Hate returns to hate.

Su Yirou got up before dawn the next day.

no way.

A woman regards her husband as her first priority. Since she is married to the prince, she must please him and have a sense of presence in front of him. Otherwise, if the prince forgets her, her life will be even more difficult.

Su Yirou got up before dawn.

It was still raining heavily. Although it was autumn, when it rained, there was already a chill in the air. Su Yirou wrapped herself in a cloak, got into a carriage and drove out of the city.

pity……

She was still a step too late.

"Madam, I asked you just now. The prince's motorcade has already set off, just before the stick of incense..."

"..."

Another step too late!

Su Yirou clenched her fists. She raised the car curtain and took a look outside. The muddy road was full of footprints and wheel marks.

Su Yirou was so angry that she wanted to cry.

Hongxiu stood beside the carriage holding an umbrella, "Madam..."

"..."

Su Yirou held back tears and her eyes grew colder by the second. She lowered the car curtain and said, "Let's go back."

"yes!"

The carriage drove towards the city again.

It was raining and dark. There were few people walking on the streets in the capital. Many shops were not open. When they entered Zhengyang Street, Su Yirou suddenly stopped the driver.

"lady?"

"Turn around and go to Su Mansion."

"yes!"

…

Little Star didn't send Chu Mohan as a gift.

Yesterday, I said everything I needed to say and gave him what I needed to give him. There is nothing left to explain when we meet again.

At dawn, she received two carriages of silver frost charcoal.

After washing, she was watching the rain under the eaves, and saw the maids and women holding umbrellas carrying charcoal basket by basket into the kitchen. Little Xingxing asked in surprise, "Where did the charcoal come from?"

"The steward of Prince Jing's Mansion sent it here, saying it was for the master's fire."

Lu'er recognized the goods at a glance and exclaimed, "Master, it's Yinshuang charcoal. This kind of charcoal is very precious. It is used by the nobles for heating in winter. This kind of charcoal burns less smoke and is very precious."

.The prince actually asked us to use silver frost charcoal to light the fire... This is too extravagant."

"..."

Well……

It was probably because when she was cooking a meal for Chu Mohan yesterday, the kitchen was filled with smoke from burning semi-wet firewood, so Chu Mohan had someone send charcoal over.

Consider this guy to have a conscience.

Those medicines were not given to her in vain.

Little Xingxing waved her hand to the mother-in-law who replied, "It will probably be sunny in two days. Put less charcoal in the kitchen, and the rest will be piled in the woodshed."

He didn't wait for the maid and mother-in-law to take orders and leave.

Little Xingxing saw Chu Li holding an umbrella with one hand and pushing a wheelchair with the other, slowly coming along the bluestone path. The umbrella was held low, and Little Xingxing saw Chu Li's hand first.

He was holding an umbrella handle made of thin bamboo bones. His hands were very beautiful, with distinct phalanges and long fingers. They were slightly pale and looked weak. However, in such a strong wind, the umbrella handle was stable and could not even tremble.

Never.

Very close.

The eaves of the umbrella moved back, and his face was exposed in the misty rain.

In the misty rain.

He was dressed in white clothes with gauze embroidered with green bamboo, thick eyebrows, and narrow and sharp eyes. He seemed cold and ruthless, but the smile on his lips neutralized his sharp edges, making his whole person look softer.

For a while.

Little Xingxing was so fascinated by it.

Chu Li's appearance has always been in her taste, but today he is particularly stunning. He is dressed in white and looks like the only bright color in the world against the background of the gray sky.

There was only one sentence left in Little Xingxing's mind - The people on Mo are like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world.

She stared at Chu Li blankly, and she still hadn't come back to her senses until Chu Li pushed the wheelchair in front of her.

"..."

Chu Li's eyes flashed with a smile.

He was very satisfied with the effect of his carefully designed appearance.

"Xing'er, Xing'er?"

"ah?"

Chu Li's smile deepened, "What are you looking at?"

"..."

wipe!

She actually looked at Chu Li and was mesmerized!

It was completely embarrassing and humiliating.

Little Xingxing's old face turned red, her eyes averted, and she laughed dryly, "I, wasn't I looking at the charcoal? Ah, yes, I was looking at the charcoal. Chu Mohan asked me to give him the charcoal, and Lu'er said that the charcoal is very good."

Chu Li glanced at Lu'er.

"..."

That glance was as cold as an ice pick.

Lu'er hurriedly lowered his head.

Master.

Why did you pull the slave out to block the gun?

It will kill people.

Chu Li squinted his eyes and stared at the charcoal for a moment, then looked away as if nothing had happened. He glanced sideways and behind him and hummed, "Chu Mohan does have intentions."

Little Xingxing glanced at him secretly, and Chu Li felt something. He raised his head and met her eyes.

thumping!

Thumping!

Little Xingxing's heartbeat accelerated for no apparent reason, and she immediately averted her eyes with a guilty conscience.

Damn it.

What the hell is the rapid heartbeat?

It's not the first time she has met Chu Li, but... Chu Li is really good-looking today, so good-looking that people can't take their eyes away.

Little Xingxing's mouth was a little dry. She licked her lips and looked away with difficulty.

"Why are you here again?"

"Look at you."

"..."

Little Xingxing felt like she had a little rabbit on her chest. She pressed her chest forcefully, "What do I have to see?"

"nice."

He added with a smile, "She looks better than anyone else."

"..."

Little Xingxing found that her face was a little hot. She couldn't look at Chu Li at all. She felt that Chu Li at this moment was a charming vixen.

Seductive!

Breathtaking!

It makes people want to... throw them down!

Oh my god.
To be continued...