Chapter 107: Master Imperial Master, her name is Hongying!
Along the way, Manluo lowered her voice and talked non-stop to Xiyan.
Manluo is bold and unrestrained by nature, not fussy about details, and keeps telling jokes, which made Xiyan's brows relax, and most of the depression in her heart was unconsciously dissipated.
When the palace wall came into sight, she suddenly realized that she had not felt so relaxed for a long time.
Eunuchs were already waiting on the white marble steps in front of the palace gate.
Xiao Nanyue's sedan chair stopped first. The moment the curtain was opened, Xiyan caught a glimpse of his long, bony fingers hanging on his knees and hurriedly lowered her head.
"Mom, we're here!"
In a moment, Xiao Nanyan walked to the side of the sedan chair of Concubine Dowager Su Xianrou, his voice carrying his usual coldness.
Su Xianrou, holding Chaolu's hand, slowly emerged from the sedan chair. The pearl necklaces on her dirndl swayed gently. She looked up at the palace gates. The red walls and golden tiles remained the same as before. Eight years had passed, and the gates remained unchanged. If it weren't for her son, she would have preferred to be trapped in the palace's Buddhist temple for eternity rather than set foot in this palace again.
"Mother, let's go!"
She sighed softly, and with the support of her son, she walked towards Changle Palace.
The guards and maids followed slowly.
Xiyan deliberately slowed down her pace and kept a distance from Xiao Nanyayan. Manluo knew that she was doing this to avoid embarrassment, so she simply stayed beside her and walked at a leisurely pace.
Just as they were about to reach the gate of Changle Palace, a clear voice suddenly rang out.
"Is that Miss Xiyan in front of us?"
Xiyan turned around and saw Prince Helian Feng, dressed in sky-blue casual clothes, walking towards her with a gentle smile on his face.
"Miss Xiyan, it's been a while since we last met. Is your injury healed?"
Beside him, Chu Jin stood with his arms folded, his red brocade robe outlining his slender shoulders, his burning eyes wandering over Xiyan and Manluo's faces.
When Manluo saw Chu Jin's devilish face and recalled the "battle" she had with him a few days ago, her mouth suddenly felt dry and her teeth itched.
Why did this unlucky guy show up today? The emperor is having a family banquet, and he has nothing better to do than to join in the fun.
However, this guy was very suspicious and had a very keen nose. She had deliberately changed the scent of her powder and her appearance, so he shouldn't be able to detect any flaws.
Seeing Helian Feng talking to her, Xiyan also knelt in greeting, her white skirt brushing against the bluestone slabs, stirring up a few specks of dust:
"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. I am now much better!"
Helian Feng stared at her unpainted face, his eyes slightly burning:
"Some time ago, I visited the Regent's Palace several times, but I couldn't find you. Now that I see you are well, I feel relieved."
Chu Jin, who was standing by, coughed lightly, a rare trace of apology on his face, a stark contrast to the ferocious palm strike he had shown at the Fanyin Temple that day.
"That day, I was reckless!"
His voice was so low that it seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
Xiyan had never expected that the always vicious Poison King would actually lower himself to a little maid like her. It was really like the sun rising from the west. She could only curl her lips and smile:
"As the Imperial Master, you can beat me, so don't worry about it. I hope you won't do that again in the future... I will be grateful forever."
Manluo muttered softly, "You still know how to speak human language..."
"Who are you?"
Unexpectedly, Chu Jin had very good hearing. He turned his head suddenly, his eyes as sharp as knives.
Xiyan's heart skipped a beat, but she pretended to be terrified:
"Master Imperial Master, her name is Hongying, and she is also a maid in the Prince Regent's Palace."
"Red tassel?"
Chu Jin narrowed his eyes and looked at Manluo:
"Look at your eyes, they seem familiar. What did you just say? Say it again!"
Manluo was not to be outdone, and raised her pretty face:
"I'm talking about the Imperial Master. Without knowing right from wrong, he beat Xiyan so badly that she almost lost her life. A grown man, for him to use such brutal force on a weak woman, is truly shameless..."
Chu Jin's face darkened instantly.
Xiyan's fingertips felt cold, and she hurriedly took a half step forward:
"Hongying is outspoken and has a good personal relationship with me. She loves me dearly. I hope you won't blame me."
Chu Jin felt that although Hong Ying was beautiful, she was annoying no matter how he looked at her. He felt inexplicably disgusted. He was about to say something when Han Xiao emerged from the vermilion lacquer door.
"Xiyan, Hongying, the prince is calling you to come into the palace quickly."
"Yes, I'll be there soon!"
Xiyan and Manluo responded.
Helian Feng's smile deepened and he waved his hand:
"Nan Yan arrived so early today! Let's go in together."
After saying that, he stepped aside, but his eyes were glued to the white hem of Xiyan's skirt, as if he wanted to imprint that light color into his eyes.
"yes!"
Xiyan avoided his burning gaze and when she turned around, she stepped on a piece of gravel, making a very slight "hissing" sound.
Helian Feng stretched out his long arm, as if to protect her, but his fingertips brushed against the skin of her wrist.
"Watch your step."
Manluo followed behind Xiyan, and when she passed by Chu Jin, she deliberately swayed her waist, her face as red as burning red.
Chu Jin stared at the flirtatious and gorgeous red, and subconsciously looked down at his own red robe.
Suddenly I felt unlucky...
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