Yan Qing was being carried to the outer courtyard by her mother-in-law. She came in from the back hall and went directly to the inner room behind the gauze screen. She was placed on the rose chair. To show that she had not fully recovered, she coughed occasionally.
The prince pursed his lips, and the discomfort in his heart at being forced to apologize dissipated somewhat.
Prince Xuan looked at the prince with twinkling eyes. He had no choice but to stand up and walk to the screen. After thinking for a while, he cupped his hands and said, "Miss Qi, I behaved too much that day and shocked Miss Qi. I apologize to you!"
Even though he only bowed slightly, Master Yan's eyes gradually softened. He is the prince after all, so he must be given this face no matter what!
Yan Qing didn't need to say anything, he just continued to cough innocently.
"Yan Xi thanked His Highness the Crown Prince on behalf of my little girl!" Although he rolled his eyes in his heart, Yan Xi, as Yan Qingzheng's father, still had to take care of his face.
The prince didn't know why, but he was a little worried about Yan Xi. After knowing that he was also on the screen, his body became nervous involuntarily.
"Sir, it is my fault that you are too polite." The prince was more sincere this time.
"Prince, sit down for a moment while Wei Chen goes to send the little girl back." Yan Xi rejected the mother-in-law and directly picked up Yan Qing and was about to go back from the back hall. He didn't want to stay with the prince.
"Master Yan, please wait a moment." Prince Xuan suddenly stood up and said.
Yan Xi had no choice but to stop and said, "I wonder if Prince Xuan has any other advice?"
Prince Xuan cupped his fist slightly and said, "I don't dare to give you advice. It's just that the prince offended the seventh lady before. Although he came to apologize today, he was still not sincere enough. Xiao Wang prepared some gifts for the seventh lady. Quan made an apology and invited the seventh lady.
Accept it."
Yan Xi looked at her daughter. They all respected her daughter's opinion on this matter.
Yan Qing was very curious. She could tell that the prince was forced to come, so this gift must have been prepared by Prince Xuan.
I have heard many rumors about Prince Xuan, and I wonder what kind of gift such a person would prepare to apologize.
And...who would object to having too much money!
Seeing her daughter nodding her head fiercely, Yan Xi smiled fondly and said, "Then it's better to be respectful than to obey."
Grand Master Yan thought for a moment and realized that Prince Xuan was very interesting and he could not let him down too much.
"Well, Sister Qiao is still young and doesn't have so many men and women to guard her, so I'll remove the screen so that she can pay tribute to His Highness the Crown Prince and Prince Xuan!"
The prince raised his eyebrows, this old man really has double standards!
Why didn't my majestic prince let the seventh lady come out to pay him a tribute when he came with the imperial master? If he had done this at the beginning, he would have sneaked away to the back house, and such a thing would have happened! But he forgot,
As soon as he entered the gate of Yan Mansion, he found an excuse to run away. Who would give him a courtesy?
Prince Xuan was calm and calm, as if he had expected it. He clasped his hands smoothly: "Thank you, Master!"
The servants quickly removed the screen, and Yan Qing was standing aside led by Yan Xi. When Yan Xi saw Prince Xuan, he quickly knelt down to salute.
"We have met His Highness the Crown Prince, Prince Xuan!" After Yan Xi finished speaking, he felt something was not right. He quietly raised his head and saw that his daughter was standing upright.
Yan Xi gently pulled her daughter down, but she didn't move.
At this time, the Crown Prince and Prince Xuan had already returned the favor and asked Yan Xi to get up. After Yan Xi thanked him, he apologized on behalf of Yan Qing.
"My little girl is in shock and has lost her etiquette. Please forgive me for Your Highness the Crown Prince and Prince Xuan."
Both of them said: "It doesn't matter."
It’s a joke, you’ve already told me that you’re in shock, who dares to say no!
Prince Xuan said: "Come on, go and bring the gift in."
Butler Liu quickly agreed outside the door, Mrs. Yan also winked, and the steward also followed, otherwise no gift would be able to enter the Yan family's door!
Butler Liu brought in two boxes, but Yan Xi looked at Yan Qingzheng, her daughter looked wrong!
Yan Qing stared directly at Prince Xuan, his big eyes flashing and his mouth pursed, not knowing what he was thinking.
Prince Xuan asked Butler Liu to open the box and said, "These are the clothing materials and some gadgets that I have prepared for Miss Seventh. I hope that Miss Seventh will accept them as an apology."
Prince Xuan said this to Yan Qingzheng, and Yan Qingzheng felt that he should stand up and answer.
"My little girl, thank you, Prince Xuan. It's really hard for you to have such a nephew!" Yan Qing almost made the prince jump when he opened his mouth. Mrs. Yan and Yan Xi almost couldn't hold back their laughter. Even Prince Xuan did.
Startled.
"Fortunately, there isn't much that I need to take care of." Prince Xuan thought seriously for a while before answering.
The prince looked at Prince Xuan in disbelief: "Little Emperor Uncle!" Where can I put my face when you talk about my nephew like this!
Yan Qingzheng rolled his eyes at the prince. He heard that they were only one year apart, but look at Prince Xuan's self-cultivation and magnanimity!
There really is no harm without comparison!
"Uh..." Yan Qing stopped looking at the prince. She looked at Prince Xuan like a little adult and said seriously: "It's not that this little girl is greedy for money. I really don't dare to live up to Prince Xuan's wishes."
Prince Xuan nodded, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Miss Seven!"
Yan Qing pointed to the two boxes with a smile: "Okay, I will accept the betrothal gift!"
King Xuan said smoothly: "Okay!"
There was silence in the room for a while, and then Mrs. Yan sprayed a sip of tea into Butler Liu's face, but the other party didn't respond. Yan Xi squatted down with trembling lips and said in her daughter's ear: "Girl, my daughter...that's not called a betrothal gift...then
what do you say that is?"
Master Yan Xi is already a little confused. This is definitely not a betrothal gift, but what is it?
The prince burst into laughter. This girl is so interesting. If he goes out and publicizes it, her reputation will be ruined!
"You, you actually want to marry my little uncle!" The prince laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe!
Yan Qingzheng didn't realize that he said something wrong. Wasn't he apologizing...
Why are you having such a big reaction!
What is the difference between an apology gift and a betrothal gift?
Betrothal gift sounds better. Didn’t my mother often mention what kind of betrothal gift she received, which made all the girls in the sect envious?
Prince Xuan put his hand into a fist and coughed lightly: "Well, I'm afraid Miss Seven has misunderstood. These two boxes are..."
"Could it be that you want to regret it?" Yan Qingzheng's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief, "The dignified Prince Xuan, a manly man! Do you want to regret it?"
"My king's words are irresistible!" Prince Xuan couldn't help but puff up his chest.
"Come on, Yun'er, Jing'er, and Xuan'er, come here and carry back the two boxes of Prince Xuan's betrothal gifts for me!" Yan Qing was hurriedly greeting his people. His father was a bit unreliable. He actually refused to accept these good things.
!
Sure enough, my mother was right, men are all losers!
The three maids looked at each other in confusion, but the young lady's grandfather and father were both there, so they didn't say anything. They thought, the big shot was really different. He came to apologize and actually made the young lady into his wife...
Yan Qingzheng completely ignored Mrs. Yan and his father, who were completely petrified, and waved his hand before leaving.
Looking at Prince Xuan's shaky figure, he felt that he had overlooked something.