The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

"Although there are ears everywhere in the palace, it is not good for you, Princess, to eavesdrop so blatantly." The cold lips leaned close to Meng Xuanhe's ears, making her tremble.

When she turned around, she saw a face that she found familiar.

He was wearing a crimson brocade robe, with black hair hanging down to his waist. His breathtakingly beautiful eyes were definitely unforgettable, especially his dangerous charm. He turned out to be the annoying Ying Wugui in The Story of Agarwood.

His name and the fact that he appeared in the imperial garden immediately made Meng Xuanhe realize that he was the actor Ying Wugui, who had only appeared briefly in the plot and was the most favored actor of the current Emperor Nan Meng.

His appearance was so beautiful that it made people tremble, but he had a tragic fate. When the Bianjing Palace was razed to the ground, he was also buried deep under the golden walls and jade tiles.

Meng Xuanhe did not respond to him, but looked at him with complicated eyes. Now it was Ying Wugui's turn to be confused.

"What's that look in your face?"

"You just mentioned the emperor. Where is the emperor now?" Meng Xuanhe came to her senses and thought of what Ying Wugui had just said. In a moment of desperation, she grabbed Ying Wugui's collar and pulled him down.

Ying Wugui was forced to lean down to her height, but instead of getting angry, he burst into laughter.

"Princess, are you really curious?" He spoke slowly, still leaving people in suspense.

Meng Xuan nodded repeatedly. Since this matter concerned Xie Lin, she would not be idle enough to argue with Ying Wugui again. Moreover, Ying Wugui did not know that Madam Wei was the eldest princess. Meng Xuan and Quan thought that he was talking nonsense when he tested her that day.

"Then next time I ask you to make incense, I hope it won't be as troublesome as before." Ying Wugui sighed and said in a sad tone.

Meng Xuanhe:?

Hey, Xie Lin's identity was exposed, why did she also get exposed? It's really like a mountain with a river, and there seems to be no way out, but the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, and then the eyes are dark.

"This princess doesn't understand what you are saying." Meng Xuanhe silently took a step back, alerting him. This action of complete distrust of him made Ying Wugui shrug.

"Madam Wei, oh no, Her Royal Highness the Princess. Even though you don't want to admit it, that doesn't stop me from calling you that. Speaking of this, I'm afraid you should thank me. Thanks to me, you are doing very well now. The Emperor has not caused you any trouble, and has not even thought of taking advantage of your concubine."

After saying this, Ying Wugui curled the corners of his mouth, and the slightly ostentatious smile blew away the gloom between Meng Xuan and the corners of his eyes.

"what have you done?"

Meng Xuanhe could deny that she was Madam Wei, but she had to ask Xie Lin. Ying Wugui was both good and evil, like an enemy but not an enemy, which made her confused. Not to mention that he was the most favored actor around Meng Ziyan, Meng Xuanhe was even more wary of him.

"It's too easy for me to make the emperor forget about important matters." Ying Wugui said with a slight smile, curling the corners of his lips.

When he turned his head, he saw Meng Xuanhe giving him a complicated look, which was long and distant, with a hint of... regret?

Ying Wugui's face was filled with black lines, and only then did he understand what Meng Xuan had misunderstood.

"I drugged him and he fell into a coma for two days. And when he wakes up he will just think it's symptoms of a cold and fever," Ying Wugui explained.

After hearing Ying Wugui's explanation, Meng Xuanhe pondered for a while and said, "Do you trust me so much? Aren't you afraid that I will tell the emperor about this?"

"You won't." Ying Wugui's determined eyes were a little hot, and Meng Xuanhe looked at him, not daring to look directly at him.

He then continued, "Unless you don't care about Xie Lin's life anymore."

The name "Xie Lin" came out of his mouth as easily as an insignificant blade of grass.

Meng Xuanhe hurried forward and covered his lips tightly. This was in the Imperial Garden, and he dared to say such a thing directly, really intending to kill her.

