The female master reported to the palace master, the master is favored by the road

Although only one side profile of the woman with that bastard was seen, one could tell that she had a good appearance and an extraordinary aura.

Why?

Chang Miaoling became more and more angry the more she thought about it, and she shouted at Zi'an in the attic without caring about anything else: "Chang Jingyang, is this your upbringing?"

Nan Yi, who was about to step into the bookstore, slipped and quickly steadied himself. He turned his head and looked angrily at the man who was shouting with his head raised, with disgust flashing in his eyes.

He walked quickly towards Chang Miaoling and was about to take action when a gentle voice came from the attic.

"Nanyi Royal Guard, let him come up."

Zi'an stood up, lowered the bamboo curtain, came to the beauty's couch and leaned against it, watching the farce below lazily.

Nan Yi froze, turned sideways to face Zi An, bowed and said, "Yes, sir."

Seeing Nan Yi being so respectful to Zi'an, Chang Miaoling became even more annoyed, and her murderous intention towards Zi'an became stronger.

Nan Yi, who had stood up, noticed it, turned his head and looked at Chang Miaoling coldly, warning: "Third Young Master of the Prime Minister's Mansion, watch your attitude."

Chang Miaoling shuddered, lowered her eyes to hide the malice in them, bowed to Nan Yi, and said timidly, "Yes, Nan Yi Royal Guard."

Nan Yi glanced at Chang Miaoling with disgust. He was really hypocritical. He said without emotion: "Follow this Royal Guard."

"Yes, Royal Guard." Chang Miaoling looked at the young servant beside her, held the other's hand, and unconsciously exerted force.

"Let's go."

Nan Yi paused for a moment and said in a cold tone, "The young master only wants to see you, no one else is allowed to enter."

Chang Miaoling froze, gritted her teeth, and whispered, "Yes, Royal Guard."

As soon as he finished speaking, he gestured to a place where no one could see, then let go of the servant and followed Nan Yi into the study.

In the private room, the aroma of tea wafts in the air and the wind chimes under the eaves ring.

'Crackling'

The door of the private room opened, and Nan Yi entered the room first. He knelt on one knee behind the floor-length screen and said, "I am Nan Yi, your subordinate, and I am here to see you, sir."

Chang Miaoling, who was following behind, was startled when she saw this and felt uneasy.

The dignified Southern Imperial Guard, the close imperial guard in front of the emperor, enjoys the honor of not having to kneel when meeting officials.

Why would you kneel down before a mere little man now?

"No need to be so polite, Nanyi Imperial Guard. My sister is in the study, go there if you need anything."

A pleasant and soft voice came from behind the screen. Nan Yi stood up and lowered his eyes, not daring to look around.

"I am outside. I will go after you have dealt with your affairs."

Along the way, there were only a few people busying around in the corridor, and there was no one serving and protecting Zhengjun in front of his door. It was probably because there were too few people around the princess.

Zi'an supported his head with one hand, closed his eyes, and said in a gentle tone: "Then I'll trouble the Royal Guards."

Anyway, my sister is busy now, so Nan Yi can stay here if he wants.

Nan Yi: "Yes, sir."

Yin Luonan gave Chang Miaoling a warning look and left the room.

Chang Miaoling seemed to be frightened. She lowered her head, half-knelt sideways and saluted.

'Crackling'

The door was closed. Chang Miaoling stopped pretending and stood up, turning sideways to look at the screen angrily.

"Chang Jingyang, do you think that if you leave the Prime Minister's Mansion, I will be powerless to do anything to you?"

The sharp voice made Zian frown.

After spending so much time with Linglong, I felt really uncomfortable when I heard this harsh sound.

He took out a string of black beads from his sleeve and played with them in his hands.

Youxue, who was coiled on the table, sensed the aura of the Soul-Calming Pearl, looked up, then shook her snake head, and coiled herself into a pancake and spread it on the table.

