"Does this humble official know His Royal Highness Prince Cheng?" Yang Zhao asked in a puzzled tone.
Mo Chen smiled when he heard this.
He looked at her and slowly told her about how he was rescued at the foot of Yunnan Temple Mountain, his eyes burning slightly. "You visited me in the carriage at that time, sent someone to give me medicine for my wounds, and even sent someone to take me back to the city."
At the foot of Miaoshan Mountain in Yunnan?
Yang Zhao was stunned.
She had been to many places, but she still remembered Miaoshan in Yunnan. That was ten years ago, not long after her mother passed away, and she had just taken over the business completely...
But she didn't have a clear memory of saving Mo Chen.
Maybe there is.
But for her at that time, it might have been just a convenient thing to do. After all, she was still in the stage of doing good deeds for her mother, and she had saved countless people and done good deeds.
Seeing that Yang Zhao looked like he didn't remember, Mo Chen was not angry.
Instead, his eyes darkened as he looked at her, and he walked closer to Yang Zhao, "A Zhao, do you really not remember me?"
Yang Zhao frowned.
She subconsciously took a step back, and Dong Shuang, who was standing next to her, stood in front of her, looking at Mo Chen with wariness in her eyes. Even Xiao Qing took a step forward and stood beside her.
Mo Chen paused.
He glanced at Dongshuang and Xiaoqing, and a look of displeasure flashed in his eyes.
But soon he smiled gently, took out a box from his arms, and handed it to Yang Zhao: "I'm sorry, I don't mean anything else, I just want to..."
"Just thinking about what?"
A sudden and deep voice sounded not far away.
Dada.
I saw a man riding a tall horse coming out from the corner in front, followed by a dozen guards, Lord Chen from the Dali Temple, and a group of officials.
This scene immediately attracted a lot of onlookers.
"What's going on?"
"Those people behind them seem to be from the Dali Temple. Did something serious happen? Why are so many officials dispatched?"
"I just saw it. It seems like the carriage hit someone. The person who was hit must be a royal relative, otherwise they wouldn't have attracted the Dali Temple to come..."
The onlookers were talking about it.
It’s so lively.
When Mo Chen saw the person coming, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
On the surface, he maintained a gentle and elegant demeanor. Seeing Mo Junran walking towards him, he smiled and bowed respectfully: "Greetings, Uncle Emperor."
Imperial uncle?
When many people heard this name, they all looked at Mo Junran.
Today, Mo Junran was not wearing his 'iconic' monk robes, but a dark purple suit, which made him look exceptionally handsome and free and easy. Coupled with his deep and handsome face, he exuded a charm that was hard to look away from.
It is completely different from when I was a Buddhist disciple.
Otherwise, the people would not have failed to recognize it.
When they heard Mo Chen calling him the Emperor's Uncle, everyone couldn't help but look at him.
"Your Highness the Wing King?"
"It doesn't look like..."
"I remember when he was paraded through the streets, His Royal Highness the Wing King exuded a Buddhist aura, and he looked especially like a holy Buddhist. This... isn't quite the resemblance, but he was truly handsome."
"Yeah, she's really good-looking..."
Several women in the crowd couldn't help but speak with stars in their eyes.
Mo Junran did not dismount.
He sat on the horse's back like that, looking down at Mo Chen as if from above: "Deliberately blackmailing and molesting women in the street, King Cheng has really achieved something."
Blackmail?
Flirting with women?
Mo Chen was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and said, "Uncle, do you think I have misunderstood you? I don't..."
"If it wasn't blackmail, why didn't King Cheng stay in his carriage, but instead bumped into someone else's? Do you lack guards? Or is it that the carriage wheels are faulty? They actually let you, King Cheng, walk down the street and bump into a carriage without even trying to avoid it?"
Mo Chen's expression froze slightly.
Mo Junran continued calmly, "Calling someone by their maiden name in public and pressing forward, what else could that be but teasing? You can't be like what King Cheng just said, this is to repay the favor of saving my life, right?"
"If that's the case, then you, my savior, are in real trouble."
Looking at the aggressive Mo Junran, Mo Chen's eyes darkened slightly, "Why does the emperor uncle have to put accusations on me!"
"Making a false accusation?"
Mo Junran's eyes fell on the wooden box in Mo Chen's hand, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised a curve: "It seems that King Cheng is not convinced. In this case, let's go to the Dali Temple."
After saying that, Mo Junran turned around and glanced at Lord Chen from the Dali Temple behind him.
Lord Chen was very panicked.
This is the prince.
Although he was an unpopular prince and had just been recalled for investigation due to the Shen family's affairs, he was still a real prince.
Let him bring the prince back to the Dali Temple.
I always feel unlucky.
But soon, Lord Chen made the best decision. He personally led his men forward and said, "Your Highness, Prince Cheng, the Emperor has ordered that this subordinate fully cooperate with the Prince in investigating the Shen family case. I beg Your Highness, Prince Cheng, to accompany this subordinate on this journey."
How could Lord Chen dare to ask Prince Cheng to return to the Dali Temple on the charge of blackmail and molestation? He could only use the Shen family case as an excuse.
In fact.
Mr. Chen does have brains.
Although Mo Chen's face looked extremely ugly, he really couldn't "resist" the case involving the Shen family. After all, he was called back for the Shen family's case.
When Mo Chen was taken away, he couldn't help but look at Yang Zhao.
But he found that her eyes were actually looking at Mo Junran on horseback. Their eyes met in mid-air, and there was inexplicably... harmony.
Mo Chen's face darkened and he couldn't help but clench the box in his hand.
"Your Highness, Prince Cheng, please come this way."
Lord Chen was very considerate. He stepped forward to block Mo Chen's sight and smiled as if inviting him in.
Mo Chen was taken away.
Mo Junran did not leave, but jumped off his horse and personally moved the carriage that was blocking the road in front of him. Then he looked at Yang Zhao and said, "Miss, please!"
Yang Zhao glanced at Mo Junran, his eyes flashing slightly.
"Thank you, Your Highness the Wing King."
He bowed slightly and got on the carriage.
"Let's go."
After Yang Zhao sat in the carriage, she said something to the coachman. The carriage started moving quickly and drove to the corner. She glanced at Mo Junran who was still standing there through the shaking window.
"Xiaoqing."
As soon as the carriage passed the street, Yang Zhao called his maid Xiaoqing.
Xiaoqing came closer to the car window: "Miss, the servant is here."
"Let's go to Longfeng Pavilion..." Yang Zhao opened the car window and whispered in Xiaoqing's ear.
"yes."
Xiaoqing quickly left the cavalry.
*
"Master, this... do you want me to come down?"
After watching Yang Zhao's carriage disappear around the corner, Chen Liu quickly stepped forward and asked the master who had been standing there like a statue for a long time.
Tsk tsk.
It's like the Wife-Watching Rock.
Look at this worthless thing, it's really unbearable to watch.
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