The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

Ye Xiaohan gave Yun Mujiu a look that said "relax".

So, in front of everyone, Yun Mujiu could only helplessly accept Ye Xiaohan's feeding.

The atmosphere at lunch was harmonious and friendly. Everyone chatted about recent developments while eating.

Yun Mujiu also mentioned some of his past experiences in Yun Mansion and recent events related to Yun Mansion. Meng Guogong and others mentioned some daily life in the frontier.

Occasionally Ye Xiaohan would chat with everyone, and the atmosphere during the meal became more casual.

Duke Meng was more relieved, and looked at Ye Xiaohan with admiration. Ye Xiaohan was not the kind of male chauvinist, and he would pick up food for Yun Mujiu in front of others. This action of taking care of Yun Mujiu showed his meticulousness. Ye Xiaohan had a tough side, but also a caring side.

He sighed: Fortunately, Mu Jiu did not have a marriage life like Wan Zhou, alas...

On a relatively remote street in the capital, there was a tall building. On the door hung a plaque with four large characters written on it: "Blue Sky Blood Killing."

Three people dressed as ordinary people came over quickly. They learned that something happened in the Herb Hall early this morning, so they immediately disguised themselves and hid near the Herb Hall. After watching the excitement, the three of them strolled on the street for a long time and collected some information.

The three of them came to a closed room and knocked on the door. A heavy voice came from inside the room: "Come in."

The three of them entered the room and quickly reported what had happened in Herb Hall to a fat figure.

Not long after, the bloated man turned around suddenly and said in surprise: "The Regent King has left the palace! Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"

"To Special Envoy Xue, we were indeed not mistaken. Many people present at the time also saw the Night King."

Envoy Xue asked, "The Night King's legs haven't recovered yet, right?"

One person answered: "No. The Night King is still in his wheelchair. He just isn't wearing his mask this time."

"He has restored his appearance, so of course he doesn't need to wear a mask anymore!" Envoy Lei said indignantly.

Last time, in order to avenge Yun Mujiu, Ye Xiaohan brought the Hanying Guards and smashed their organization’s building directly, and also killed several assassins who participated in the attack on Yun Mujiu’s sedan chair on the spot.

At that time, Ye Xiaohan was wearing a mask and sitting in a wheelchair, but he still scared them half to death.

"Huh..." Envoy Xue took a deep breath, "Fortunately, the Night King has not recovered from his leg disease, otherwise he would have become even more powerful, and we would have to be even more worried."

The three of them had black lines on their foreheads, but they had to admit that what Special Envoy Xue said was true.

Ye Xiaohan is still very powerful now. If his leg heals, and their organization offends people from the Ye Mansion again, won’t they be in big trouble?

Envoy Xue was horrified every time he thought of the last time Ye Xiaohan messed up his business. If he had known, he would not have risked breaking the rules and letting the assassins assassinate Yun Mujiu just to repay the Queen's favor. Xingyue Continent stipulates that major assassin organizations cannot interfere in the royal family struggles of various countries!

Now that they have earned a little money from the Queen, they have gotten into trouble with Ye Xiaohan!

At the Meng Mansion, everyone had just finished lunch.

Meng Shihao invited Ye Xiaohan to sit in the study, and the two chatted for a while.

Yi took people to send Duke Meng back to his room to rest for a while, while Yun Mujiu and Meng Ninglang stayed in the main hall to drink tea.

Meng Ninglang suddenly thought of something and became a little curious.

"Mu Jiu, didn't you ask me about the gold hairpin before? At the palace banquet, the Queen Mother seemed to pay special attention to your hairpin. Why don't you take advantage of today's opportunity to ask Grandfather what's going on?"

"Okay," Yun Mujiu thought, "I'll see if I can ask my grandfather later."

She guessed again: "Could it be my grandmother's?"

Meng Ninglang replied: "I don't know either. I haven't even seen my grandmother."

Meng insisted on marrying Yun Xiang, and soon after, her mother died of illness in the frontier. A year later, Meng Ninglang was born.

"Meng Ninglang, you stay here first. I'm going to go find my grandfather."

"Go."

Yun Mujiu saw Duke Meng drinking medicine. Yi nodded at her and then left.

After drinking the medicine, Duke Meng waved for Yun Mujiu to sit down.

"Grandfather, what medicine did you drink? Is it the Chinese medicine package I prepared for you last time?"

Duke Meng smiled faintly, "Mu Jiu has a really good nose."

Yun Mujiu laughed, "Sometimes my nose is more sensitive than a dog's."

Seeing Yun Mujiu's carefree look, Duke Meng smiled, then sighed: "Originally, your mother's personality was as lively and cheerful as you."

Yun Mujiu's heart skipped a beat when she heard Duke Meng continue to say, "Later, she suddenly became a different person, often remaining silent. But when it came to Prime Minister Yun, she was very stubborn and tough, and insisted on marrying that unfaithful man."

"Grandfather, when did my mother start to change? Do you know why?"

"We don't know the real reason for her change." Duke Meng fell into reminiscence and said slowly, "Twenty years ago, Wanzhou suddenly left the capital and left us a farewell letter, saying that she was going to relax."

"We sensed something was wrong and sent people after her, but strangely, we couldn't find anything."

"A year later, she suddenly returned home and stayed indoors all day. It was around that time that my grandfather began to notice a change in her."

When Duke Meng thought about this, his sharp eyes dimmed.

Yun Mujiu continued, “Then, my mother met Yun Xiang, got married quickly, and then gave birth to me.”

"Hmm." Duke Meng recalled how Meng tried desperately to break away from the Meng family. He sighed softly, and his spirit became even weaker.

"Your mother may have taken the wrong path. Mu Jiu, you must not be like her. The person you should care about most is yourself. Don't let bad people deceive you, lest you fall into a complete dilemma."

"Don't worry, Grandfather. Mu Jiu will take good care of himself." There is a saying that fits the meaning of Duke Meng's admonition: "Love yourself first before loving others."

Yun Mujiu noticed the change in Duke Meng and quickly supported him by the arm. She couldn't bear to continue talking about her mother. It was cruel to let a 70-year-old man recall his lost daughter.

She advised: "Grandpa, you should take a good rest. It's time for lunch break."

"Grandfather is not tired, and wants to talk to Mu Jiu more."

"Let's take a rest first."

"No." Duke Meng had a firm look on his face, and for a moment he looked like a naughty boy.

Yun Mujiu was helpless, knowing that the old man wanted her to stay with him for a while longer. She poured a cup of hot water for the old man and asked carefully:

"Grandfather, can Mu Jiu ask you something?"

"Ask me anything you want to know. I'll tell you everything my grandfather knows."

"My grandfather once gave Mu Jiu a golden phoenix long hairpin. Does this golden hairpin have any historical origin or story?"

Duke Meng paused holding the teacup, his kind features showing a hint of complicated emotions.

Yun Mujiu was stunned. It turned out that this was not an ordinary gold hairpin!