The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

Yun Mujiu briefly asked Ye Xiaohan a few questions about the situation in the ninth level of the Netherworld and then stopped asking any more questions.

He turned back to the stone table in the pavilion, grabbed a small pottery bowl on the table, and quickly walked to the white jade railing.

There is a fence behind the pavilion, separating the wooden platform of the pavilion from the pond behind and below the pavilion.

Behind the railing is a large pond.

Yun Mujiu walked beside Ye Xiaohan, picked up a small wooden spoon with her slender fingers, scooped up the crushed bean cakes in the bowl, and poured them into the pool water.

The colorful carps sensed that there was something good to eat, and immediately all swam over and gathered at the edge of the pool in front of Yun Mujiu and Ye Xiaohan. The emerald green water seemed to have melted a thick layer of colorful paint.

Yun Mujiu looked down and saw a group of creatures swimming wildly under his feet. He found it very interesting and funny.

Yun Mujiu's series of actions also caught Ye Xiaohan's attention.

He tilted his head slightly and looked at Yun Mujiu's beautiful profile quietly. His Mujiu didn't ask or say anything more at this time...

There was a hint of deep meaning in his eyes, and even he himself did not notice how deep the meaning was in his eyes.

Mu Jiu doesn’t want to say anything else?

The arrogant and cold Lord Ye Wang had some thoughts in his mind. On the one hand, he actually hoped that Yun Mujiu could tell him something, not about the affairs of the mansion, but about things that Yun Mujiu herself had never mentioned to anyone except her, that is, things related to the Jianghu devil.

But on the other hand, he didn't want Yun Mujiu to say those things to him. If he really asked him, he didn't know what attitude he should take to face the reality. Perhaps, he didn't know how to say it...

At this moment, a certain girl was happily feeding the fishes. I don't know if she really wanted to feed those pouting fishes, or if she was trying to avoid something by feeding the fishes, or if she was secretly trying to calm down her panicked mood.

Under the sunlight, Ye Xiaohan's handsome face looked even more handsome. Yun Mujiu, who was busy watching the fish, did not notice this.

"Mu Mu." Ye Xiaohan spoke.

"Ah." Yun Mujiu paused, without turning back to look at Ye Xiaohan, and asked, "What's wrong, Prince?"

"Did you ever have anything to say to me?"

Yun Mujiu threw down a lot of bean cake crumbs, smiled slightly, then put away the smile and looked thoughtful about what else she wanted to say.

Ye Xiaohan no longer looked at Yun Mujiu. He walked to the railing and imitated Yun Mujiu to look down.

Yun Mujiu's voice rang in my ears. "It should be gone for now."

"Is it really gone?" Ye Xiaohan asked casually.

Yun Mujiu paused, and threw another handful of bean cakes down. The bowl was almost empty. "Hmm... Let me think about it."

"Before the prince came back, I often thought that I had a lot of things to share with you. But I can't always think about the prince, I have to be busy with work." Yun Mujiu smiled and continued, "So when the prince didn't come back, I thought about him while handling matters inside and outside the palace. We didn't write letters to each other, so I kept a lot of random words in my heart, waiting for the prince to come back and endure listening to my chattering."

"After waiting for a long time, you finally came back. I thought you might be tired, so I wanted you to rest and didn't want to talk to you too much at once. In addition, I couldn't think of anything else I wanted to say to you in detail." When Yun Mujiu turned around again, the ceramic bowl in her hand was empty, with only a small spoon left. She looked at the lotus pond, half embarrassed and half happy, and said: "When we were having dinner in the flower hall today, and just now when we were sitting in the pavilion, the words I talked to the prince were all mixed up, without a clear theme."

She tilted her head to look at the people around her, pointed at her ears and said, "I hope the prince will not mind my nagging, okay, Xiaoxiao?"

Ye Xiaohan felt Yun Mujiu's focused gaze and turned his head to look at Yun Mujiu. He leaned on the railing with one hand, holding up his handsome face, and said to Yun Mujiu: "It's okay. Whatever Mu Mu says, I will just bear with it."

Yun Mujiu looked at Ye Xiaohan's relaxed and unrestrained posture leaning against the railing, and couldn't help but feel his heart beating fast. So handsome. From this point of view, Ye Xiaohan's appearance has a bit of the chivalrous style of a young man in the rivers and lakes.

She remembered that a few months ago, Ye Xiaohan was about to return to the capital, and the weather was very bad at that time. The road to the capital might have landslides due to heavy rain. She didn't see Ye Xiaohan coming back, so she rode a horse with others to leave the house, but she saw Ye Xiaohan returning on horseback in the heavy rain.

At that time, she was sitting on the horse, and Ye Xiaohan, who was standing in front of the horse, reached out to her to pick her up. When she looked down, she saw such a chivalrous and handsome face. The high-spirited young man was unforgettable at first sight.

Yun Mujiu was once again mesmerized by Ye Xiaohan's beauty. At this moment, a voice rang in her ears: "Mumu, why don't you speak? I said that I will tolerate you, even if you are nagging."

Yun Mujiu was stunned, but soon burst into laughter: "The prince's tongue is as sharp as ever. But I know the prince is joking with me, so I won't be angry."

"I will be angry. You talk too much nonsense." Ye Xiaohan took the bowl from Yun Mujiu's hand, turned around and put it back on the stone table, then took out a white handkerchief and threw it into Yun Mujiu's arms with a bit of casualness and indifference.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Yun Mujiu was very tactful and sweet-mouthed. He took the handkerchief and was originally planning to wipe his own hands, but in the blink of an eye, he went to help the cold man opposite him wipe his hands first.

Ye Xiaohan raised his eyebrows slightly, seeming a little surprised.

Yun Mujiu wiped Ye Xiaohan's fingers carefully while saying, "I know Xiaoxiao has mysophobia. Xiaoxiao may have dirty her hands when she helped me get the bowl just now. I will help Xiaoxiao wipe her hands first, and then use this handkerchief to wipe my hands." She also has mysophobia, but not as serious as Ye Xiaohan's. Besides, the handkerchief would not be dirty, and she didn't mind using the handkerchief used by Ye Xiaohan.

Ye Xiaohan said nothing, looking down at Yun Mujiu's actions. "In that case, thank you, Princess."

But within a few breaths, Yun Mujiu had already wiped the back and palm of Ye Xiaohan's hand, and her fingertips touched the smooth back of Ye Xiaohan's hand and the slightly rough knuckles. Overall, Ye Xiaohan's beautiful hands did not look like those of a rough soldier who practiced martial arts for many years. Suddenly, another idea popped up in her mind. Ye Xiaohan's hands were very different from those of the Nether Ninth Layer...

Then, Yun Mujiu thought to himself that Ye Xiaohan's beautiful hands could be used as a hand model for future generations. Ye Xiaohan was really a man, how could he have so many perfect advantages everywhere on his body.

When she came back to her senses, she saw Ye Xiaohan grabbing the white handkerchief from her hand, lowering his eyes and wiping her hands.

Yun Mujiu's pair of deer eyes widened, and a hint of tenderness appeared in his eyes.

This man seems to be pretty good...

Yun Mujiu just sighed: "The prince is so kind..."

Suddenly, another faint voice sounded in my ears.