After I traveled through the book, I spoiled the anorexic prince

The Moyi Guards had all been given orders by Wei Yanshi and knew that their master was hiding his true identity. After hearing his insolent words, their subordinates unconsciously used their strength to push the man down completely, making him unable to stand up again.

Wei Lin showed the token with a cold face and said, "Open your eyes and take a good look. The person above is the Prince of Yong'an, a title specially granted by the late emperor. We, the Moyi Guards, are here to protect the Prince of Yong'an under the order of our master, the Prince of Huainan!"

He Yibai raised his head with difficulty and took a closer look, then immediately smiled flatteringly, "So it's Prince Yong'an. I haven't seen you for many years, and you are still as elegant as ever, and your complexion has become much more rosy."

Anyone could see that the prince in front of him was thin, and his cheeks, although not pale, were not as rosy as he said.

Wei Yanshi said coldly: "It seems that Mr. He has not learned much from your father's skill of speaking in different ways to different people. You will never tell the truth before seeing the coffin! Come on, hit him!"

"How dare you!" He Yibai glared and said angrily, "My sister is the current imperial concubine! If you dare to hit me today, the emperor will issue an order to make the decision for me tomorrow!"

"So this is what you rely on."

Wei Yanshi raised his eyebrows. Not only was there no fear on his face, but he even looked eager to try. He ordered the Mo Yiwei, "Beat him. If one beating doesn't work, beat him a second time until he is willing to tell the truth."

The Moyi Guards followed orders and their execution ability was comparable to that of the well-trained soldiers in the military camp. The Shangshu's son, who had been so arrogant just now, did nothing but curse until the third round of ten sticks began, when the curses gradually faded away and turned into groans of pain and pleas for mercy.

Jing Se on the side lowered his head slightly and said nothing, as if trying to reduce his presence.

"and this--"

When Wei Yanshi turned to look at him and was about to say he would hit him, he heard a soft voice saying "leave blank".

The young man in red, who seemed to be about to ascend to the sky, was like a balloon with a hole in it, but he instantly lost his air. He blinked in confusion and looked at the little girl in light green clothes: "What's wrong?"

For a moment, everyone in the restaurant followed his gaze and looked in that direction. Even the sticks in the hands of the two black-clothed guards who were beating people paused.

It was the first time for them to see someone dare to interrupt the master who was giving orders without permission, and it was also the first time for them to hear their master's voice soften.

Feeling the shock of the entire Black Guard, Wei Yanshi cleared his throat and said solemnly to the two Black Guards: "I didn't tell you to stop."

He Yibai, who had finally caught his breath, suddenly felt that the stick on his body was heavier.

Seeing them raising their sticks again, Wei Yanshi nodded with satisfaction and asked Gu Qinghe what was the matter in a serious tone.

Gu Qinghe did not expose his red ears, and said softly: "I have something to ask Mr. Jing, is that okay?"

Wei Yanshi glanced around the restaurant and looked towards the southeast, and said seriously: "Okay, but you can't leave everyone's sight."

Gu Qinghe nodded and walked towards the relatively spacious and private corner he had chosen for her.

Jing Se followed her wisely, and just as he stopped, he heard her ask, "Why?"

Jing Se unconsciously clenched the fan bone, but his face was calm: "Why? Why do I not understand what Miss Gu said?"

"Jingse, you are pretending not to understand." Gu Qinghe did not bother to talk to him any more and said bluntly, "Did you tell the other party the recipe for Tiger Whisker Pastry before I sent you the letter?"

Jing Se didn't look at her, but just said, "I'll give you money."

Gu Qinghe's voice unconsciously became louder: "Is this a matter of money?!"

Jing Se said calmly: "I only have money."

"..."

Gu Qinghe was so angry at his nonchalant attitude that she wanted to curse him, but in the end she could only blame herself for being wrong. She sighed to suppress her anger and asked a different question: "Did you really stay in Rouge Flower Shop for a whole day yesterday?"

"Ah."

Gu Qinghe looked up at him and said, "Then why did you appear at Qianlai Restaurant yesterday morning? And why did you receive my letter so accurately? I don't believe that you, who loves money so much, don't want to make money from Tiger Whisker Pastry. Jingse, if you know about that arrogant young master, please don't hide it for him."

Even though she didn't know much about business, she could see the huge profits that Tiger Whiskers would bring from the explosive sales in the past two days. She didn't believe that Jing Se, who dealt with abacus and money all year round, couldn't see it.

The little girl's eyes were so straightforward and sincere, like a ray of warm sunshine in the cold winter season of plum blossoms and snow, making people want to get closer and open their hearts.

A word of Jingse, a poem, a blessing that could not express the meaning of the words, seemed to have attracted his mind. Jingse glanced away and finally softened his attitude: "What does the girl want to know?"

Gu Qinghe pointed at the person crying under the stick and asked, "Where is the little girl he took away the night before yesterday now?"

Hearing this, Jing Se said without any expression: "I'll tell you all this, girl. Do you have the ability to rescue them?"

"They?" Gu Qinghe grasped the point and looked up at him suddenly: "You mean more than one person?"

Jingse lowered his eyes and did not answer.

Seeing this, Gu Qinghe stopped asking questions and walked towards Wei Yanshi.

Seeing her intention, Jing Se grabbed her sleeve and said, "Do you trust him so much, girl?"

Gu Qinghe paused and looked back at him.

He didn't say his name, but Gu Qinghe somehow understood his unspoken concerns. She turned her head and looked at the young man in red not far away from her, smiled and said, "Master Jing, I believe he is a good official."

After that, she raised her hand and gently broke free from his hand, then walked straight towards the young man in red.

"Really?" Jing Se stood there in a daze, looking at her slender and tough back as she walked towards another person without hesitation, and murmured softly.

Do you trust him that much?

But I can't afford the gamble.

Jing Se smiled bitterly, and when he looked up again, his eyes were cold.

The young man from Yandu, who was acting like a bully, was more resistant to beatings than the officers and soldiers in the restaurant had imagined. After sixty blows, the man's indigo clothes on the ground turned more than one shade darker. He just begged for mercy, cursed, and groaned in pain, without any intention of answering any questions.

Wei Yanshi half-knelt down to look at him, and said nonchalantly: "Does the Minister know that his son is so resistant to beatings? Your ability to withstand is comparable to that of assassins and secret guards trained with a lot of money. Do you think I should report it to the emperor and write that the rumor that the Minister's son is an idle and incompetent dandy is actually a good candidate who can withstand dozens of military sticks and can win the martial arts championship. How about it?"

He Yibai lay on the bloodstained stool, lowered his head to hide the panic in his eyes, and chuckled, "It is said that Prince Yong'an has been sickly and traveled all over the country since he was a child, and never cared about the affairs of the court. Now it seems that this is not entirely true. Your Majesty, do you want me to write a letter to inform the emperor?"