On the night of the broken engagement, the paranoid prince came to me crying and asking for my statu

If everything Prince Yun did was really to pave the way for his grandson, then...

How could he let his grandson die so easily?

so...

The Sixteenth Prince is most likely also a target.

At least, that was the case in the previous life.

In this life, something unexpected happened in Yumen City, and their second branch left the first branch, completely out of Prince Yun's plan...

So, in the next step, will Prince Yun continue to have multiple relationships at the same time like he did in his previous life?

"Prince Yun is not stupid, he just knows how to concentrate all the advantages in one place for his own use."

The voice of the person in front of him was flat. Su Sui'an shuddered, choked on his saliva, and almost fell off his back.

"Ahem... If you don't want to carry me, you can just put me down. Isn't it better than my movement almost exposing our whereabouts?"

If he had not been facing the back of this person's head the whole time, Su Sui'an would have suspected that this person was secretly turning his head to look at him.

"Silence."

Fu Minghuai's action made Su Sui'an swallow back the words he was about to say.

The two of them looked at Fuyao Hall again.

At this time, the third prince stood in front of Su Qishun, seemingly negotiating something with Hong Xiru.

Su Sui'an and Fu Jingrong concentrated at the same time.

"The Hong Mansion's current status is inseparable from the efforts of the two previous Lords Hong. I believe that Minister Hong should understand that moving up is difficult, but moving down is a matter of a day."

Murong Qian had a smile on his face, but his tone was cold.

Hong Xiru pursed his lips and clenched his fists, as if he was trying hard to endure something.

Su Qishun stepped forward and said, "Brother, since it has already happened, it is not what you and I want. Now that we have talked it out, we are now family..."

"Who is your friend?"

Hong Xiru shook Su Qishun's hand away.

When he turned to Murong Qian, the coldness on his face eased a little, "I will remember the Third Prince's advice, but my Hong Mansion is definitely not a soft persimmon that can be manipulated by anyone."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

In the distance, Su Sui'an stared in amazement at everything that was happening before his eyes.

He looked at Murong Qian in disbelief, "That's it?"

She thought Hong Xiru would at least fight a little harder for his sister.

From this perspective, the relationship between the Hong brothers and sisters is just like this.

He turned to look at the old woman and the Taoist priest who were being held aside, and then looked at Hong, whose clothes were so dirty that the original color could not be seen and who looked like an evildoer.

Su Qishun snorted coldly, "What are you all standing there for? Why don't you drag these two away?"

The servants moved quickly, and after a few screams, Fuyao Hall returned to its previous tranquility in an instant.

After having Hong locked up again and leaving Fuyao Hall with Murong Qian, Su Qishun smiled at Murong Qian in a flattering manner.

"It's a rare occasion for the Third Prince to come here, and he has brought glory to my humble abode. If the Third Prince doesn't mind, why don't you go to the front hall and have a cup of tea?"

Murong Qian changed his attitude of defending Su Qishun in front of Hong Xiru, threw down the word "waste" and left.

Su Sui'an had already gotten off Fu Jingrong's back at this time, and was looking at everything happening in the distance, feeling a little surprised.

"I didn't expect that the Third Prince would be so direct in his words. Hong Xiru's actions are indeed hard to understand."

"The Third Prince has his eyes on Prince Yun behind Su Qishun," Fu Jingrong chuckled. "Hong Xiru chose not to confront him head-on, which shows that he cherishes his life. Unfortunately, someone will not let him go back alive."

Su Sui'an turned and looked at Fu Jingrong.

The latter lowered his head and met her eyes. His sparkling pupils seemed to hide a vast galaxy of stars.

Su Sui'an was stunned for a moment.

"Miss Su keeps looking at me like this, but what's that on Mr. Fu's face?"

Su Sui'an knew he had lost his composure when asked this sudden question, and quickly lowered his head.

"No."

Damn it, as soon as I met his eyes, I couldn't even remember what I wanted to say.

Fu Jingrong took her performance in, and smiled silently, his tone still calm and cold.

"It should still be in time to go and watch the show now."

Su Sui'an glanced at the half-dark sky and said, "You mean..."

Fu Jingrong's eyes also followed her woodwind instrument, "Be polite first and then use force. If the other party doesn't accept the toast, won't there be another cup of bitter wine waiting for him later?"

...

Outside the Marquis of Changping’s Mansion.

Hong Xiru and Hong Shui both had gloomy faces.

"Master, is it true that we can't do anything about Su Qishun?"

Hong Xiru glanced at the magnificent carriage not far away and the guards guarding around it, his mouth moved slightly, but in the end he said nothing.

"This is a serious matter, let's go back to the mansion first."

No one expected that the third prince would suddenly appear at this time to help Su Qishun.

The carriage slowly drove into the street gradually shrouded in dusk, and several dark shadows followed silently behind the carriage.

...

It’s been a bumpy ride.

Until it was completely dark, Hong Xiru still hadn't reached home and felt that the journey home today was particularly long.

He lifted the car window curtains, and the unfamiliar environment outside the window made him realize that something was wrong.

"This is not the way back to the Hong Mansion."

Hong Xiru shouted outside.

Unexpectedly, the driver's speed was getting faster and faster.

What else doesn't Hong Xiru and Hong Shui understand?

Hong Shui immediately stuck his head out of the window, trying to check the soldiers guarding them at the back of the carriage.

A sharp arrow flew through the air and forced him back into the carriage.

Even so, he could see clearly their current situation - he didn't know when the soldiers who had escorted them to the Changping Marquis' Mansion to cause trouble had disappeared, but now only two of them were left, desperately chasing the carriage from behind.

"what is going on?"

Hong Xiru roared.

The carriage wheels ran over a rock, causing a violent shake, almost throwing Hong Xiru and Hong Shui out of the carriage.

"Master, the other party is trying to silence us intentionally."

After Hong Shui said this with a cold face, he directly pulled out the dagger he carried with him and put it into Hong Xiru's hand without waiting for Hong Xiru to react.

This is his short dagger.

"A water."

Seeing what Hong Shui was thinking deep in his heart, Hong Xiru looked at him with moved eyes.

Hong Shui gave him a firm look in response, "Master, there is no need to say anything. This is all Hong Shui's own will."

After a pause, he gave Hong Xiru a sincere smile, "Back then, when the young lady found her ideal husband, I was really happy for her. However, now that the young lady is being humiliated, I cannot sit idly by. If the master can escape this time, I hope he will not let the thieves get away with it."

After saying that, he opened the door of the carriage, intending to kick the coachman off the carriage with one blow and regain the initiative.

His guess was correct.

The coachman had already been replaced by someone with ulterior motives when they arrived at the Marquis of Changping's Mansion.

Now that the other party has instructed the coachman to drive the carriage here, it is clear what his intention is.