Your Majesty, the princess ran away again!

Mu Nanyan was a little stunned. She was assigned this position as soon as she arrived?

Jiang Su looked at the people around her with some contempt, then looked at the little girl who was still pointing at her. This was Mu Nanyan, but she just stared at her with a somewhat empty look in her eyes, so she quickly reminded her: "Miss, don't just stand there, accept the decree and thank the emperor!"

Mu Nanyan waved her hand, "I won't take it. How can I, as a sister, snatch my sister's name? Besides, I'm not the daughter of the Prime Minister. Please tell the Ninth Prince to change Nanyan's name to Rongyue!"

"Hmm?" Jiang Susu shifted her gaze to Murong Yue, "Not everyone is worthy of our Ninth Prince, Second Miss, save yourself some time, you are not worthy of him just based on your looks."

Murong Yue's face, which was originally full of expectation, cracked. Her appearance was not worthy of him? She glanced at Mu Nanyan. How could this bitch, who was obviously pale and skinny, compare with her? Why?

Noticing Mu Xiwen's threatening gaze, she suppressed her disappointment and said, "Sister, please stop joking. I just couldn't bear to let you die. Now that His Highness the Ninth Prince has returned safely, it's natural for me to marry him."

Jiang Su was unwilling to do so. She cried out, "What did you say?" Then she stared at him with a sharp voice and asked, "Second Miss, why are you going to die?"

Mu Xiwen was anxious, fearing that her precious daughter would say something wrong again. "Eunuch Jiang, Yue'er is also worried that her sister is too anxious and might say something wrong. It is an honor for our family to marry Prince Li. Yan'er, why don't you accept the decree and thank him!"

Mu Nanyan looked at Murong Yue and asked, "Sister, are you not getting married?"

Murong Yue held back her grievances and said softly, "Sister, you are joking. Hurry up and accept the order. Don't... don't make His Highness the Ninth Prince wait anxiously."

Mu Nanyan was unhappy, "Oh, you said you don't want to marry me, so you don't want to marry me?" You pushed me out when I was buried with him, and now you want me to marry him after knowing that he is alive. Now you want me to accept your order. You said you want to marry me, do you think I am a horse? That's a good idea.

"Oh, what do you mean, sister?" Murong Yue's eyes flashed.

She snorted coldly, "It's meaningless. I can't control my life or death. I don't have the final say in marrying someone. I'm very upset." After that, she bowed to Jiang Su, "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty. I won't marry you. The Ninth Prince and I have never met each other. I won't marry a stranger. Besides, I am not worthy of him as a concubine of the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Everyone around was shocked, only Murong Yue was secretly delighted, it seemed that he still had hope, and he held himself up again.

Mu Nanyan noticed her and smiled slightly, "I, Mu Nanyan, will not marry, but if you must marry the daughter of our Prime Minister's Mansion, it's not impossible."

Mu Xiwen wanted to speak up to stop his daughter. He could see that his daughter was no longer stupid and was beginning to lose control.

Seeing hope, Jiang Su quickly asked, "How do you say it?"

Mu Nanyan looked at Mu Xiwen with sarcasm in her eyes, "Of course, I have to ask my father if he is willing to marry my second sister to His Royal Highness Prince Li."

When Mu Nanyan heard the news of Prince Li's triumphant return, she noticed something strange about Mu Xiwen. It seemed that the right prime minister did not want Prince Li to come back.

Mu Xiwen was shocked and felt that his soul had been seen through by his daughter. His heart was filled with fear. He only knew that his daughter was out of his control.

Mu Nanyan smiled contemptuously, "Since my father doesn't say anything, it means he is reluctant to let me go. But I, Mu Nanyan, will definitely not get married. No one can influence my marriage unless I die."

When he heard the word death, Mu Xiwen's eyes flashed. Yes, as long as she disappeared, everything would return to its original course, and no one could stop his plan.

When he came to his senses, Mu Nanyan had already left. Under the flickering candlelight, she was wearing an ill-fitting green shirt, like a ghost. Moreover, she had the same face as Su Jinrou.

It made his scalp tingle and his fear grew even stronger.

But he was filled with anger, pointing at Mu Nanyan's back and cursing, "You ungrateful beast, you really brought shame to our Mu family!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Su screamed and made a harsh sound - "How dare you! How dare you insult Princess Li, Mu Xiwen, are you crazy? You have been sitting in the position of Prime Minister for so long that you don't remember what position you are in?"

Mu Xiwen was startled, cold sweat oozing from his forehead, and hurriedly explained: "Eunuch, she disobeyed the order, how could..."

"Even if disobeying the order has anything to do with you? His Royal Highness Prince Li likes it this way. Is it your business?"

Murong Yue's face suddenly turned cold. This bitch, as soon as she came back, she forced herself to leave the position of the princess, and even dared to disobey the order. How could such a vulgar person be worthy of the Ninth Prince? What's infuriating is that the Ninth Prince actually protected her, a bitch, a bitch who can't be on the stage.

Then he put on a bewildered expression and said timidly, "It's really unruly for my sister to leave like this."

Jiang Su's face darkened. "It has nothing to do with you. Aren't you going to get married? Why don't you change your clothes and leave? I want to see what kind of young man the most talented woman in Kyoto likes. I can talk to the emperor about it when I return to the palace to relieve his boredom."

Murong Yue waved her hands quickly. She couldn't just marry casually. Moreover, she was only going to marry the Ninth Prince. Only a man like the Ninth Prince was worthy of her. Murong Yue didn't dare to talk to Jiang Su anymore, fearing that she would be married off. She could only look at her mother, signaling her to help.