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The envoy from the Dali tribe was someone they couldn't afford to offend.
The soldier chuckled obsequiously, "Sir, it's not that we're bullying you, but this young lady is acting suspiciously, and we have to ask her questions because of our duties."
Mu Chengwu turned around, and Liang Youan clenched her hands nervously. The word "Brother Mu" was still stuck in her throat when she heard him say in a gentle tone, "Miss, don't be afraid. Just explain things clearly."
Liang Youan's heart sank; he didn't recognize her.
Yes, how could he possibly remember her?
Liang Youan stammered, "I only came to the kitchen to find food. I didn't have any ill intentions. There's food in my clothes too."
Disheartened and resigned, she decided to tear open her clothes and take out the cloth bag to prove her innocence.
Mu Chengwu said, "Wait a minute, someone grabbed my wrist through my sleeve."
He turned to look at the two people who were staring intently at him and said coldly, "Turn around."
The two soldiers rolled their eyes in dissatisfaction and turned around as instructed.
Mu Chengwu also turned his back.
Liang Youan stared blankly until Mu Chengwu asked, "Miss, are you alright?"
She seemed to snap out of her daze, took out her cloth bag, straightened her clothes, and said, "All done."
After a brief inspection, the soldiers slunk away. Mu Chengwu was also about to leave when Liang Youan stopped him.
"Brother Mu."
Mu Chengwu asked in confusion, "Do you know me?"
Then he saw the girl in front of him, who looked like a little rabbit, raise her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and explain in a soft voice: "Brother Mu is here to find Chengwen, right? She is doing well now. We are now both Qinghe... Princess Jialing's maids."
Mu Chengwu's face lit up with joy: "So you know Wenwen, that's wonderful! Miss, could you please pass on a message for me?"
Liang Youan returned to her bedchamber dejectedly, carrying a cloth bag full of food.
Mu Chengwen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her return: "Where did you go? You were really lost. We were both about to go look for you."
"It's bad enough that Qinghe hasn't shown up yet, but if you don't disappear soon..."
"We really can't stay in this lousy place anymore."
Bai Qiuru was more observant and noticed that Liang Youan was in a bad mood, so she came over and asked her, "What's wrong?"
Upon closer inspection, I noticed her eyes were slightly red. I asked, "Did someone bully you?"
Mu Chengwen exploded upon hearing this, "Who bullied you? I'll beat them to death!"
Liang Youan quickly explained, "No, it's Brother Mu..."
Mu Chengwen: "What? My brother bullied you?!"
Liang Youan: "...Could you wait until I finish speaking?"
"So it was my brother who helped you." Mu Chengwen finally felt relieved.
"I knew it! How could my brother possibly bully you?"
“Wenwen,” Liang Youan suddenly drawled, looking at her with deep affection.
Mu Chengwen shuddered at the disgust she gave him, and had a bad feeling.
"Don't worry, your brother will definitely protect you. Be careful in everything you do here, put away your recklessness and willfulness at home, be a good person, and wait for your brother."
Mu Chengwen: "..."
Help! What's wrong with this person? He sounds like her brother. Is he possessed?
After conveying her brother's earnest instructions, Liang Youan returned to normal.
"This is what your brother asked me to tell you."
Mu Chengwen caught his breath: "You made it so creepy, how could you say such cheesy things?"
"Why do you listen to him so much? He's a blockhead, you don't need to pay him any attention."
No, Brother Mu is the best person in the world.
But... he doesn't remember you, so don't think about it anymore.
Suppressing the bitterness in her heart, Liang Youan looked around and asked, "Qinghe hasn't returned yet?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than there was a polite knock on the door.
"Gentlemen, may I come in?"
It was a man's voice. The group exchanged glances, and Mu Chengwen stepped forward and opened the door.
The group of people were taken aback.
At the entrance, Zhu Qinghe was lying on top of a man in black, her face not looking good, and her gorgeous skirt was dirty.
"...What's wrong?"
After staring at each other for a long time, Mu Chengwen finally managed to utter a sentence.
"Can we go in first and then talk?" Shen Er asked.
The group quickly made way for them to go in.
"Now that the princess has been safely brought back, I'll be leaving now."
As Shen Er turned to leave, he remembered something else and took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, placing it on the table: "Apply to the affected area twice a day, and it will heal in three days."
After Shen Er left, Mu Chengwen stammered, "This person is a doctor?"
What kind of doctor is that? He's clearly a nuisance!
After applying the medicine, Zhu Qinghe organized the information from today. "In other words, in addition to Shen Er, the envoys from the Great Li Dynasty who came this time also include General Mu, Chengwen's brother."
Mu Chengwen: "I really don't know why he came."
I thought she was just a kid. So annoying.
Liang Youan whispered an explanation for Mu Chengwu: "He came because he was worried about you and afraid that something might happen to you."
Mu Chengwen looked at her with a puzzled expression: "Why are you speaking up for him all day? Do you have a crush on him?"
Liang Youan's face flushed red instantly: "No way! You're talking nonsense."
Zhu Qinghe tapped the table lightly, bringing the topic back on track.
"The King of the Silver Tenon Tribe is a man of deep cunning. If we want to complete the mission, we alone are not enough."
Bai Qiuru understood her meaning: "You've already chosen who to win over?"
Zhu Qinghe pulled out a small booklet from her bosom. "This booklet records the important figures of the Silver Tenon Tribe. I've looked through it, and those I can get close to have been marked."
"Next, we'll see if these people can actually cooperate with us."
