The power of women is highly respected

Amid the sound of firecrackers, another year passed. Yan Yuni let her little servant untie her cloak covered with snowflakes and chat with her about family matters.

After today, her little servant will be twenty-two, and she will be twenty too, just the right age.

Perhaps, I can stop arguing with the Queen now and just agree to move to my fiefdom.

As they were talking and laughing, Xiao Hong couldn't help but ask her why she came back so early.

She wanted to tease him, so she tilted her head and whispered, "To keep watch with you."

Xiao Hongyang was furious and pulled his hand away, no longer covering her hand. "How disrespectful of you to ignore the rules! Go and apologize to the Queen Mother and the others, and don't let others talk about you."

After hearing this, Yan Yu Ni smiled even more happily, opened her arms, wrapped her arms around his waist, rubbed her face against his neck, and said in a raised tone: "No, no."

This is... acting like a spoiled child. Xiao Hong's ears turned red again. He looked around and found that all the servants had left. There were only two people left in the room. He immediately felt a little charming in his heart and his face turned even redder.

He patted twice the person who was hugging him tightly, felt the hands on his waist tightening, and the unignorable heat on his neck. His face flushed with shame, and he half pushed and half leaned on the person on him, seeming to be reluctant but also willing.

Yan Yu Ni, who was blushing and too embarrassed to see anyone, buried her face in his arms. She didn't say a word, just hugged him and smelled the unique fragrance on his body.

Feeling that his body was quietly changing, Yan Yuni immediately laughed out loud with pride.

Looking at the person who was laughing so hard that her shoulders shrugged, Xiao Hong completely lost her temper. She gasped and let her do whatever she wanted.

Yan Yu Ni was very excited today. The things that had been piling up in her heart had a breakthrough, and she was in an extremely high spirit.

With her suggestion, Doctor Qin quickly found the prescription for "Wu Shi San".

After getting the prescription, she immediately ordered Bai Dai and others to remember the prescription and burn it on the spot once they saw it. If it was just her side, it would take a long time to settle the matter of Wu Shi San, but she was not the only one who had this idea, and fortunately it was not just her side.

As they searched like a net, the undercurrents in Fengcheng gradually subsided, and the sound of the poison needles falling to the ground became silent.

As for the Wu Shi San case, they had no solution at first, because the person in the dark was hiding too deeply and they had no idea where to start.

However, as long as a crack is torn open and the attack is carried out along the crack to reveal the hidden "heart", these conspiracies can be easily solved.

The wedding procession that left Fengcheng with drums and gongs was traveling in the vast snow, and it was unknown when they would reach the barbaric land that the prince of the imperial city feared.

The red sedan chair came down, and the beauty in the red robe came out trembling and hesitant.

Before he even stepped onto the steps of the inn, he heard the discussion.

Attendant A: "Alas, the Thirteenth Prince is so unlucky. There are so many princes of the right age in the palace, but the Khan specifically chose a sickly boy like him."

B: "Who said it wasn't true? You didn't see the Sixteenth Prince's expression when she heard that the Khan specifically requested this person. That expression, tsk tsk tsk, if she hadn't retained some rationality, I would have suspected that she would have immediately taken up her sword and went to the Northern Frontier to kill."

Ding: "Fortunately, fortunately our 'great hero' still had the sense to not do that. Otherwise, she would have been called a sinner for all eternity in history books."

Wu, who had been silent the whole time, could not help but scold them when he heard this, "What are you talking about? Do you think you can talk about His Highness the Sixteenth at will? You slander the heroes of our Great Yan State like this. Aren't you afraid that your ancestors will come over in the middle of the night and strangle you, such an unfilial grandson, to death?"

The man whose face turned red after hearing what he said immediately started yelling, not caring what the prince who was going upstairs thought.

"Was there anything wrong with what I said? It was a matter that could be resolved by sending a prince, but that person insisted on going through so much trouble. Isn't he..." Isn't he... a sinner.

Wu was so angry at his words that he almost slapped him if someone hadn't stopped him, "You...you...you"

Jia met his gaze and said nonchalantly: "What about me, what's wrong with me? Wasn't what I said right? What kind of hero is she!"

Wu: "You...ah, it's such a shame to work with someone as short-sighted as you."

A was unable to say anything in rebuttal, and he could no longer speak.

Jia, who was stabbed in the throat by a sword, opened his eyes wide, as if he didn't understand why he was attacked.

"There are assassins"

"Ahhh, hurry up, protect the prince."

By the time the "interested person" stepped forward to protect the prince, the prince had been surrounded by people who had suddenly appeared.

Before leaving, the man in black nodded to the "interested person", hugged the frightened prince in his arms, and disappeared into the night.

After the mess, before anyone could react, the Thirteenth Prince's personal attendant stepped out, put the red veil that had fallen to the ground on his head, and said nothing.

The few people who had been prepared immediately knelt down and shouted respectfully: "Little slave, pay your respects to the Thirteenth Prince."

Before Bing could react, Bai Shao had already entered Room No. 1, where the previous man had lived, as a prince.

The wind was blowing, making Bai Shao feel annoyed. He looked up at the creaking window and thought: Sixteenth Prince, I believe that you will keep your promise to ensure that my family will live in prosperity for the rest of their lives, and I also believe that you will take good care of your master who treats me as your own brother.

Master, we will never meet again. A crystal teardrop hung in the corner of Bai Shao's eye, making him look particularly pitiful.

The pale little face, confused eyes and slightly open mouth look even more pitiful under the candlelight.

I only hope that the Khan will not let him die prematurely because of his beautiful appearance.

I just hope that Khan's husband can be a good person to get along with, and not make trouble out of nothing...