Liu Yunsheng shrugged and said playfully, "That's what you said. I didn't say that, but..."
As he spoke, Liu Yunsheng stared at Jing Aotian, the playful expression on his face put away, replaced by a serious expression, and then said meaningfully: "Aotian, since you want to 'reconcile' with Miss An, it means that you have to admit that 'Miss An was framed by Lianxiang'. Then what should we do with Lianxiang? Normally speaking, given your 'favor' for Miss An, you should not allow others to do such a thing to Miss An. So, logically, Lianxiang would be driven out of the Jingwang Mansion by you, but now we are not absolutely sure that the emperor's uncle is the mysterious man. It is not right to drive Lianxiang away like this, right?"
Jing Aotian held his chin up elegantly and remained silent for a while before saying, "I think it is definitely him. -- --"
"What do you mean?" Liu Yunsheng asked.
"Based on the fact that he came to visit Yu'er and questioned her, I don't think the emperor's uncle was simply curious or expressing gratitude. He and Yu'er are just strangers. Is it necessary for him to visit immediately just because a stranger said a few words on his behalf? If he didn't want to investigate, there would be no need to do so."
"So according to you, Lianxiang can go away now?"
Jing Aotian raised his eyebrows lazily, "You can say that, but the original intention of asking the emperor to invite him to the birthday banquet was to get closer to him, but now he is getting closer to us. This prince suspects that the emperor's uncle has some plan."
"Whatever it is, the separation between you and Miss An can finally come to an end."
When Liu Yunsheng said this, Jing Aotian raised his lips slightly. He smiled lightly but said nothing. In his heart, he thought, yes! It can finally come to an end.
Here, Jing Aotian and Liu Yunsheng both smiled, but they didn't know that while they were smiling, a slender figure quietly left the room and listened to their words...
Two days later, Xiao Yunxi fell ill, although it was just a minor cold. But because of this, Jing Aotian came up with an idea, which was to call An Tingyu in the name of Xiao Yunxi. His original intention was to have a chance to meet An Tingyu through this matter, and then he would "apologize" to An Tingyu and restore their relationship.
But Jing Aotian didn't expect that such an opportunity would plunge him into a quagmire, and his relationship with An Tingyu, which had been pretended to be broken, really deteriorated.
On this day, An Tingyu received a letter from Xing'er, saying that Xiao Yunxi was sick. She was thinking of her at the time. When she saw the letter, An Tingyu knew that this should be a message from Jing Aotian to her for the purpose of reconciliation. So she came to Prince Jing's Mansion as the letter said, but when she came to Xiao Yunxi's courtyard, there were only two people in the room, one was Xiao Yunxi and the other was Xing'er.
"Where are the others?" An Tingyu did not explicitly say who she was referring to, but Xing'er knew that she was referring to Jing Aotian.
"He was here just now, but a maid called him away. Maybe there was something urgent. But Prince Jing said he would be back soon." Xing'er answered expressionlessly.
Hearing this, An Tingyu nodded and said nothing more. She just walked to the bed, looked at the sleeping Xiao Yunxi, then reached out to take his pulse and check his temperature.
"She doesn't have a fever, and it's not a big problem. She'll be fine after some treatment." An Tingyu said as she covered little Yunxi with a blanket. Her beautiful little face was filled with a charming smile.
"It's all my fault that I didn't take good care of the young master, otherwise he wouldn't have fallen ill." Xing'er blamed herself. In fact, Xiao Yunxi fell ill probably because he caught a cold when he went to play tricks on Xiao Hong that night. At that time, she found that Xiao Yunxi felt a little cold. She originally said that she would take him back to put on more clothes, but Xiao Yunxi refused, saying that he was afraid of missing the wonderful moment.
I thought it would just be a short while and it would be fine, but I didn’t expect that I would start to feel a little uncomfortable the next day.
An Tingyu smiled slightly. "It's natural for people to get sick. Don't take the responsibility on yourself. Besides, did Xi'er say she blamed you?"
Xing'er shook her head.
"mother?"
Perhaps it was because he heard An Tingyu's voice that little Yunxi opened his sleepy eyes and looked at her in a daze.
An Tingyu stroked his little face and said gently: "It's mommy, mommy is here to see you, dear, sleep a little longer, when you wake up, mommy will still be by your side."
"Yeah." Xiao Yunxi responded vaguely, then closed her eyes and fell asleep again.
An Tingyu waited in Xiao Yunxi's room for a long time, but Jing Aotian still didn't come back. Seeing this, she had no choice but to say to Xing'er: "I'm going out for a walk. If Xi'er wakes up, tell him that I'll be back soon."
"Yes!" Xing'er responded, and An Tingyu left Xiao Yunxi's room, and then walked towards Jing Aotian's main courtyard as if she was familiar with the way. However, as soon as she reached the door, Xiaohong beside Lianxiang was standing there and blocked her outside the door.
An Tingyu raised her eyebrows coldly and said indifferently: "What do you mean?"
How dare a little maid stand in her way?
Although she was still arguing with Jing Aotian, given her status, why would Xiaohong stand in her way? Furthermore, Xiaohong wasn't a servant in Prince Jing's mansion; at best, she was just a guest.
Xiao Hong smiled coldly and said arrogantly, "It's nothing serious! It's just that my daughter and Prince Jing are making love in there. Wouldn't it be inconvenient for you to go in?"
Love?
An Tingyu frowned slightly. "There should be a limit to nonsense, right? Do you know who you are spreading rumors about? Be careful, or don't blame me for not warning you if you lose your head."
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