspect their own property.
But Marquis Anguo actually came with her.
Many noble ladies felt unhappy. Previously, they had ridiculed Xie Qingyao for making a fortune and being disrespectful.
Now the Xue family has become an imperial merchant, and Xie Qingyao has been named a princess, which is a height they will never be able to achieve in their lifetime.
No matter whether they rely on their father, husband, or son, it is unlikely that they will be canonized as an exception.
Yunlin Villa's business is so good, it's obvious that the income is quite high, which makes people jealous.
They also wanted to do it in their hearts, but they didn't have the ability, and their families would not want them to show off for their small business.
For a moment, the air was filled with a sour smell.
Xie Qingyao also placed a bronze statue of Ziweixing in the villa, which was specially used by dignitaries to pray for blessings and make wishes, saying that it could make their wishes come true.
The more powerful and influential people are, the more they believe in this. Princes and nobles come here one after another to make wishes, which is a good gimmick to attract customers.
All the servants in the villa are He Zheng's men.
"They all look quite honest." Xie Qingyao whispered.
Each of them looks like they have a dull face and appear to be honest and dutiful. It is hard to imagine that they are actually spies collecting intelligence.
As expected, you can’t judge a book by its cover.
He Zheng said calmly, "Disguise is the basic quality of an informant."
The princes and nobles here were drinking and chatting freely, but they didn't know that they were being monitored and listened to.
As Xie Qingyao wandered around, she asked curiously, "When did the Marquis start setting up his intelligence network?"
He Zheng: “Eight years ago.”
Eight years ago?
Xie Qingyao thought for a moment.
At this point, Emperor Jinde was probably leading the army in person, and He Zheng was seriously injured while trying to save Emperor Jinde.
It was also the time when he gave up martial arts and turned to literature.
Xie Qingyao touched his chin.
What exactly happened here?
She suppressed her curiosity and didn't ask any more questions. Instead, she asked softly, "If I go out shopping, will your people always stare at me?"
He Zheng: "Yaoyao, guess."
Xie Qingyao pressed the corner of her lips and turned her head away, "It's annoying, I won't guess."
After she finished speaking, she quickened her pace and walked forward.
He Zheng followed behind at a leisurely pace.
Shopkeeper Luo Jin reported the situation of the farm to Xie Qingyao, and Uncle Zhang showed her the account book.
After a while, Luo Jin suddenly said, "Madam, there is a hot spring on the farm that was specially reserved."
Just enough.
Xie Qingyao immediately understood that it was specially left for her to see if she needed it.
She couldn't help but look at Luo Jin, who was a smart guy.
"Understood, you can withdraw."
The two left quietly.
"Yaoyao, do you want to take a hot spring bath?" He Zheng's voice rang out.
Xie Qingyao turned sideways, glanced at him, and thought to herself, "My Lord, you're just thinking about it."
Well, she wouldn't fall for his trick.
"In no mood."
"Let's do it another day. Princess Yongle and I made an appointment earlier. I want to take a hot spring bath with her."
He Zheng opened his eyes and asked, "Yaoyao wants to take a hot spring bath with Princess Yongle?"
Xie Qingyao vaguely felt a sense of danger.
No, are you jealous of this?
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
He Zheng suddenly approached her, and a cold breath came over her.
He put his arm around Xie Qingyao's waist and picked her up.
Xie Qingyao put her hands on his shoulders and said, "Someone, put me down, or someone will see us."
He Zheng responded: "It's okay, let them watch it."
Xie Qingyao's heart was shocked: "..."
"How come you are thicker-skinned than me?"
"If you don't put me down, I'll bite you. Let them see that even the great Marquis of Anguo will be bitten."
"Everyone who goes to the capital tomorrow should know that the extremely oppressive Marquis Anguo... is henpecked."
Xie Qingyao emphasized the word "henpecked".
He Zheng was silent for a moment, and uttered a "hmm" from his throat.
"That's true, I am indeed henpecked."
Xie Qingyao: ???
Are you kidding me? You're henpecked, but you still don't listen to me? Why are you holding me so tight?
He Zheng bit her lips and carried her to the hot spring that the shopkeeper mentioned.
Clothes were scattered all over the pool.
Xie Qingyao only felt that she was like a petal, crumpled and fell into the pool, letting the spring water sweep her away and splash her.
He Zheng lifted her up. Without any support from behind, she could only wrap her legs around He Zheng's waist.
Her eyes wandered as she watched beads of sweat or water sliding down his body, his veins bulging, which made her inexplicably moved.
A little out of control.
Xie Qingyao sobbed, her waist seemed to be broken from the torment, so she simply stayed overnight at the villa.
Xie Qingyao rested her forehead on He Zheng's chest and fell asleep in a daze.
The strange thing is that every time she recalled it, she would think of He Zheng’s intimate and strong embrace and his slow heartbeat.
This person must have put a spell on her.
…
Cold Palace.
The snow was falling heavily.
Li Qianluan was kneeling on the ground barefoot, with disheveled hair and a pale face, revealing a strong sense of illness.
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