Chu Qingge asked without answering, "Who is the financial backer behind you, will you tell me?"

If she can't say it, what's the use of being curious?

But unexpectedly, Mu Yuan told the truth: "I don't know, I just know, I want to send you to Beiqin."

"Bei Qin?" Chu Qingge narrowed his eyes and suddenly smiled: "Is it because I designed it to be defeated last time, and they can't afford to lose, so they want to catch me back?"

She looked at Mu Yuan again: "Hey, do you know? I am a hero of Chu and have made great contributions in the battle of Mocheng. You are now harming the loyal minister of Chu."

However, Chu Qingge did not intend to continue delving into this issue with him.

Who doesn’t know that Prince Li defeated the Northern Qin army in the battle of Mocheng?

Who would believe that she, a proud princess, has made contributions to the battle?

Chu Qingge yawned, stood up in the chair, and slowly walked towards the big bed.

"All of you are ungrateful. When you need it, let me save people. When you don't need it, you always want to kill me."

She walked to the bed and sat down, then lay down, and pulled herself into a quilt.

The words were very indifferent, as if they were complaining, and as if they were just muttering.

There is nothing to complain about.

Not long after, a slight snoring sounded, and she actually fell asleep with peace of mind.

It looks very tired.

Mu Yuan stood in the room, his body slightly stiff.

He retreated from the room until he was sure she was really asleep and closed the door.

There are rumors that in the battle of Mocheng, the Ninth Princess led the soldiers to shoot down the Northern Qin Feimen, and even designed to cause chaos in the Northern Qin military camp.

He didn't believe it before.

To be honest, who would like to believe it? A delicate princess raised in the deep palace!

But now, for some reason, my beliefs are a little shaken...

"Young Master." In the yard, Xianglan and the second leader were waiting.

Mu Yuan hesitated for a while before walking over.

"Young Master, do you really let her stay in it? What if she runs away..."

"Do you think that a person who drinks a whole bowl of cartilage powder medicine can escape?" Mu Yuan's eyes were slightly dark.

Xianglan bit her lower lip, but she still felt dissatisfied: "She is a cunning woman."

Must be!

What stupidity? No, that was definitely pretending, she suddenly felt threatened.

But Mu Yuan ignored her and just looked at the second in commander.

The second headmaster said: "The main headmaster's injuries are getting worse and worse. We need money to buy expensive medicinal materials and food..."

He sighed: "I know that if the young master wants to do such a thing, the young master will definitely feel uncomfortable, but... But the people from the Black Wolf Gang may come again, and everyone's life is really sad."

"Young master, as long as you finish this, your brothers' lives will be better, and the boss can afford good medicinal materials. We must do this!"

Mu Yuan didn't say anything.

Now it is not a matter of need or not, but he has brought the person back.

Things are done if you don’t do them.

"I'll go see my adoptive father." He walked towards the room in the distance.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and looked at Xianglan: "Go and prepare some osmanthus cake, and deliver it to the princess' room tomorrow morning, and..."

Qinglu Tea...ah, a little headache.

He said, "Go to collect some morning dew in the early morning, I want to use it."

"Young Master, she..."

"Sending the princess to Beiqin for silver is not a matter of justice."

There was a little dullness in Mu Yuan's eyes, but after all, it was forced to do so.

This is really not what he wants.
Chapter completed!