As expected, the master dotes on her and even gave the soul-calming bead that calms the spirit to the master husband.

The white fingertips fiddled with the black tassels, and the voice was lazy: "Well, I'm so scared."

The black hair is intertwined with tassels.

Chang Miaoling was shocked. The feeling of punching cotton was really not good.

But when she thought of something, the corners of Chang Miaoling's lips curled up under the face mask, and she found a place to sit down in the room.

"Chang Jingyang, you are so lucky. Lord Feng has taken a liking to you and is planning to send you to marry a foreign prince."

Zi'an's lazy expression changed in an instant, the faint smile on the corner of his lips disappeared, and murderous intent emerged.

The soul-calming bead emits a bright halo.

Zi'an's restless mood was calmed in an instant.

"Haha, let's not talk about the fact that I am just a commoner and a man getting married. Let's talk about this marriage. Where is the imperial decree?"

Hearing these nice and gentle words, Chang Miaoling's face twisted, and she slapped the table beside her, and said in a low voice: "Chang Jingyang, are you still the son of the Prime Minister's Mansion? The Prime Minister's Mansion needs you now, are you willing to be the husband of a lowly merchant?"

Zi'an's eyes turned fierce, and he dodged behind the screen. His body was like a shadow, and he grabbed the other person's neck and lifted him up from the chair.

"Chang Miaoling, do you think I'm giving you face?"

The cold and heartless almond eyes stared at Chang Miaoling, whose face was flushed red. "Lowly? Chang Miaoling, who is as lowly as you? Many slaves serve you, regardless of gender! Who is lowly?"

Chang Miaoling, who was out of breath, widened her eyes when she heard this, and fear finally appeared in her eyes as she looked at Zi'an.

"You, how do you know?" The feeling of suffocation made Chang Miaoling want to pull away the hand on her neck.

When the other person's hand was about to touch Zi'an's hand, Zi'an shook Chang Miaoling off.

bump……

The loud noise of tables and chairs being knocked over could be heard outside the door.

Three figures appeared from a hidden place, drew their swords, and aimed at Chang Miaoling who was lying on the ground coughing.

Nan Yi's face changed outside the door. He pushed the door open and saw such a tense scene.

Zi'an put away the beads Linglong gave him, took out a handkerchief, and carefully wiped the fingertips that had touched Chang Miaoling.

Looking at the embarrassed Chang Miaoling and meeting his terrified eyes, Zi'an's almond-shaped eyes curved.

He put away the handkerchief, pushed away the long sword that was protecting him, and slowly approached Chang Miaoling.

"Chang Miaoling, didn't the master behind you tell you that I am the head of Hanqin Pavilion?"

At this moment, Chang Miaoling had come back to her senses from the fear of death. Looking at Zi'an, who was getting more and more beautiful as the moon approached her, her expression beneath the veil was distorted.

Facing Chang Miaoling's hostile eyes, Zi'an took the long sword from the secret guard beside him, raised it, and hit the other's cheek with the sword without hesitation.

Snapped……

This move was so quick, fierce and accurate that no one in the room except Zi'an and Youxue could react.

what……

It was not until a scream was heard that he came back to his senses.

The corners of Nan Yi's lips twitched, and his eyes turned admiring as he looked at Zi'an.

As long as you don’t suffer any loss.

Clang…

Zi'an didn't want to get entangled, so he threw away the sword in his hand and looked at the still stunned secret guard: "What's your name?"

The masked woman came back to her senses and swallowed her saliva. She didn't dare to look at Zi'an. She lowered her eyes and said respectfully, "My lord, I am Ming Shisan."

"The sword is dirty. I'll ask my sister to make you a new one later."

The corners of Ming Shisan's eyes twitched slightly under the mask.

"Yes."

His sight fell on Chang Miaoling who was still howling miserably, and Wen Shan said, "Chang Miaoling, I will not kill you. Go back and tell Chang Baifang that the mother-son relationship between me and her is over. This return to Lingdu is my revenge."