Ye Sichen looked at the retreating figure with some heartache, and there was hot blood flowing in his chest.

She is not completely devoid of feelings for him, she is really cold-faced and warm-hearted.

The corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up.

Zhuifeng appeared next to Ye Sichen at this time, "Your Majesty, my subordinates have found out that it was the horseman who drove the carriage that day who received a thousand taels of silver from Miss Wang and sold the information to her."

"Blast it out and don't use it again. Also, check the source of Wang Siyu's money, and..."

After whispering the rest of the words, Zhui Feng went down.

At the same time, on the other side, Chen Fengzhen closed the door in her yard and couldn't help laughing: "Okay, okay, I didn't expect that evildoer only has so much time left, so I don't need to spare my hands to deal with him."

"When he dies, everything will belong to my Ming'er!"

The more Chen Fengzhen thought about it, the happier she became, and she waved her hand to summon the old servant.

"Arrange a few maids to be with the dead girl to prevent her from ruining the layout I have worked hard on for many years."

"Yes, but..." The old servant Aunt Jiang looked embarrassed.

"What?" Chen Fengzhen glanced at her, picked up the teacup at hand, took a sip, and asked indifferently.

Aunt Jiang rolled her eyes and cautiously stepped forward to report back.

"In front of the princess are Cangqiong's own people, who are well-trained. Our people are not even close at all. Even the cooks are heard to be royal chefs specially given by the Lord of Cangqiong..."

When this was mentioned, Chen Fengzhen became angry.

The grand ostentation was just to make the old princess look disgraceful.

"What about the newly built princess mansion? Then we can arrange a few of our own people, right?"

Aunt Jiang nodded repeatedly with a look of embarrassment on her face, "Yes, I will definitely try my best."

"Go! Go! Go."

Chen Fengzhen pinched her forehead.

This damn Wen Wanqiu has transformed into a princess. What is her purpose in coming here in the first place?

Thinking of the relationship between the two of them, her heart trembled.

If Wen Wanqiu was really allowed to marry as a princess, would she still have a good life?

Can her youngest son Ye Ming inherit the title?

No!

There is absolutely no way Wen Wanqiu can be the princess!

Thinking of this, Chen Fengzhen immediately went to Zhaoxia Courtyard.

Wang Siyu's eyes were as swollen as walnuts from crying because of being scolded.

"aunt!"

When she saw the person coming, she rushed up and threw herself directly into Chen Fengzhen's arms, sobbing.

"What do you mean, cousin? He doesn't like me anymore, does he?"

"He is interested in the status of that little bitch Wen Wanqiu. Doesn't he think that I, the direct granddaughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, are not good enough?"

"Aunt, when will my grandfather come back? I miss him so much. If he were here, no one would dare to bully Siyu like this!"

Chen Fengzhen secretly rolled her eyes, but her expression did not change. She held her little face distressedly and wiped away her tears with a handkerchief, "Okay, you are our young lady, how can you cry so inappropriately for others to see?"

Go, isn't it a joke?

After Wang Siyu was given some advice, she immediately restrained her aggressive behavior.

Biting her red lips and acting coquettishly, "Aunt, what do you think I should do?"

"Now Wen Wanqiu, a noble princess, stunningly beautiful, how can I compete with her!"

"And the kind doctor next to her dares to tease me in public. He is looking for death!"

Chen Fengzhen asked back, "You have been complaining since I entered the house, but have you ever really tried to win Ye Sichen's heart? What a man wants is not a woman with a hook-and-loop style. How can you handle the four words of being the mistress of the house?

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"What do you mean, aunt? I don't deserve it?" Wang Siyu's face immediately darkened.

"You, you have to know when to stop in order to control a man's heart. Rushing for sex is not a business, just look at Wen Wanqiu and you will know."

Wang Siyu thought about it carefully, "Yes, when she was as humble as a dog, my cousin didn't even look at her. Now that she is as cold as ice, my cousin puts his warm face against her cold ass..."

The two of them conspired in the room for a long time.

There was no frost on the roof at all.

Wen Wanqiu smiled after hearing Hanshuang Lai's report.

"These two guys, as stupid as pigs, actually plan to hold a chrysanthemum appreciation banquet so that I can retreat and embarrass myself in public?"

"good."

"The Night King has not yet recovered from his serious illness. Chen Fengzhen is going to hold a chrysanthemum banquet. The banquet is still held in the name of the granddaughter of the Prime Minister's Palace. It seems that there must be something fishy here. Otherwise, Chen Fengzhen is so cautious and careful about her reputation. She will definitely not do it.

in this way."

For a moment, Wen Wanqiu wondered who instructed Chen Fengzhen to dare to act so boldly.

A person appeared in her mind, and she suddenly restrained her mind, not daring to speculate any further.

Hanshuang frowned slightly, "But they whispered a few secret words. I didn't hear them clearly, but it seems that they are about the Third Highness..."

"Third brother?"

Wen Wanqiu suddenly thought of something and started to slap the case.

"Quick, order someone to protect Third Brother!"

now.

In a small inn outside the city.

Wen Qi was giving free medical consultation to some villagers in the village, when several burly men rushed in, holding long knives and looking fierce.

"Who is the good doctor?"

The timid villagers were all frightened and dispersed in an instant, leaving the man sitting at the table alone.

The man was dressed in a white coarse linen robe. The clothes on him were obviously minimalist, but he had a different kind of grace, like a Tianshan snow lotus, cold and indifferent.

There was a calm smile on his face that looked like he was in charge of the world, and he didn't pay attention to the big man in black in front of him at all.

But their thin bodies gave the big men in black a high degree of self-confidence.

"Hey, brat, if you dare to offend someone you shouldn't offend, today is your death anniversary."

The big man in black didn't talk nonsense, he raised his knife and was about to chop.

Wen Qi leaned back and raised his head, narrowly avoiding the knife.

"Huh? What a good boy! He knows how to work hard! No wonder he dares to be so arrogant!"

Wen Qi put his hands on the table and said calmly, "A person from the Night Palace?"

His eyes flashed with wisdom, and the movement of the strong man in black was obviously slightly stagnant.

"Stop talking nonsense!" He slashed with his knife again. This knife was extremely sharp and powerful.

Just at the moment when the knife was about to fall, a streak of light passed by.

Zheng!

The harsh sound made everyone cover their ears.

The strong man in black was kicked away by a speeding shadow, and several others behind him were also killed with a machete in the hand of someone who came in at great speed.

Boom, boom, boom!

All those who were looking for trouble fell to the ground in an instant.

Not even a single wound could be seen on his body, and he was completely exhaled.

Wen Qi smiled slightly and stood up, "Fourth, you are finally willing to come over."

"Third brother!"

The afterimage fell in front of Wen Qi, who knelt down straight on one knee, raised his hands respectfully, and his rough face was full of excitement.

"Okay, just come here."

The two brothers immediately found a restaurant to have a drink.

Wen Xun is as tall as a small pagoda. Sitting in the box, it seems a bit crowded.

Wen Qi hadn't seen her fourth brother for a long time, and she couldn't hide the joy in her eyes, "I haven't seen you in five years, and you have grown a lot stronger."
Chapter completed!