Lu Yunqi did not look back.

"Master Huang, have you lent me too many things?" He said woodenly, "My things are not worth money, but they are worth my life."

Huang Cheng smiled, coughed softly, walked over, and patted the carriage.

"Of course, of course." He said, "Lord Lu, I finally understand that you are a passionate and affectionate person."

Lu Yunqi is a sentimental person? Is this a curse on him? Jiang Qianhu looked strange.

Lu Yunqi said nothing.

"Look at the injuries you have suffered because of Miss Jun." Huang Cheng said.

Lu Yunqi turned around and looked at him.

"Master Huang, please feel free to say whatever you want to say," he said. "Don't worry about my private affairs."

"I didn't bother with it at first, but it just happened that my personal affairs were the same as Lord Lu's, so I wanted to talk to Lord Lu about it." Huang Cheng said, "If it was any other woman, as long as Lord Lu liked her, I believe even if she was a princess, it would not be so difficult to get her, but this Miss Jun."

He smiled, moved closer to Lu Yunqi and lowered his voice.

"If you rely on Duke Cheng, it will be difficult to deal with. Your Majesty can give up the father-daughter relationship for kindness, but you will never take away the family of your ministers."

This is a very disrespectful thing to say.

Huang Cheng was the first person who dared to speak like this to Lu Yunqi, the emperor's closest and most powerful official.

"Sir Huang, do you want to retire and return home?" Lu Yunqi looked at him and said woodenly.

Given the emperor's temper, he would never stop if he knew that Huang Cheng was mocking him like this behind his back.

"Lord Lu, if I retire and return home, you will never see Miss Jun again in your life." Huang Cheng said with a smile.

Lu Yunqi frowned slightly.

"Are you threatening me or her?" he asked.

Huang Cheng laughed out loud.

"No, I'm just reminding Lord Lu." He said, "Lord Lu, if you want to get this Miss Jun, there is only one way now, that is to rely on the mountain and the mountain will fall, and the water will dry up. If Duke Cheng falls, she has no mountain to rely on, and if Deshengchang falls, she has no water to use, isn't she at your disposal? And now the only one who wants and can make Duke Cheng fall the most is me, so I can't leave. If I leave, you can only watch her become the wife of the Duke Cheng's son and the wife of the Duke Cheng in the future."

He finished speaking in one breath and saw Lu Yunqi looking at him strangely.

Lu Yunqi's wooden face flickered under the light of the palace lights on the street, sometimes white and sometimes black, revealing such an eerie expression.

It was the first time that Huang Cheng saw him with this expression, especially the look in his eyes.

It seemed that Senhan was full of resentment and sadness.

"Lord Lu?" he said.

Lu Yunqi covered his eyes but still looked at him.

"I've heard people say this before," he said suddenly.

Has anyone said this?

Huang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly.

"It seems that this is a truth known to everyone." He said, "Lord Lu, Duke Cheng is now in great favor, and the emperor needs him to maintain his reputation, so he won't do anything to him. Duke Cheng is a treacherous man, and if he is given some time, the emperor might be deceived by him, so we must make the emperor dislike him as soon as possible and find evidence of his evil deeds."

Lu Yunqi said "oh", and it was unclear whether he agreed or not.

Huang Cheng frowned. Lu Yunqi was the emperor's dog and only acted according to the emperor's wishes. The emperor certainly had no intention of touching Duke Cheng now, but the emperor's vigilance towards Duke Cheng remained unchanged. The only thing missing was an opportunity for the emperor to make a decision. This opportunity was when the emperor's interests were affected and outweighed the face he wanted to maintain.

This requires the advice of Lu Yunqi, the person the emperor trusts the most.

The one who could convince Lu Yunqi should be this woman he had been longing for.

"Lord Lu, so I need to borrow your carriage." He continued, stood up, covered his mouth and coughed twice, seeming to be very weak, "I am too old to walk."

Lu Yunqi nodded.

"Master Huang, please use it." he said.

Use it, so is this borrowed or not?

