The next moment, she seemed a little dazzled, and the Nine Kings actually raised their lips at her.
Could it be that he saw what she said.
"Qin Yin, Miss Luo Er disturbed my king's travels and took him to the Ninth Prince's Mansion for tea."
Xiao Mingxuan spoke slowly, his voice a little cold, and the people on the left and right were so shocked that they knelt on the ground and trembled.
In the carriage, Luo Jiuli crossed his arms and remained calm.
She wanted to find him anyway, no matter where she went.
Two carriages, one behind the other, turned around and stopped at the gate of the Ninth Prince's Mansion.
Chun Rong and the coachman were so frightened that they didn't dare to breathe.
Luo Jiuli got off the carriage and looked up.
The two stone lions, the painted red door, and the three characters "Nine Princes' Palace" with dancing phoenixes seem to indicate to everyone its noble and lofty status.
At this time, Xiao Mingxuan also got out of the carriage and looked at Luo Jiuli, who had a handsome appearance and lively eyes, especially when his eyes fell on the mole of lovesickness under the corner of her eye, and he almost raised his eyebrows.
When the guard guarding the door saw the Ninth Prince coming back, he knelt down to welcome him.
I couldn't help but murmur in my heart, didn't the Nine Kings just leave the palace? Why did they come back so soon?
How did Luo Jiuli know that her encounter with Xiao Mingxuan on the street was not accidental, but inevitable.
The two entered the house one after the other.
In the flower hall, Luo Jiuli sat down and looked at the empty table.
"Didn't the prince want to invite me to tea?"
Where's the tea?
Xiao Mingxuan frowned and rubbed his temples.
I thought to myself, today is the tenth day of the Lunar New Year, and it will be the fifteenth in five days. Then I can test whether she can really suppress his spell.
Luo Jiuli looked at him with a somewhat troubled look. He was very curious and poked his head forward.
"My lord, are you worried?"
Seeing the face magnified in front of him, Xiao Mingxuan's expression instantly turned cold, so cold that it bit the bones.
When Luo Jiuli saw his expression, he narrowed his eyes instantly and his expression became silent.
On the side, Qin Yin was secretly speechless.
The Miss Luo family is really not an ordinary person. No one in the entire capital dares to look down on the Nine Kings in front of them.
"Do you have anything to do with me?"
If nothing had happened, she would not have sat in the carriage so obediently and followed him back home.
Xiao Mingxuan glanced at her, his eyes calm.
Luo Jiuli pursed her lips and was about to speak up to confront him, but when she thought about it, she really had something to ask him for.
"My dear, can the prince step aside?"
Xiao Mingxuan glanced at her, as if he knew what she wanted to ask.
He waved his hands to the left and right.
For a moment, everyone in the flower hall retreated.
Even Chun Rong, who followed Luo Jiuli into the mansion, also retreated to the courtyard.
"Say it."
His tone was cold and his voice was light.
Luo Jiuli was used to his cold attitude. After all, in the world in her previous life, people were also extremely indifferent to each other.
"About King Zhao--"
Before he finished speaking, Xiao Mingxuan snorted coldly.
"What? Do you still have feelings for King Zhao?"
"My feelings are disgusting? Ninth Prince, can you not disgust me?"
Luo Jiuli felt that if he could beat him, he would definitely fight him.
What a pity! She can't beat this man, who is mysterious, low-key, and powerful in martial arts.
Xiao Mingxuan's movements froze, and he didn't know what he was feeling at the moment.
She scolded him, but he wasn't angry at all.
Weird.
"I would like to ask, has the prince ever interrogated King Zhao, or his concubine, Yan Tinglian?"
Xiao Mingxuan slowly turned his head.
"What exactly do you want to ask?"
"I--"
Luo Jiuli was immediately speechless.
What should she say?
I beg the Ninth Prince to help me ask, did Prince Zhao consummate the marriage with me on the night of my wedding?
King Zhao said that the child was not his. Is that true?
Is she crazy? Dare you ask these words.
"Your Majesty, can you take me to Prince Zhao's Mansion or the Prison of the Ministry of Punishment?"
Xiao Mingxuan frowned slightly and stared at her for a moment.
Luo Jiuli was not afraid of his stare, and faced his scrutinizing gaze openly.
After a while, I heard him say:
"I can take you there, but I have a condition?"
"Conditions? Are there really many conditions for the prince?"
Luo Jiuli unfolded his sleeves.
Xiao Mingxuan ignored her and said:
"In five days, come to Jiuwang Mansion, and I will tell you again."
"Five days from now? On the fifteenth day?"
"Um."
Xiao Mingxuan stood up, his noble and ascetic appearance became visibly indifferent, and walked out with his feet raised.