Your Majesty, the princess ran away again!

Mu Nanyan raised her eyebrows, and she knew that all the house fighting novels she had read before had the same plot. The only difference was that the protagonist in the novel knew who the murderer was, but she didn't.

Jiang wiped the tears from her eyes, knowing that Mu Nanyan was in a bad mood, she quickly changed the subject: "Yan'er, take a look at this piece of cloth, do you like it?"

"What are you doing?" Mu Xiwen walked into Jinsheng Courtyard with a shelf and looked at the servants coming and going.

Jiang bowed and saluted, "Master, I saw that the tables and chairs in the eldest lady's room are old, so I wanted to replace them. After all, she is the legitimate daughter of our Mu family."

Mu Xi felt pain when she heard the word "legitimate daughter". Last night, she went to the palace and knelt for two hours to apologize to this dead girl. She didn't even see the emperor. How could she still have the nerve to change the furniture?

He had to get his daughter married to Prince Li's mansion as soon as possible, and take care of her at the same time as Prince Li. "Nan Yan, you are already thirteen years old this year, and you will be a marriageable girl in two years. Besides, your biological mother had arranged your marriage with Prince Li a long time ago, and your father also agreed. Your parents have given their orders, and His Majesty has arranged the marriage for you. Why don't you accept the order? Where do you put His Majesty's face?"

She knew that this old fox would not come to her if she had nothing to do. She played with the cloth in Jiang's hand and said nonchalantly, "I'm sorry, my mother said she regretted it."

Mu Xiwen opened his mouth slightly and trembled with anger. This damn girl, "Your mother is dead, how can she regret it?"

Mu Nanyan replied, "Of course, my mother told me in her dream, and she also said a lot of other things, but she left before she finished. It seems that I have to ask her tonight. Father, do you know sour plum soup? Mother mentioned sour plum soup all the time last night, but I couldn't hear clearly what she said. Do you know it, father?"

Mu Xiwen shuddered and shook his head quickly. How could she know so much about Sour Plum Soup? Did she really see Su Jinrou?

What happened back then was done extremely secretly, how did Su Jinrou know about it?

Mu Nanyan smiled sarcastically. She was afraid that Mu Xi would never know even if she died. Before, the concubine of the original owner had often insulted the original owner in front of the original owner, thinking that the original owner was a fool and could not understand what she said. She had mentioned sour plum soup many times. If Aunt Jiang had not mentioned it today, Mu Nanyan would not have known what sour plum soup meant!

Mu Xiwen felt that his daughter was unreasonable, so he shook his sleeves and left angrily.

"Aunt." Mu Yuhuai ran out of the house, "Did father come just now? Aunt, I'm sleepy."

Jiang picked up Mu Yuhuai and wiped the dust off his face. "Okay, Aunt Yan'er will take Yuhuai back first. It's almost noon. Aunt Yan will leave Yaoyao to accompany you. I'll have someone bring you lunch later."

Mu Xiyao poked her head out from behind the door. "Really? Can I stay?"

Jiang nodded and left with Mu Yuhuai in her arms. Mu Nanyan said to Jiang's back, "Thank you, Aunt Jiang."

Mu Xiyao grabbed her arm and said, "Big sister, you don't have to thank me. This is what I should do."

Should?

Seeing her puzzled expression, Mu Xiyao explained, "Mother said that before she entered the Mu Mansion, she received a lot of help from the eldest daughter of the Su family. Even the Jiang family's assets were protected by the Su family. So, big sister, you don't have to be polite to the aunt. Just give her a chance to repay her kindness. Besides, I think the aunt likes you very much."

Mu Nanyan gently kissed her face, "Thank you."

The maid stood under the dead tree in the corner with a hoe in hand and asked, "Miss, this tree..."

Mu Nanyan looked at the dead tree and sighed, "Where to put it? Let me do it. You guys go back. I've moved everything. I can do the rest myself."

The maid left a small wooden barrel and a small hoe, bowed to the two men and left. The remaining servants set up the tables and chairs, wiped them with a rag before leaving.

Mu Xiyao said to her maid, "Xiaoying, go to the kitchen and get some snacks and fruits." When she turned around, the person next to her was gone.

Mu Nanyan picked up the hoe on the ground and turned the soil in the yard. The soil was pretty good. Mu Xiyao came to her and squatted down, "Big sister, what can I do for you?"

Mu Nanyan smiled slightly, "No, it's hot outside, come in and sit for a while, I'll be done soon."

Mu Xiyao looked around and found that there was indeed no tool that fit her needs. She had no choice but to give up and walk into the house with her head down. Before entering the house, she warned, "The sun is too strong. Big sister, please come in quickly to avoid getting a heat stroke."

Mu Nanyan nodded and continued to turn the soil.

She turned over to the foot of the dead tree, and the roots entangled the original owner. She was too weak to bear it, so she put down the hoe. She always felt that this tree was a little strange. Whenever she saw it, she would have a strange feeling. This feeling was like - a summons!

Mu Nanyan couldn't control her hand and involuntarily touched the tree trunk. The originally tender bark had now lost water and became tight, wrinkled, and uneven to the touch. She accidentally scratched her hand, and blood flowed down along the grooves. Mu Nanyan wanted to take her hand back, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pull it back.

The tree seemed to suck her. Mu Nanyan clearly felt the blood flowing out of her body, but there was no blood flowing on the trunk, as if it had been eaten by the tree.

About a quarter of an hour later, Mu Nanyan felt her legs go weak and her strength was drained away. The dead tree finally gave in. She slid down the trunk and sat on the ground. She raised her hand tremblingly, thinking she had cut a large wound, but the wound on the palm of her hand was only the size of an ant.

There were two sounds of laughter outside the yard getting closer and closer. Mu Nanyan vaguely saw two people coming in. She couldn't see their faces clearly, but they were wearing pink clothes. "Ah! Miss, what's wrong with you?" The maid Xiao Cui saw Mu Nanyan in the corner as soon as she entered the room. She was pale and slumped against a tree. She immediately stepped forward.

Mu Nanyan felt like she was picked up by someone, and she leaned on this person and moved into the main room little by little.

Mu Xiyao was shocked when she saw her. How could her elder sister's face turn pale and her lips turn bloodless in such a short time? Just when she was about to ask the maid to call a doctor, she heard her weak voice: "Yaoyao, there is no need to call a doctor. I was outside in the sun for too long and didn't pay attention. I am dehydrated. I just need to drink more water and eat more food to replenish my energy."

Mu Nanyan leaned on the maid for a while, until she could see the person clearly, then she stood up. Seeing her sitting upright, Mu Xiyao quickly handed her a cup of tea, "Big sister, are you feeling better?"

Mu Nanyan took the water and drank it all. "Much better, I'm just a little hungry now."

Mu Xiyao waved at the maid, "Big sister, you scared me to death. These are the food that Auntie sent over. Eat some quickly. I'll leave after you finish. Have a good sleep. I'll come to see you in the afternoon when you wake up."

Mu Nanyan smiled but said nothing, knowing that she was concerned about her and said that because she was afraid of disturbing her rest.

Mu Xiyao put food into her bowl frantically, and soon the bowl was full.

"Miss." A maidservant in pink knelt down in the middle of the ground. "Aunt Jiang said that Miss had just returned home and didn't have anyone suitable to help, so she sent me here to serve her." After saying this, she kowtowed.

Mu Nanyan patted her chest and asked, wouldn’t this shorten her lifespan?