Ying Wugui watched her quick movements, grabbed her wrist, and slowly let her go.

"I have sent away all the people in the Imperial Garden. Don't worry. The princess seems to care about him a lot?"

It was unknown what was on Ying Wugui's mind in his narrow and long almond-shaped eyes, which were filled with a light of charm and danger. Unlike Xie Lin's dark eyes that could never be seen clearly, Ying Wugui's look was more like blatant aggression.

"Is it a good thing for others to know about this?" Meng Xuanhe snorted and asked back. She was like someone's tail was stepped on, and she was so anxious that she made sarcastic remarks.

Ying Wugui seemed not to have expected that she would respond so directly. He was stunned for a second and then smiled, his usual charming smile.

"If the princess really cares about the prince, how about we make a deal?" Ying Wugui finally spoke and slowly stated his purpose.

Meng Xuanhe was never able to let down her guard against him, but his words had such magic that she had to respond.

"I can help you rescue the Third Prince, and pretend that this incident never happened."

"Conditions?" Meng Xuanhe frowned slightly, considering his words. Obviously in her mind, Ying Wugui's ability should not be able to do this.

But the situation is urgent now, and she has no other choice but to give it a try.

"I haven't thought of the terms yet, so just consider it as you owe me a favor. I'll come to you when I need you someday." Ying Wugui rubbed his chin, thinking distressedly, and finally came to this answer.

"Deal." Meng Xuanhe agreed without thinking.

Ying Wugui obviously didn't expect Meng Xuanhe to be so decisive, and looked at Meng Xuanhe meaningfully.

Then, Ying Wugui brought Meng Xuanhe to the Theater. He had a unique palace in the harem, and even the Theater was built for him.

"Greetings to Master Ying and Princess." When the servants in the Theatre House saw Ying Wugui and Meng Xuanhe, they all knelt down and saluted.

Ying Wugui nodded slightly and said, "The eldest princess is concerned about the emperor's condition, so she came with me to visit him."

The palace servants looked around and stood silently on both sides.

In the theater, the person with the most say is Ying Wugui. Even if he calls a horse a deer, no one dares to refute him.

Meng Xuanhe followed him into the Theater in a daze. When they were alone, Meng Xuanhe asked quietly, "Will this really not be discovered?"

"Don't worry, these palace maids are more afraid of me than Meng Ziyan." Ying Wugui said casually.

Before Meng Xuanhe could figure out what he meant, he was taken to the bedroom. Meng Ziyan's large and fat body lay in the tent, and without the dragon robe, it made people feel even more disgusted.

"What do you want to do?" Meng Xuanhe glanced at Meng Ziyan. The fact that he was so sleepy showed that the medicine Ying Wugui had given him was very effective.

"The eldest princess also practices spiritual painting. She should have heard of nightmare magic." Ying Wugui's voice was a little cold as it floated into Meng Xuanhe's ears.

Nightmare, Lan Dao's spiritual art, can cause hallucinations and make the person being cast in a state of drunkenness and dream. Unlike the illusion technique, the nightmare technique has no time limit, and only those who are absolutely sober can escape from the secret technique.

Meng Xuanhe had only seen this secret technique in Meng Sangxi's ancient books before, because the difficulty of this secret technique was beyond her hearing, and half a page of the ancient book was missing.

She looked at Ying Wugui with a little shock. No matter whether it was the rare incense recipe he brought that day or the nightmare technique, they were things she had only seen in ancient books on supernatural powers and they had remarkable effects.

"I've heard a little about it, but I can't do anything about it." Meng Xuan spread her hands. Lan Dao was too far away for her.

Ying Wugui did not answer her, but took out a jade bottle from his dark purple robe and lit it. The hazy blue smoke like fog instantly filled the entire palace.

The unique and strange smell made Meng Xuan and he unconsciously immersed in it, staring blankly at the ceiling. Xie Lin's figure appeared again in the empty air, carrying his memories.