It was late autumn and raining; a charcoal brazier was burning inside the house.
A slender, delicate hand holds a jade brush, its strokes gliding indifferently across the snow-white Xuan paper.
The lighting was dim, making it almost impossible to tell whether the hand or the pen was whiter.
Tingming came in from outside, took off her raincoat and hat, wiped the rain off her body, and complained to her master, "Master, it's raining so hard outside, do we still have to travel today?"
The person at the table stopped writing and put down their pen: "We've already wasted a day; we can't postpone it any longer."
Tingming said reluctantly, "Your health is already poor, what's the point of going through all this trouble? What does the little prince's marriage have to do with us?"
The person at the table pressed the seal onto the lower right corner of the rice paper, and the red characters were imprinted on the paper.
Yuanqi.
Yuan Qi carefully put away the Xuan paper, his tone gentle: "The little prince is, after all, my nephew, so we have to go through the formalities."
Although he was not related by blood to this uncle, the title of prince was nominal, and there were some things he had to do.
Tingming was still worried: "Don't forget, the date is almost here."
Yuan Qi paused, the bluish-green veins on the back of his hand almost showing through his thin, transparent skin.
"Then it's up to you."
Training ground.
The shirtless, sweating man threw his silver spear back onto the weapon rack, then grabbed a handkerchief from his servant and slapped it all over his face.
"Yinluoha got married? And to a princess of the Great Li Dynasty?"
"yes."
"I, the prince, will go and see what kind of beauty has caught the eye of my cousin."
With that, he tossed the handkerchief aside and swaggered away.
The attendant behind him anxiously muttered, "Prince Kesh, please put on your clothes first, lest you catch a cold."
Because of her foot injury, Zhu Qinghe stayed home for several days, which allowed her to have a few days of peace and quiet.
However, that annoying Shen Er is like a ghost that won't go away.
"What are you doing here again?" Ya'er and the other three had been taken away by Granny Wangcheng to learn etiquette, so now it was just the two of them in the room.
"Let me check on the princess's foot injury."
Zhu Qinghe showed him the bandage on her foot: "Now you see, you can walk."
Shen Er walked straight over, squatted down, and grabbed her foot. Zhu Qinghe tried to pull her foot back but couldn't move it. She angrily cursed him, "Get away! Do you believe I can yell at you right now and you'll be dead?"
"It's just to check on the injury, why is the princess so hostile towards me?"
"Yesterday, the princess mistook me for the eldest young master. If the princess doesn't mind, I can be the eldest young master's stand-in for once."
Shen Er raised his face, his fingers still resting on her ankles, the hem of her skirt hanging down to the edge, almost touching his knees as he half-squatted.
Zhu Qinghe lowered his eyes; from this angle, his eyes looked remarkably like Shen Wumei's.
Beneath thick eyelashes, his dark eyes were deep and sparkling, shining slightly when he smiled.
She reached out and grabbed his collar, pulling him close. Their eyes met, and she said earnestly, "I'll only ask you this once: are you Shen Wumei or not?"
Shen Er, his eyes fixed and his expression unchanged, replied: "No."
"Fine." Zhu Qinghe laughed angrily, loosened her grip on his collar, and shoved him around.
"Get out, I don't want to see you right now."
After a while, the door was gently closed.
After listening to the rules all morning, I realized that the old woman was just as long-winded as her own brother.
Mu Chengwen was thoroughly disgusted. At lunchtime, while eating in the kitchen, he saw a group of people pushing a four-wheeled cart covered with a red cloth past.
She immediately recognized it as the strongest liquor. She never expected that such a remote and cold place would have such a good thing.
She should go and see for herself.
She followed the group to the wine cellar, hid behind the trees and watched them carry the wine in jar after jar, and her mouth watered so much that she almost craved a drink.
After all that trouble over the past few days, she hasn't even caught a whiff of alcohol.
This life is too hard.
After all the wine had been delivered and everyone had left, she tiptoed out from behind the tree.
Great, there's no one here.
If she sneaks in and drinks a little, then adds some water, unless she's a connoisseur of wine, no one can tell the difference.
She's so smart!
She swaggered into the wine cellar, but before she could even see where the wine was, a large hand covered her mouth from behind and dragged her inside.
Plunged against the hard wall, Mu Chengwen could see a pair of hawk-like eyes in front of him. The brown pupils, illuminated by the light coming through the ventilation vent, were eerily intense, like a wildfire, and carried a wild and untamed quality.
His rough palm pressed against her lips, radiating an undeniable heat.
Who is this person?
Mu Chengwen frowned and struggled, but seeing that the man wouldn't let go, he became angry, rubbed against him, and bit him hard on the tiger's mouth.
Kesh hissed and released his grip.
Mu Chengwen quickly spat on the ground, then wiped his mouth in disgust.
Kesh sighed helplessly: "You bit me and then complained about being dirty. Are all the girls in the Dali Dynasty this unreasonable?"
Mu Chengwen glared: "You were the one who attacked me first. So what if I bit you? I'm being lenient by not beating you up."
"A sneak attack?" Kash crossed his arms and looked at her. "I was just having a nice drink here, and you sneaked in like a ghost. I didn't even suspect you were an assassin."
"Prince?" Mu Chengwen was not fooled by his nonsense. He looked him up and down. "Judging from your appearance, you're just a lowly soldier who came to steal wine."
Kesh found her analysis quite logical and her bouncing around amusing, so he went along with her.
"And you, the little maid who came to steal the wine?"
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