The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

She glared at Xie Lin angrily. Xie Lin knew he was in the wrong, so he lowered his eyes, looking aggrieved as if he had admitted his mistake.

She held her coat in her hand and handed it to Meng Xuanhe.

"Turn your head away!"

Meng Xuanhe took the coat and was about to put it on, but found that Xie Lin didn't move. She stared at Xie Lin with wide eyes, and her voice sounded a little hurried.

At this time, Xie Lin also came back to his senses, coughed slightly, turned his head and closed his eyes.

Meng Xuanhe gritted her teeth, trying not to hold back the blush on her face, put on her coat and tied her belt.

While Xie Lin was still asleep, she jumped off the bed and stood with her back to Xie Lin, not wanting to pay any attention to him.

"Princess, Xiaoqi just thinks you're too hot." Before Meng Xuanhe could ask him to open his eyes, he kept the same posture.

"Well, forget it, you mean well, just pretend it never happened."

Meng Xuanhe's face was flushed and she turned her back to him awkwardly, not knowing how to face him.

She was smart and calm when it came to business strategy, but when it came to emotions, for the first time in her life, she was at a loss.

Hearing this, Xie Lin happily pulled her from behind, brushed her delicate back with his big palm, and held her small hand tightly in his palm.

"Princess, would you be willing to go out for a walk with Xiao Qi?"

Xie Lin's clothes were blown up by the breeze outside the wooden window. He asked Meng Xuanhe for his opinion, being extremely gentle.

The reflection of herself in the princess's eyes seemed to be the most precious treasure in her heart.

Meng Xuanhe didn't meet his burning gaze, she nodded without hesitation. Rather than letting the two of them stare at each other in this awkward and ambiguous atmosphere, it would be better to go outside for a walk.

"and many more."

Meng Xuanhe let go of Xie Lin's hand, picked up a thin black veil from the table, and put it on his face. He also took the black hat from the closet and put it on Xie Lin's head.

"That's good." Meng Xuanhe looked at the mirror with satisfaction. Both the veil and the hat covered their faces tightly.

At this time, the rumors about them in Bianjing City had not yet dissipated, and Meng Xuanhe did not want to cause trouble at this time.

I don’t know how Ying Wugui has done what he promised. Are the rumors in Bianjing city really so easy to dispel?

Meng Xuanhe sighed. At this moment, she still didn't think Ying Wugui could solve this matter perfectly.

Xie Lin held her hand and walked out of the main gate of the princess's mansion. The guards at the gate of the princess's mansion had already heard about the rumors, so they were not surprised to see the two people dressed in strange clothes.

In the lantern market, candlelight is dim and fireworks bloom in the sky like a full moon.

The lights were just turned on, and the bright flames reflected in her eyes, like clouds in the sky, like wind shaking jade trees. The clouds and mists were tangled, and the smoke gathered and dispersed in between, but it could not hide her purity.

There were many passers-by around them, smiling and talking about the prosperity of the Lantern Festival these days.

The people of Bianjing City were open-minded and it was a gathering place for famous warriors from all over the country, so no one cared even if they saw Meng Xuan and Xie Lin dressed in such strange outfits.

A beggar saw that they were dressed in gorgeous clothes and hurried forward to greet them.

"Sir, please be merciful. I haven't eaten for a day." The little beggar, dressed in rags, begged.

A gleam of light appeared in Meng Xuanhe's eyes, and he put a small silver coin into his bowl.

"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir."

The little beggar hurriedly thanked him and was about to move aside when Meng Xuanhe called him.

"We are new to Bianjing. Does the Nanmeng royal family have a beloved princess?"

Meng Xuanhe spoke tentatively. She wanted to know what the rumors about her were in Bianjing City.

The little beggar was so frightened that his face changed immediately after hearing this. He looked around to see that there was no one around, and then he spoke cautiously:

"My Lord, please don't ask too much about that princess. She is cruel, ruthless, and obscene. Recently, there have been rumors in Bianjing that she used Wuxian's forbidden magic to imprison the prince of Beiliang."

Meng Xuanhe's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason, but he remained calm as he asked, "Really? How did you know such an important secret?"

The little beggar asked in confusion, "I don't know where this rumor came from, but it has spread all over Bianjing in the past few days. Almost everyone knows it. I heard that the princess fled to Yangzhou to avoid the emperor's punishment."

Meng Xuanhe waved his hand, signaling him to go down.

The little beggar happily walked away with the change, but Meng Xuanhe fell into deep thought.

Who spread such rumors?

She thought she had protected Xie Lin's whereabouts very well. Apart from Li Chuan, only Yan Qing was suspicious, not to mention that this person also knew that she had gone to Yangzhou.

Her heart slowly sank, she was in the open and the enemy was in the dark. Yan Qing could expose her secrets and kill her with just one move.

Meng Xuanhe lowered her head in frustration. If Ying Wugui had not come to her aid, the first thing she would have done when she returned to Bian Jing would have been to endure Meng Ziyan's questioning and anger.

Just as Meng Xuan was lost in her thoughts, a pair of warm and powerful hands quietly pulled her into his arms.

There was such a silence between the two that not a single word was spoken, yet it was able to dispel all the haze in her heart.

Meng Xuanhe raised her head and looked up at Xie Lin, while Xie Lin leaned over to look at her.

The two looked at each other, and there was a hint of complicated emotions in Xie Lin's eyes.

She suddenly remembered that rumors were spreading in the city of Bianjing, and this matter was known to everyone, not to mention that Xie Lin had been captured and taken to the palace.

What about him? Will he know about this? What does Xie Lin think now?

She didn't know how to ask for a moment.

"Xiao Qi is actually the person they are talking about."

Xie Lin's gaze passed Meng Xuanhe and drifted to a distant place, far away and long.

Meng Xuanhe was silent for a long time and nodded.

When Xie Lin's poison is removed, he will forget this experience, and then they will be strangers, so she cares more about what Xie Lin is thinking now.

The thin layer of sweat oozing from her palms revealed her inner nervousness. She clenched her fists slightly, looking forward to Xie Lin's response.

Xie Lin just lowered his head and smiled at her. His eyebrows were cold, and his thick and long eyelashes perfectly covered his eyes.

"No matter what others say, Xiao Qi only believes in Her Royal Highness the Princess."

Meng Xuanhe suddenly bumped into a pair of eyes as deep as ink.

My heart was beating so hard that it seemed to be rippled. A tingling sensation came from my heart, a feeling I had never experienced before.

Her cheeks and earlobes were flushed, and she was actually breathless because of this look.

It was an indescribable feeling. Perhaps only Xie Lin now could truly enter her heart.

No matter whether she was inexplicably transported into this world, or whether she was criticized by the world, or whether she was forced to act as Meng Ziyan's puppet.

She could have tolerated all of this, but when someone suddenly appeared and believed in her unconditionally.

The inner fluctuations started from ripples and slowly turned into huge waves.

They looked at each other in the endless stream of people, and their sincere and affectionate eyes seemed to be unable to accommodate anyone else.