After Lu Yunqi said this, he mounted his horse. The Jinyiwei soldiers came over and moved forward as a group.

Watching them leave, Huang Cheng did not stay and got on the carriage with the help of his servants, which creaked as it drove in the night.

The night was dark and the lights were on in Lu's house, but compared to the past, Lu Yunqi's maids and servants seemed a little more panicked because of the injuries on his body.

But no one dared to ask. They watched Lu Yunqi walk towards Princess Jiuli with trepidation. He stopped the maid from reporting and stood outside the door.

In summer, the curtains were replaced with gauze curtains, which looked like clouds and rosy clouds under the bright lights inside. Through the clouds and rosy clouds, one could see the woman sitting inside. Her plain dress was not drowned out by the brightness, but made her stand out even more.

Even when she was alone, her every move was extremely dignified and elegant, which was the innate aristocratic demeanor that came from being influenced by generations of royal family.

"Jiulin has never sat like this before." Lu Yunqi said.

The sudden sound made Jiuli raise his head.

"You're back," she said, undeterred.

Probably ever since the Crown Prince suddenly died of illness and the Crown Princess committed suicide, nothing could scare her anymore.

"Is it because Jiuling is sitting in an improper posture?" Princess Jiuli said with a smile.

She either sat on a rock or a tree. Even if she sat in a normal seat, she would become crooked after a while. I was often scolded by her when I was a child.

"It's not unruly, it's very carefree and comfortable." Lu Yunqi said with a smile on his face. It seemed that he saw through Princess Jiuli the woman who was sitting upright but whose small feet in socks were gently exposed at the edge of her skirt.

He was afraid of getting cold, so he would use his hands to warm her, holding the hair in his palm and shaking it dishonestly.

Princess Jiuli said nothing, and seemed not to want to talk about this topic.

Lu Yunqi still stood outside the door and did not go in.

"Princess, do you hate your life now?" he suddenly said.

Nowadays, after her father and mother died, the princess who was once a royal family has been reduced to a prisoner.

Princess Jiuli raised her head and smiled.

“I don’t feel resentful,” she said, “because I believe in fate.”

Is it destiny?

"What if it's not fate?" Lu Yunqi said.

"That's fate." Princess Jiuli said calmly, without being surprised or asking what he meant by that.

This sentence sounds strange, but it is quite interesting to think about it. Lu Yunqi smiled.

"As long as the princess believes it," he said, turning and walking away.

Princess Jiuli then stopped sewing.

"I believe in fate. I believe that fate is fair." She murmured, her voice soft but extremely firm.

Lu Yunqi, who was walking away, was also slowly speaking.

"I don't believe in fate." He said, looking at the night ahead, "I don't believe I can't keep her."

He disappeared into the darkness, and the Lu residence became as quiet as if no one was there.

However, at this time, the Chengguo Mansion was very lively.

With a cry, Zhu Zan, with his upper body naked and knife wounds exposed, jumped up from the bed!

"Does it hurt?"

Without waiting for him to call out, Miss Jun took the initiative to speak.

"I'll be gentler."

This was completely different from the time when he was beaten half to death after killing Mr. Huang and was treated by her in the cell. Her actions were very rough at that time.

Zhu Zan glared at her and lay down again.

"Let me make it clear first, don't be so self-indulgent. I didn't beat Lu Yunqi because of you," he said.

This sounds hard to believe. After all, everyone knows that Lu Yunqi covets Miss Jun. As Miss Jun's man, would you beat Lu Yunqi for others?

"Who is it for?" Miss Jun asked, "Princess Jiuling?"

Zhu Zan's body stiffened and arched, as if he was about to jump up, but he finally just turned his face inward.

"None of your business!" he said in a muffled voice.

Not admitting it but also unwilling to deny it, it sounds inexplicably sad.

Of course it’s my business, Miss Jun looked at him, because I am the Nine-Year-Old Princess.

If I say this, I wonder how he will react? Miss Jun suddenly had this thought.