From an old woman back to a young girl, she vowed never to marry into a marquisate

"Master." The butler was Old Master Qiao's confidant and knew a little about the affairs of the mansion. He said, "The young master Qi Neng from the Qi family is here."

What is he here for?

Mr. Qiao also felt that something was wrong.

The housekeeper continued, "He brought a letter from the Qi family, saying that he wanted to marry Miss Saint Qiao Ruer."

"This this?"

When Old Qiao heard this, he was also overwhelmed. Qiao Ruer was just an identity. Tang Wanru's real identity was the imperial concubine, the wife of the seventh prince.

He instantly regretted that he had given Tang Wanru a single identity in order to avoid unnecessary trouble. Now there was trouble.

If he gave outsiders the opportunity to take advantage of the situation, how could he be so unfaithful to the family of his savior?

Thinking of this, Mr. Qiao became serious.

"Hurry up, spread the message and say Qiao Ruer is still young and doesn't want to consider marriage." After he said that, he saw that the housekeeper was about to leave and called him back. He said, "Forget it, I'll go by myself." In this kind of matter, he should be more serious and it can also make the person who came give up completely.

So Mr. Qiao didn't need anyone else's help. He quickly put on his clothes, tied his belt, and was about to walk out.

At this moment, a figure turned and walked in. He asked, "Where are you going?" The person was Emperor Zhou.

Seeing him coming, Mr. Qiao felt very sorry for him. His little negligence had caused him so much trouble. He really deserved to die.

"Greetings, Your Majesty." Old Qiao bowed politely to Emperor Zhou, then apologized, "To be honest with you, Your Majesty, I was confused. I didn't arrange things properly at the beginning, and gave Wanru an unmarried status, which allowed those cats and dogs outside to take advantage of it. This is my fault. Now someone outside wants to marry Wanru. I will go out and settle this matter now, and I will immediately spread the news that Wanru was already engaged in the Great Zhou to put an end to their thoughts."

After saying this, he turned and left.

Unexpectedly, Emperor Zhou called out to him again: "Stop."

When he shouted like that, not only did Old Qiao feel a little strange, but even Li Bo, who was standing behind Emperor Zhou, frowned slightly. Logically speaking, there was no other choice in this matter.

What is the emperor going to do?

Unexpectedly, the emperor's answer was beyond everyone's expectations. He sat on a chair in the room, slowly drank a sip of tea and said, "Forget it, let him go."

As soon as these words were spoken, Li Bo and Mr. Qiao looked at each other immediately.

"Your Majesty!" Li Bo couldn't help but speak. Tang Wanru belonged to Bai Yanli. If he allowed such a thing to happen, something bad would happen.

But Emperor Zhou obviously had another idea.

If something happened to Bai Yanli, Ning Zhuo, who was hiding in the dark, might show up. Instead of running around without a clue, it would be better to leave a clue and let Ning Zhuo find him.

What's more, she just agreed to someone's marriage proposal, but she didn't agree to marry him or not.

no big deal.

Li Bo also guessed the emperor's thoughts, but he still said: "Your Majesty, do you want to discuss this matter with the Seventh Prince?" After all, he was going to be used as bait.

Emperor Zhou was silent for a moment.

The thought that he might not be his child suddenly came to his mind.

After a moment of silence, he made a decision and said, "No need. He is my son and he naturally understands my thoughts."

Li Bo didn't dare to say anything else. He raised his head and looked at Mr. Qiao uneasily.

*

Liangdu.

The Wu Clan specializes in witchcraft and divination. There are many shops open to the public in Liangdu, but after the empress came to power, these shops were gradually closed down. Now Tang Wanru was standing in front of this last shop, ordering his men to tear down all the black silk hanging here.

The witches worship blood, and every time they tell fortunes, they will make the person doing the telling bleed as a token of their loyalty, and all the steps are extremely eerie and terrifying.

The previous emperor worshipped the Wu Sect. When Ning Zhuo was fighting with him, the Wu Sect sent out a team of death warriors. This team believed in the Wu Sect. They ranged from eighty-year-olds to three-year-old children. They were all bloodthirsty and ruthless. Even if they were standing in a fire and being burned by the blazing flames, they would still laugh.

Ning Zhuo knew at that time that the witch sect was practicing evil magic.

Must not stay.

However, the Witch Clan had been prevalent in Daliang for many years and was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Although its power had been gradually eradicated, it was still rooted in people's hearts and would revive at the slightest sign of trouble.

That's why she chose the saint who represented all the good in the world to fight against him.

Tang Wanru came here today to clean up the shop in accordance with Ning Zhuo's request.

"Tell our people," Tang Wanru ordered, "Shops like this are no longer allowed to open in Liangdu."

"Yes." Qing Ling nodded and was about to go out to make arrangements, but when he turned around, he saw a person completely hidden under a black cloak.

At this moment, even Qing Ling couldn't help but pause and subconsciously took a step back.

His head was covered by a black hoodie, and his facial features were all hidden in the shadows, so it was impossible to see clearly. The only thing that could be seen clearly was his lips, which were dark purple.

He is very thin.

But his aura was quite strong. As he stood there, the bustling streets seemed to become deserted in an instant, and even the bright sky was blocked by a dark cloud.

Subconsciously, Qing Ling took a half step back and drew out his double swords from his waist. He steadied his body and stood facing the man in front of him.

Zhou Ziyue looked at all this and couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.

Improved.

He remembered that Tang Wanru was always followed by a little maid named Yingchun, but now she was followed by someone who knew martial arts.

Good.

He has made progress, and so has she, so they have both made progress together.

Then a smile appeared on the corners of his lips.