Daring, who stripped my prince of his vest?

From the direction where Chunyao was kneeling, she could just see the flower bed near the courtyard wall. Her eyes were blurry, as if she was recalling what happened in the past.

"Your Highness, I have followed my mother to the Shangshu Mansion since I was a child. When my mother passed away, I was only nine years old."

"One day, I was having fun and left the house without telling my mother. I followed Aunt Liu to a restaurant secretly, hoping to pick up some leftover food. But I overheard Aunt Liu and a woman with a very dignified voice discussing how to kill the lady."

"But I was too young at the time and didn't understand what this meant, so I secretly went back to the mansion and told my mother. But my mother warned me not to tell anyone about this, and to keep it to myself, otherwise I would die."

"It was not until late at night when Madam was locked in the house and burned to death that I and my mother regretted our decision. If we had told Madam, we might have escaped the disaster and survived."

"Later, my mother became depressed and fell ill. She passed away six months later, leaving me alone. I had no choice but to continue working for Aunt Liu."

After hearing this, Yin Youyou didn't rush to speak.

After a moment, he said, "Oh? You mean, Liu Duomei killed my mother, and there is a master behind her helping her?"

Seeing that Yin Youyou was not surprised at all, Chunyao did not think much about it and replied, "Yes, Princess, what I said is true, otherwise I am willing to be struck by lightning."

Dongfang Mo was also listening quietly. He didn't expect that there would be such a thing as Yin Youyou's mother's sudden death. It seemed that it was not as simple as he imagined!

Behind the officials' mansions, there is no difference from the imperial palace behind the high walls; it looks simple, but it is just as deep as the ocean.

Yin Youyou pondered and thought that this person was most likely the old witch.

If they had informed the original owner's mother in advance, would she have not died?

But she believes more in fate.

A person's life span is limited, and the number of days that each person lives in this world is finite. You can save them temporarily, but you cannot save them forever!

Yin Youyou sighed in her heart, feeling that the death of the original owner and her mother was not worth it. Good people don’t live long, but bullies live for a thousand years.

Although she thought so in her heart, she would not feel sorry for Chunyao in front of her.

"Get up! It's meaningless to tell this to me now. If you and your mother had been able to speak up and tell my mother, maybe we could have escaped this disaster."

Chunyao heard the blaming tone in Yin Youyou's voice, as if she was blaming them for not telling the lady, who was eventually burned to death.

"Princess, I..." She tried to explain, but when she thought that she didn't seem to have the qualifications to ask Yin Youyou for help, she gave up.

She had already made plans to go back to the fat guy. After all, she was the prince's person. No matter where she fled to, they would be able to find her soon with their abilities.

So, she decided not to bother anymore.

Yin Youyou looked at her coldly, knowing what she wanted to say, "This princess can help you leave your man, but the Prince Jin's Mansion is not a refugee shelter, and I don't lack maids around me."

"You can either find another job or work on my farm. Your salary will be the same as others."

"You, choose for yourself!"

Chunyao knelt down immediately with a plop, "I am willing to work at the farm, and I beg the princess to take me in."

Yin Youyou ordered, “Well, please take her down first. It’s getting late, let her stay in the palace tonight, and let Zhu Yan take her to the manor tomorrow morning.”

Chun Yao kowtowed to Yin Youyou and said, "Thank you, Princess. I will never forget your kindness and will do my best to repay you."

Yin Youyou didn't want to say much, she just waved her hand and Nanny Qin took her away.

"You guys go and get busy. Just keep in mind what happened just now, and don't tell anyone about it." Yin Youyou said to Baicao and the others.

They said in unison: "Yes, Princess, we will keep this in mind and not reveal a single word."

Yin Youyou had already regarded them as her own, so they trusted each other.

Of course, she wasn't afraid of anyone leaking the news, she just wanted to annoy people.

As for Chunyao, she knew what kind of person she was. It would be best to send her to Zhuangzi to be tempered. If she could endure the hardships there, it could be considered that she had turned over a new leaf. Otherwise, she should have been sent out long ago.

As long as there is no conflict of interest with her, she is easy to talk to.

I will not offend anyone unless they offend me. If someone offends me, I will offend them!

This is her principle in life. If someone makes her angry, she will let the other person know why the flowers are so red.

At this moment, the night has fallen, like a piece of deep silk, gently spread across the sky.

In the ancient nights, the stars were like scattered diamonds, dotted across the boundless sky, flashing a faint but firm light.

Yin Youyou was rocking gently on the recliner. She had been in this place for nearly five months and had unknowingly become accustomed to everything here.

She looked up at the stars in the sky. Each one was like a lamp in the distant universe, quietly illuminating the night and adding a bit of mystery and romance to the silent night.

Dongfang Mo couldn't help but feel distressed when he saw her being so quiet.

Speaking of her deceased mother today, she must be feeling bad and sad!

He walked over, picked her up gently, and looked at the night sky with her on the recliner.

Yin Youyou glanced at him and knew why he suddenly came over and hugged her.

She said, "I'm fine, really!"

Dongfang Mo leaned against her head and said gently, "I like to hold you like this."

"Dongfang Mo, have you guessed who that prestigious person Chunyao mentioned is?" Yin Youyou asked tentatively.

"Yeah." Dongfang Mo responded softly.

"It seems that your enemy is also my enemy. I never thought that we were tied together by the imperial edict and had a common enemy." Yin Youyou sighed.

"Why don't we join forces and kill them all without leaving a single piece of armor behind?"

Dongfang Mo gazed deeply at the twinkling stars in Yin Youyou's eyes, as if thinking about something.

Then, he slowly spoke, his voice full of determination: "Youyou, don't worry, I will definitely seek justice for my mother and avenge her."

When Yin Youyou heard this, a ripple of gratitude appeared in her eyes.

She nodded gently and said softly, "Dongfang Mo, thank you. People say that those who can become husband and wife are destined to be together in their previous lives. This fate is like destiny, and it has quietly taken root since the moment we met."

Dongfang Mo gently held Yin Youyou's hand, feeling the warmth of her palm, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

He said in a low and magnetic voice: "Youyou, you are right. In this vast sea of ​​people, we were able to meet, know each other, fall in love, and become husband and wife. This is indeed the blessing we have cultivated in our previous lives. This king will cherish this hard-won fate and will only be with you until the end of my life."

Yin Youyou listened quietly, but her heart was filled with ripples like the surface of a lake, with indescribable emotions intertwined in her heart.

When it comes to love, she knows very well that the feeling has not taken root in her heart.

But she felt no disgust towards him, and even had an indescribable peace.

However, in this silence, she gradually realized that she seemed to have developed a faint dependence on him.

Whenever he came close to her, she could feel an inexplicable sense of security, as if as long as he was by her side, all the wind and rain could be blocked out.

It would be great if she could find her final home and her true love in this strange country.

At this moment, the balance in her heart seemed to have tilted towards him, but the feeling was not yet fully understood, like the mist in the morning light, which could only be seen in its true form when the sunlight penetrated it.