The Favored Concubine: The Doting Prince

Yuan De and Yuan Mo sat on one side, and Xing Qian and Yuan Yan sat on the other side. But Yuan Yan didn't sit properly either. He sat on the ground, took the cushion off the stool next to him, and leaned on Xing Qian's legs.

So when Yuan Ye walked in, he consciously sat next to Yuan Yi and took the main seat.

"Don't you look good when you sit in an awkward position?"

"You don't care about me."

Yuxiao stopped at the door. When Yuan Yi nodded, Yuxiao withdrew.

"You just know? It was your Prince's Mansion that did it. The old general knocked on my door early in the morning and came to hold me accountable, thinking that I was the one who killed his beloved nephew." Yuan Ye sat there carelessly, glancing at Yuan De and then at Xing Qian.

"Isn't it?" Yuan Yi asked back.

"Is there any evidence left at the scene?" Yuan Mo asked from the side.

"Not really. He was clean. There were just marks on his neck. They said he was bitten to death by a monster. But Yan Shou has offended many people."

When Fan Qiu and Fan Yue heard that Lao Qi had arrived, they went to the main hall. They knew that they probably had something serious to talk about, so they hid in the bedroom and continued chatting.

You Ran didn't have a proper maid except Cui Tao. You couldn't just let a few little bamboo shoots serve tea and water.

Cuitao was busy brewing tea and sending it over. But just as she was about to enter the main hall, she was stopped by Yuxiao.

"Let me go. You go and help Juanniang find out what ingredients to buy. I'll send someone out to buy them. We'll probably stay here for dinner tonight."

"So many people? Then I have to go help mom."

Looking at Cuitao's figure walking away, Yuxiao turned around and served tea inside.

Several masters were discussing in the hall. One of the two sitting in the main seat looked lazy while the other looked arrogant and domineering. Yuan Yi leaned sideways on the chair, while Yuan Ye leaned back and closed his eyes to rest.

Although Yuan De and Yuan Mo both have a scholarly air, they are also very noble.

Yuan Yan, who was standing beside him, looked a little lazy but had a demonic aura. Prince Xing Qian, who was sitting upright, also had the royal spirit in his every move.

The whole room was filled with people you couldn't mess with. I was really worried that the little girl, Crispy Peach, would be scared if she came in.

"Seventh Master, have some tea." Yuan Ye nodded slightly.

After serving the tea, Yuxiao left.

"There is no evidence that we killed someone. But Yan Shou pointed to my shop in the Third Prince's Mansion. Oh, no, it's now the shop in the Crown Prince's Mansion." Yuan Mo said.

"What will they say about the shop fire? What can they say? It was an accidental arson."

"It's nice to have an accidental fire."

"But we don't have any evidence to prove that Yan Shou set the fire."

"There is evidence. I happened to save that little girl that day. I caught the three arsonists. They are locked up in my backyard. Then I dealt with them and made them say whatever I wanted." Yuande took a sip of tea and was very satisfied. The yard was a bit simple, but the things were okay.

"You caught the person, what a coincidence. But when did you return to the capital?" Lao Qi asked Yuan De.

"What? Are you still going to stare at me now?"

"Who's watching you? I'm just asking."

"Well, we can't find any evidence that they committed murder, but we have real evidence that they set fire." Yuan Yan smiled proudly.

"How about this, Lao Qi, go back and have a good talk with the old general. After all, he has fought for Chen Liang his entire life, and we don't want things to get too awkward.

If he stops, both sides will be fine. If he keeps on going, it's not certain who will suffer in the end. You should come forward and have a good talk with him. " Yuan Yi said, looking at Yuan Ye who was resting with his eyes closed.

"Okay, I'll go talk to them. Don't kill those people." Lao Qi said to Yuan De as he stood up and walked past him.

"No, where are you going? Aren't you going to eat?"

Yuan Ye walked to the door and looked back at the few people who showed no intention of leaving.

"Are you going to stay?"

Yuan Mo, who was sitting at the door, raised his head and said innocently, "My Qiu'er hasn't seen her sister for a long time. She will probably stay for dinner, so I won't leave."

Yuan Ye looked at Yuan De who was sitting next to him. Yuan De took a sip of tea and said casually, "I am homeless in the capital, so I must stay for dinner. I will probably stay for two nights."

"You are homeless, don't you know how many houses you have in the capital?"

"You said you didn't keep an eye on me, but you know all the houses."

Yuan Ye was too lazy to talk to Yuan De and looked at Yuan Yan who was lying on the ground.

"No, I'm homeless in the capital."

Xing Qian didn't say anything, just smiled and nodded.

Lao Qi still raised his foot and walked out, but you didn't really leave.

Yuan Yan shouted again, not giving up. "I'm going to the yard to take a look. After all, they are all stolen from my palace. I want to see if they are well-fed."

I don't know why Yuan Ye took a step out of the door. He was so relaxed with a smile on his face.

He likes to be retained.

"By the way, Prince, why don't you call my sister over as well? It'll be a good opportunity for them to meet each other. We haven't been together for a long, long, long time."

Yuan Yan rolled and crawled to Yuan Yi's feet and grabbed Yuan Yi's calf.

"Yuxiao, go and notify them."

"What are you doing on the ground? Get up." Yuan Mo couldn't bear it anymore.

"The ground is comfortable, you can lie down." Yuan Yan fell to the ground, lying in a big letter shape.

Then he started to chuckle.

At that time, the East Palace was very large and empty.

Yuan Yan actually fell in love with rolling around like a child.

I just rolled around on the ground. Even though it was a little cold, it was really comfortable and relaxing.

He felt his brothers sitting next to him, watching him rolling on the ground. It was like returning to the time before he left.