Taking the initiative to remarry! The crazy prince is obsessed with me

"......" Miao Yan looked confused.

In her opinion, apart from the nobles in the capital, there seemed to be no one else worthy of the prince's personal visit.

Shen Xiyue looked at her with a half-smile: "...Isn't the guy from Suzhou an extremely noble person?"

Miao Yan’s eyes widened. The guy from Suzhou...that was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who was sent by the imperial court to provide disaster relief!

She had also heard a little about the Crown Prince having his job snatched away by the Prince, and could fully imagine the Crown Prince's hatred...but she didn't expect that the Crown Prince would come to Hangzhou in person to take revenge on the Prince!

She didn't dare to think about it any further, fearing that if she thought too much, she would lose her chance of survival.

To work under Sister Gu, you just have to be obedient and maybe you can still have a chance to survive.

She said quickly, "Yes."

Shen Xiyue nodded and said, "Go ahead, let this prince take a good look at what you are capable of!"

Miao Yan thought about it, then stood up and took out a jade token from her makeup box. She presented it to Shen Xiyue with both hands, looking pious: "Yes, after Miao Yan leaves, if the young master does not want to reveal his identity, with this jade token, the prince can freely enter and exit these three brothels!"

Shen Xiyue raised her eyebrows and reached out to take the jade token.

The jade plate felt warm to the touch, with a circle of cloud patterns carved on it and a peony on the front and back, as if to imply that if one dies under a peony flower, one will still be a romantic ghost.

It really fits the style of a brothel!

Shen Xiyue nodded, put away the jade token, and said nothing more to Miao Yan.

Walking out, Shuang Ye followed Shen Xiyue closely, feeling that today was a very fruitful day.

Shen Xiyue returned to the inn and immediately wrote a letter. The city of Hangzhou was in such a mess that it couldn't be any more chaotic. She just wanted to tell Murong Xuan about these things first so that he would have some idea of ​​what was going on.

After writing the letter, he put it in another envelope outside the envelope and wrote "To Tan Ruoxue" on it.

It would never arouse suspicion if young girls sent letters to each other.

After doing all this, Shen Xiyue let out a long breath.

She asked the waiter to prepare hot water, and then soaked herself in the bathtub. Her long black hair spread out slowly in the water. She untied the comfortable cloth belt on her chest and peeled off the thin layer of skin on her face. She was no longer restrained.

She breathed a sigh of relief and wondered what Murong Xuan was doing at this moment.

......

It was almost dawn.

Inside the study, several people who looked like disaster victims in ragged clothes were kneeling on the ground, all of them with fear on their faces, trembling.

Mao Ping respectfully reported to Murong Xuan, who was sitting on the table: "Your Highness, these people sneaked into Suzhou at night and planned to poison the well. I have already checked and found that they came from Hangzhou."

Murong Xuan's eyes were tired, and when he heard the word Hangzhou, the murderous look in his eyes became even more intense.

He picked up the teacup with his slender fingers, lifted the tea lid with his fingers, and scraped the tea foam again and again. The sound was not loud, but it scared several people on the ground and made them shiver.

He casually lifted his eyelids, then looked at the terrified man kneeling at the head of the group: "Who sent you here?"

The leading man kowtowed and begged for mercy, and kept defending himself: "Master, we are here to escape disasters. We didn't mean to poison the well. We just wanted to ask for some water to drink!"

Escape to Suzhou?

The disaster in Suzhou is much more serious than that in Hangzhou!

Murong Xuan looked at him, his slightly upturned phoenix eyes were unusually friendly, and he said in a gentle voice: "Speak, and you can live if you speak."

The more he did this, the more frightened the man became: "What I said is the truth, please spare my life, sir..."

Murong Xuan chuckled, stretched out his hand to pull the sword from Mao Ping's waist, and frivolously lifted his chin with the tip of the sword: "Think about it again?"

The man was terrified and didn't dare to kowtow again. He swallowed hard and said, "Yes... yes... um!"

Before he could finish his words, he didn't expect that the woman kneeling behind him suddenly pulled out a dagger from her chest and stabbed him in the back.

The woman's face was ferocious. After killing the man, she used all her strength to pull out the dagger and tried to stab Murong Xuan again. However, before the tip of the knife touched Murong Xuan, Murong Xuan chopped off her arm with a sword with an expressionless face.

The woman rolled on the ground wailing, and the rest of the group of people trembled, wishing they could just die now!

There was a voice from the guards outside, and then a guard came running in: "Your Highness, there is a letter for you."

Murong Xuan took the letter nonchalantly and looked at the group of criminals on the ground: "I'll give you one more letter to think carefully."

Criminal: “…”

Don't even mention that you want to read the letter. Even if you were to have a banquet in front of us right now, we would still be grateful to you for letting us live a little longer!

Murong Xuan was not in a good mood.

It’s only been a few days since Shen Xiyue left, and he can’t even sleep well.

Every day I just want to urge Tan Yichun to comfort the victims, rebuild houses, and speed up the construction of the river embankment so that I can go to Hangzhou to find her as soon as possible.

I didn't expect these few blind people to suddenly appear.

The guard handed over the letter respectfully. On the cover was written in beautiful small characters: From His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Murong Xuan traced the small characters with his fingertips, as if he was feeling the force with which she wrote.

The temperature in his eyes became warmer. When he opened it, he found that the letter was not long. It was all about serious matters and was finished in less than a page.

Murong Xuan flipped over and over again, trying to find a sentence he wanted to see.

Not only that, he also said that he had sent him an oiran. What did he want an oiran for? Could an oiran work on the riverbank?

Finally, he sighed in frustration: "No conscience."

He folded the letter paper gloomily, and glanced at the people kneeling on the ground with a half-smile: "Hangzhou prefect, Cheng Su, are you taking his orders?"

Criminals all over the ground: "......"

What's going on? How can you know everything just by reading the letter?

Murong Xuan raised his hand, as if he had completely lost interest in these people, and looked at Mao Ping: "Drag him away and sacrifice him alive on the riverbank."

He wanted to see who else was so blind as to come here.

The criminals showed fear on their faces, sacrificed themselves to the river bank, and watched themselves die with their eyes open...

They panicked: "Have mercy!"

Murong Xuan ignored him.

Several people on the ground were dragged out. He slowly stood up, walked to the desk, picked up a pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote a reply fluently.