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

Zi'an took the handkerchief, wiped his lips, closed his eyes, and leaned weakly on the soft couch in the carriage.

"Has my brother-in-law's motion sickness been this severe in the past?" Ping'an's worried words rang in his ears. He felt the coldness on his wrist and his eyelids were too weak to open.

Normally, my brother-in-law would not have these symptoms because he had spiritual power protecting him. But now, not only did he have them, but they were very serious and could not be relieved even with medication.

Seeing Ping'an taking his pulse, he said weakly: "Yes, there is, but it's not that serious." Thinking of Linglong and Ping'an's favoritism towards him, Zi'an's pale lips pulled into a smile.

"I guess you guys spoiled me."

Ping An laughed when he heard that, but he couldn't laugh the next second, as a weak and slippery pulse appeared under his weak pulse.

When I wanted to investigate again, it was gone again.

Seeing Ping An's expression was not right, Zi An calmed down and asked, "Brother, is there something wrong?"

Ping An withdrew his hand and looked at Zi An carefully.

The face is proud and pale, with slight changes in the Palace of Children, but no changes upon closer inspection.

There is only one possibility for this situation, and that is what Kong Qi did to his sister.

Seeing that Ping An hadn't spoken, Zi An became anxious and reached out to hold Ping An's arm, "Brother."

Ping An came back to his senses, met Zi An's panicked eyes, and hurriedly comforted him, "Brother-in-law, it's okay. Brother-in-law just didn't get enough rest during the journey. When you return to Lingdu, take a good rest for a few days and eat some medicinal food, you will be able to recover."

Zi'an breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that he would have an accident and something would happen to Linglong.

Ping'an did not miss Zi'an's strangeness, his eyes flashed slightly, this was not an illusion.

All the way from Jiyang, my brother-in-law has been deliberately protecting himself from getting hurt. Even if he sneezes a little, he will take medicine.

It's so well behaved that it's abnormal.

"Master, we have arrived at Lingdu Imperial City."

The wobbly carriage stopped at some point, and Mu Nian's words came from outside the carriage.

Ping An looked at the weak Zi An and said, "Brother-in-law is in the carriage. I'm going out."

Zi'an, who was indeed feeling uncomfortable, nodded: "Okay, thank you for troubling me, brother."

Ping An shook his head helplessly and picked up the cloak beside him and covered Zi An with it.

"Brother-in-law, take a rest."

His eyes fell on the two white spots in the carriage, "Protect your master."

The white tiger and white fox lying on the carpet raised their heads and looked at the disappearing figure who had put on his hat.

The two looked at each other, the white tiger stood up, stretched lazily, turned around and jumped onto the couch, his golden eyes looking at Zi'an's abdomen with complexity.

There is a breath of origin in it, and it can be confirmed that there is a little master in it, but the breath is extremely unstable, almost non-existent.

Feeling the white tiger's burning gaze, Zi'an opened his eyes and saw the white tiger staring at him without blinking. He reached out and held it in his arms, rubbing its fur.

"Xiao Lefeng, do you think my sister has returned to Dongyun?"

Ping'an stood on the carriage and looked towards the direction of the city gate not far away. There stood a group of people. In the front was a maid dressed in dark purple palace clothes, followed by a group of Jinyiwei.

Nan Yi was riding his horse towards that direction.

Ming Si came to the other side of the carriage at some point and whispered, "Young Master, the person coming here is Nanling Empress's personal nanny, Nanny Xiang. In the back, in addition to the Jinyiwei, there is also Nanling's current prime minister, Chang Bofang."

Ping'an stepped onto the wooden ladder and Ming Si reached out to support him.

"Xiao Si, be careful with your address." Ping An held Ming Si's arm and got off the carriage.

"Protect your brother-in-law well, especially with the details. Be extra careful."

When Ming Si heard the secret sound, his body stiffened for a moment, but quickly recovered.

The same secret voice replied solemnly: "Yes."

After Ping An got off the carriage, he withdrew his hand and made a gesture.

Seeing this, several people who got off a carriage behind walked quickly to the carriage where their master was and stood guard.

"Your Highness, this is Nanny Xiang who serves His Majesty."

Ping An looked through his hat at the people brought by Nan Yi and nodded slightly: "Madam Xiang."

The gentle voice is like a spring breeze that melts the ice and snow.

Madam Xiang smiled and bowed to the person in front of her, "I am Fu Xiang, the old servant, and I greet Master Shengzi."

The person in front of him was not like an ordinary woman with a clear and rough voice, but with the sharp and soft voice unique to men.

"Madame Xiang is polite."

Fuxiang stood up straight, and his naturally smiling eyes made this maid seem approachable.

"Sir, I am here on behalf of Your Majesty to welcome the Crown Princess back to the Purple Palace."

Ping An: "Then I'll trouble you, Madam Xiang!" He leaned forward slightly and said, "His Highness Zhengjun is not feeling well. Please inform His Majesty that His Highness Zhengjun will come to the palace to express his gratitude tomorrow."

Fu Xiang's face turned pale, and he said in a panic, "Oh my God, is His Highness Zhengjun's condition serious? I will send someone to call the imperial physician right away."

Now, if anything happens to this famous, mysterious and noble Princess, the Empress will probably skin her alive.

Ping An was about to refuse, but was interrupted by a weak and soft voice.

"Thank you for your hard work, Madam Xiang."

Hearing this voice, Fuxiang realized that this was the real person today, the Princess Zhengjun.

Fu Xiang faced the luxurious carriage and knelt down to salute: "This old servant pays respect to the Crown Princess. May Your Highness be blessed with good health."

As soon as this word was spoken, the guards and imperial guards around him all knelt down and saluted.

The sound of worship rose and fell, and some of them looked over with malicious intent.

Ming Si's sharp eyes accurately identified several people, and at the same time, his hands moved quickly. A long black whip came out with his nimble movements.

Shuapa…

"Ah, ah-"

At this moment, screams rang out.

No one expected Ming Si's action.

Even Ping An was a little slow to react.

A red shadow flashed by, and two huge fiery red foxes appeared from nowhere, squatting near the fallen people, baring their teeth in warning.

Ming Si returned to the carriage, looked up at the two white foxes squatting on the roof, retracted his gaze, nonchalantly put away the long whip, knelt on one knee in front of the carriage, and said humbly: "Master, please forgive me."

Ping'an glanced at the people rolling on the ground, and judging from their clothes, they were definitely from the Prime Minister's Mansion.

White fingertips lifted the curtain of the carriage, and a veiled face appeared behind the window.

Zi'an glanced at the people rolling on the ground, and his eyes fell on the purple-clothed woman in the front: "Madame Xiang, please lead the way! I will apologize to the Queen Mother for this matter."

Fu Xiang's forehead was covered with sweat. "Yes, Your Highness Zhengjun."

She still doesn't know what this is.

"Get up, Ming Si."

After Zi'an finished speaking, he lowered the curtain.

Ping An was curious. When the team started moving, he approached Ming Si and asked, "Xiao Si'er, what happened to these people?"

Ming Si looked at the nosy young master with amusement and whispered, "These people looked at the master's carriage with malicious eyes."

Ping An was speechless: "Just because of this?"