The imperial concubine is nine and a half years old, and she is willing to overturn the table and re

The night breeze in May already brings the heat of summer.

The chirping of insects around the hunting grounds was more numerous and louder than in the prince's palace, and there was also the faint howling of wolves coming from the woods in the distance.

Xie Yuantang didn't sleep well.

She always felt like there was a big zombie next to her, staring at her intently!

But didn’t she already have the neck of the zombie boss at the end of the world broken by her?

The body is still in her autopsy room!

Pretending to be dead again?

Xie Yuantang was thinking in a daze, her body felt so heavy that she struggled to open her eyelids, trying to see clearly if it was the zombie that ran out.

In her blurred vision, a familiar figure was sitting there, his peach blossom eyes looking at her tenderly and complicatedly.

"What's wrong?" the man asked softly, "Does the wound hurt?"

"Well……"

Xie Yuantang smacked his lips and muttered, "So the big zombie is you."

After saying that, he turned over, hugged Zero's head and fell asleep again.

In a daze, she suddenly realized, why does her silly husband look so smart and considerate today?

Situ Yan was slightly stunned when he saw the little person who was sleeping with the quilt rolled over.

Is he Dasanshi?

What is it? Food?

Seeing that Xie Yuantang was sleeping soundly, Situ Yan covered her with a quilt, turned around and walked out quietly.

Late at night, a dark figure flashed by in the moonlight, so fast that the guards on duty at night couldn't react.

No matter how big the hunting ground is, it is different from the imperial palace in the capital. Here, the residences of the royal family members are basically not far from each other.

The black shadow leaped a few times and landed easily in one of the yards without much effort.

The lights in the yard were dim, but the main house was still lit. Through the window, two figures could be seen inside, one sitting and one standing, and they had obviously not gone to bed yet.

"Mammy, I'm always feeling uneasy. Do you think...will he find out?"

"You worry too much. We are not using our own people. Even if we find out..."

The slightly aged voice was filled with ruthlessness. After a pause, he said, "They will only find clues about that person, but they will never find any clues about us."

"Can……"

The cold female voice was mixed with worry, and she sighed, "You know how powerful he is. If this thing fails, what if he knows that it was me who did it behind the scenes, then..."

"What are you afraid of? In my opinion, it is impossible for him to wake up, otherwise he would have already..."

"Boom!"

Before the old lady could finish her words, her body suddenly stiffened and she fell to the ground with a thud.

The woman on the main seat was startled and looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of her in disbelief: "You, how could you..."

"Why did he wake up? Or why did he find you?"

Under the candlelight, Situ Yan's perfect, sculptured profile glowed with a cold light, and his thin lips carried a hint of sarcasm.

"Do you really think I'm a fool? I think I don't know who did this to me?"

"NO, I have not……"

The woman's face was pale, her hands tightly clasped on the armrests of the chair. She didn't even have the strength to stand up, let alone call for help.

Situ Yan walked slowly until he was two meters away from her, then slowly raised his hand.

"Snapped!"

The sleeve created wind and fanned the woman's cheek with the backhand.

The woman screamed, covering her swollen cheek, turned her head and glared at Situ Yan: "You hit me? Have you forgotten the oath you made? You can't touch me..."

"You got her hurt."

Situ Yan interrupted her coldly.

The woman was stunned for a moment, then realized who he was talking about. She was surprised: "You care about a child? That little girl..."

"It's none of your business what happens to her."

Situ Yan's cold eyes swept over her in a warning: "This is the last time. If it happens again, you will go to hell and ask her for your oath."

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave. He looked down at the nanny lying on the ground, and thinking of the injuries on Xie Yuantang's body, he suddenly became furious and stepped on her calf.

"Ahhhh!"

The fainted nanny suddenly woke up in pain, holding her calf and sweating profusely.

She looked at the man who appeared before her like a devil in horror, and begged for mercy, "Fifth, Fifth Highness... spare my life..."

Situ Yan snorted coldly, kicked her away with disgust, turned around and left through the main door.

Leave only one sentence.

"This time I'll break one of your legs to compensate her for the interest."

-

Xie Yuantang didn't know that she had several scratches and foot injuries, but she had to replace her leg.

The next day, she slept until noon before getting up lazily.

"Princess, you are awake."

When Hong Qi saw her wake up, she was relieved and said, "Finally you are awake, otherwise I don't know what to do."

"what happened?"

Xie Yuantang looked at her strangely, then remembered something and asked, "Where is my husband?"

"Your Highness is drinking tea with Master Yan."

Hongqiu answered while helping Xie Yuantang put on his clothes.

"Oh."

Xie Yuantang nodded perfunctorily. When one of his arms was inserted into his sleeve, he realized what she said and suddenly raised his head: "Ah?"

Who to drink tea with?

Looking at the confused eyes of her little imperial concubine, Hong Qi's heart was warmed, not to mention others, and she said with a smile: "You heard it right, it is Master Yan who is here."

"Originally, I wanted to wake you up, but Your Highness said that you are not allowed to be disturbed."

As Hong Qi was speaking, she recalled Situ Yan's expression just now, and couldn't help but smile even more. She said to Xie Yuantang, "Little Princess, His Highness really cares about you."

Whether it was yesterday or today, the news of the foolish Fifth Prince's uncharacteristic behavior for the little imperial concubine had spread throughout the entire royal family.

Unfortunately, Xie Yuantang had no time to listen to her talk about Situ Yan's "feat". She hurriedly put on her shoes and asked Hongqiu to comb her hair while asking, "Has uncle been here for a long time? Is he still here? Has your husband been with you the whole time? Did he say anything nonsense?"

"Don't worry, nothing happened."

Seeing her little imperial concubine getting anxious, Hong Qi hurriedly coaxed her, "Master Yan came here half an hour ago. He probably wanted to wait for you to wake up, so he has been sitting in front of her and is now chatting with Your Highness about his going to the academy."

As long as there are no mistakes.

Xie Yuantang breathed a sigh of relief. If Yan Guanqing discovered that there was something fishy about Situ Yan's disappearance yesterday, she would be in vain before she could even get the Yan family's help.

Hongqiu quickly combed her hair. Xie Yuantang stood up and wanted to run out, but his foot injury still hurt a little, so he could only walk out slowly.

Seeing her anxious, Hong Qi could not help but squat down and said, "Don't worry, little princess. How about... I carry you there?"

Xie Yuantang was really too young, and those who served her, although they treated her as their master, also pampered her subconsciously.

Xie Yuantang nodded, stretched out her arms and said, "Sister Hongqiu, please hurry up. My uncle is very cunning, and I'm worried that my husband won't be able to convince him."

Hongqiu responded with amusement, picked her up and walked quickly to the front hall.

As soon as he entered the room, Xie Yuantang heard Yan Guanqing's voice: "So it was Yuantang who taught you how to write?"

Xie Yuantang rolled his black eyes a few times, got off Hongqiu, walked in with a smile, and called out sweetly:

"Uncle, uncle~"