The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

Including Yun Mujiu, everyone in the tent breathed a sigh of relief. The Ye Mansion had strict discipline, and if they looked into it carefully, they all made some mistakes.

Yun Mujiu really couldn't bear to see everyone being punished. To be honest, they all had their own difficulties. For this reason, Yun Mujiu tried to plead with Ye Xiaohan.

If the punishment was carried out strictly according to the rules, Yingliu and the others would probably lose half their lives even if they didn't lose their lives.

Ye Xiaohan raised his eyes and glanced at everyone, then lowered his eyes slightly and said in a cold voice: "People with bad behavior have strict rules and regulations..."

Yun Mujiu pondered the meaning of the words and guessed: Is Ye Xiaohan saying that he is a man of good character and abides by the law?

Then there is no chance of begging for mercy?

Ye Xiaohan didn't wait for everyone to react, and said coldly: "I won't punish you severely this time, but you must be punished accordingly."

"Each person will be fined three months' salary, and this will not be repeated."

Yun Mujiu's eyes were filled with surprise, and her expression was a little complicated. The others were also shocked, and without caring about being too surprised, they immediately nodded and replied: "Your subordinate (the servant) thanks the prince!"

Ye Xiaohan said, "Go out." He glanced at Yun Mujiu, "Princess, stay."

Everyone stood up, bowed to Ye Xiaohan and Yun Mujiu, and turned to leave.

Yun Mujiu said softly: "My Lord, is it my turn to be punished now?"

"I won't punish you."

"Why?" Yun Mujiu was puzzled. "I was also wrong this time. I was careless and let my guards and maids leave my tent..."

"Be careful next time." Ye Xiaohan just said this. Then he changed his words and added: "There won't be a next time."

Don't let this dangerous situation happen again.

Yun Mujiu was stunned and nodded: "I understand."

"Is the wound serious?"

"It's nothing, just a few scratches on my shoulder and arm."

Ye Xiaohan took out a white porcelain bottle from his arms, "Golden medicine. I'll apply the medicine on you."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Yun Mujiu took the medicine bottle and shook his head, "I can do it myself."

Ye Xiaohan saw the fatigue in Yun Mujiu's eyes, and there was a hint of resentment in his eyes.

He opened his thin lips and replied, "Okay."

Yun Mujiu returned to his tent, and his sensitive nose could still smell a hint of blood. Even though someone had already packed up their tent, there was still a very faint smell of blood in the air.

She suddenly felt somewhat fortunate that she had promptly retrieved the items used to make the helmet and returned them to the system. Otherwise, if people outside the Ye Mansion saw these strange things, they might have suspected her.

Yun Mujiu stood in front of the dressing mirror and gently pulled the hair on both sides of her neck back, revealing a purple mark. This was the kiss mark left by Ye Xiaohan.

Looking again, there were fresh flowers and green leaves in her bun. These were also picked for her by Ye Xiaohan at that time, saying that they could serve as implicit evidence that she had been with him all the time.

Yun Mujiu couldn't help but sigh. It was rare for a royal man like Ye Xiaohan to be so attentive to her.

Just as I was feeling tired, Chunlan, Qiutang and the others came in carrying basins filled with hot water.

The tent was filled with mist. Yun Mujiu looked down at her fitted milky white dress, her face full of confusion.

By the way, how could Youming Jiuchong have women's clothes? Could it be that while she was unconscious, Youming went somewhere else to find new clothes for her?

And the most puzzling thing is that the clothes that Youming gave her were exactly the right size for her, neither too big nor too small.

However, Youming is a highly skilled martial artist and must have very good eyesight. He should be able to guess the size of a person's clothes just by looking at their body shape...

For some reason, Yun Mujiu felt that the Netherworld had a murderous aura, but she did not feel as extreme fear of the Netherworld as other people did...

After taking a comfortable hot bath, Yun Mujiu applied medicine to the wound again. These minor wounds were not worth mentioning in her eyes. When she worked in the 07th Military Region, the battlefield environment was changeable and she could not always guarantee that her environment was safe, so she was inevitably injured.

The injuries I suffered before were much more serious than now. Now these shallow sword wounds are just a piece of cake.

Facing the mirror, she half-exposed her shoulders and smeared the golden medicine given by Ye Xiaohan on the wound. When she saw the flower mark out of the corner of her eye, she shuddered.

"It's over, I hope Youming won't see my flower print!"

Yun Mujiu was shocked. He carefully recalled the scene when he met Youming, and his brows were tied into a knot.

After a long while, she let out a long breath and consoled herself: It shouldn't happen. At that time, the flower print on her right shoulder was not torn, and Youming hadn't touched the first set of clothes she wore, so Youming had directly applied the medicine along the tear in the clothes.

Therefore, the possibility of Youming seeing the flower print is very small.

Thinking of the worst case scenario, if Youming saw it, with his fearless style, he would definitely ask her directly about the flower seal.

Thinking of this, Yun Mujiu was completely relieved.

From that day on, the name of the head of the Mushi Jiuyou Pavilion was widely spread in the capital city, expanding to the entire Zhongyue State and even the other four countries.

In the past, only a few extremely powerful people would know the name of the Mushi Hall Master. But now, most people, even ordinary people, know the name of the Mushi Hall Master.

Many forces speculated why Master Mushi Hall publicly revealed his name. Did Master Mushi Hall have new plans?

What everyone didn't know was that Netherworld Nine's move was not as complicated as they thought.

It's just a name. What if others know it?

With the four words "Ninth Layer of the Netherworld", no one could find out his true identity. If he wanted, he could give himself another name and spread it around, such as ghost, evil spirit, etc.

Yun Mujiu had dinner alone in the tent. She wanted to be alone for a while, her mood had not yet completely calmed down, and she did not want to see Ye Xiaohan.

While eating, she recalled the experiences of the past few days.

Thinking back to the image of Yao Leyi being dragged away at noon today, she suddenly understood.

It turned out that on the first night in the southern suburbs, she accidentally saw the back figure near her tent, and it was Yao Leyi.

Yao Leyi deserves her current situation.

Outside the tent, Dong Yu said, "Princess, the prince sent you some nourishing soup."

"Bring it in." Yun Mujiu said lightly.

Yun Mujiu is a sensible person. Even though she sometimes stutters when getting along with Ye Xiaohan, she still has to give Ye Xiaohan the face she deserves.

Dong Yu put down the soup and left. Yun Mujiu frowned as he looked at the soup.

Fusang asked, "What's troubling the princess?"

Yun Mujiu said sadly, "Fusang, how come the prince is so sure that nothing will happen to me?"