I'm in trouble again! My best friend, the princess in the group, please save me!

A palace maid came hurriedly. "Your Highness, the nurse is here. Where should we place her?"

The prince glanced at Jiang Xingkuo who was pretending to be stupid, and said seriously, "The west wing. It's closer to the main house."

"Yes." The maid lowered her head and continued to ask, "Your Highness, the second young master said he had a headache and wanted to see the imperial physician. He said...he said that the princess beat him and wanted the princess to take responsibility."

The prince held his forehead with his hand: "Let him hold it in! Keep a close watch on him!"

"Yes." After the maid responded, she waved to a plump middle-aged woman at the back, asking her to come over.

"Greetings, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." The wet nurse bowed cautiously.

"Well. After feeding, send someone to send the baby boy back. Xiangwan will..." The prince was giving orders when he turned around and saw Jiang Xingkuo tiptoeing away.

When she returned to Songyan's room, Songyan told her that Huanyan had already returned to Piyun Palace.

She could only walk back slowly by herself.

I sat bored on a railing in front of the temple, staring at the ever-changing white clouds in the sky.

Towards evening.

Could it be that Yan Buwan's daughter is really his...

Then they...

their children……

She shook her head fiercely. "It's none of my business! What am I thinking about!"

"What are you looking at?" The second prince's gentle voice sounded from behind her. She was so startled that she almost fell off the railing, but fortunately he pulled her up.

"It's you!" She patted her chest in shock and looked at the Second Prince with a smile.

For a second, he was stunned.

"You... aren't wearing a veil anymore?" He also turned around and looked at the sky she had just been looking at.

"No! Anyway, the old emperor is dying, no one covets me..."

Wait, the old emperor she was talking about... isn’t he the father of the person in front of me?

She realized she had said the wrong thing and quickly changed the subject: "Where are you going?"

Who knew that he was not angry, but smiled calmly: "Go visit father."

...Uh, you're just bringing up something that's not relevant.

"It's really... touching that you can be so filial." She replied sullenly.

"What about you? Are you going back to Piyun Palace?"

"Ah."

"By the way, the milk tea and cake you made are really outstanding, and they are worth a fortune."

His boasting made Jiang Xingkuo feel a little embarrassed.

"If you want to eat it, I'll make it for you next time."

"That is truly a great honor for me."

"That's too much..." Why is this guy getting more and more excited?

"No. I'm not exaggerating. If in one's lifetime I could drink your milk tea, eat cake, and listen to a pipa piece sung by Miss Wei Chuchu in the intoxicating breeze, it would be a real joy in life!" He said with longing, and his gloomy temperament gradually dissipated.

"Zui Qingfeng? Wei Chuchu?" Jiang Xingkuo felt that the name sounded familiar.

"Wei Chuchu is a famous courtesan in Youling City. I once had the honor of hearing her play the pipa and was amazed by her beauty."

But, not as good as when I saw you.

"Oh... I was wondering why it sounded so familiar, it's that brothel." She suddenly realized.

"I still have to go to my father's bedside to serve medicine, so I'll take my leave first." The second prince walked away leisurely with a mysterious smile on his face.

"The Oiran! Wei Chuchu!" She returned to Piyun Palace muttering the name.

"Hey, Huanyan, do you want to... go out for a walk?" She asked excitedly to An Huanyan who was lying on the recliner.

"No! I won't go! Didn't I just come back?" An Huanyan crossed her legs lazily.

"No! I mean... leave the palace!"

An Huanyan sat up. "When?"

"Tomorrow, we have to make some preparations!"

"Okay. But how are we going to get out?"

Jiang Xingkuo proudly took out a gold medal from his arms.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

The prince sat at his desk, frowning deeply at the memorials presented by the ministers.

Suddenly he slammed the memorial shut and threw it out, then propped his head up with his arms and closed his eyes. His brows were filled with worry.

Wu Ye is here again.

"Your Highness, the Second Prince went to the Palace of Heavenly Purity again."

He opened his eyes and thought without saying a word.

"The second prince goes there every day and stays until late at night. He serves medicine, changes clothes and rubs the prince's back. He takes care of him in every possible way." Wu Ye continued.

"I already know about it. In addition, many ministers in the court have reported to the emperor recently that he fanned the bed and warmed the pillow, and his filial piety was so touching." The prince rubbed his aching temple helplessly.

Wu Ye was a little indignant. "Your Highness is busy with all kinds of affairs, how can he take care of both? He is free and spends his days reciting poems and painting. These ministers are also opportunists."

"Alright, don't say these words anymore. It is true that I have not fulfilled my filial duty." The prince sighed.

Wu Ye wanted to shut up in dissatisfaction, but suddenly remembered something: "Your Highness, the princess and Miss Jiang secretly left the palace together."

"Oh?" The prince listened and leaned back in his chair. "Where are they going?"

"I don't know. Just now, someone from Xihua Gate came to report that they left with His Highness's token. It was difficult for them to stop them."

"Well. Never mind. There have been too many things going on in the palace recently. It would be good to let them go out and relax. How about this, you go with them, just in case." For some reason, the prince smiled and relaxed.

"But as for the Second Young Master... don't I need to keep an eye on him myself?" Wu Ye wondered.

After all, His Highness once said that Hai Yanqing was very important. If she was kidnapped by Hai Yanze, His Highness’ plan would fail.

The prince thought for a moment and said, "Forget it. Just send someone to keep an eye on the princess. I have hosted a banquet for Prime Minister Hai at the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests tonight. He might make some moves then. You must keep an eye on Hai Yanqing."

"Yes." Wu Ye was about to leave.

"Wait." The prince called him.

"Go check on Xiang Wan. She's... in the west wing."

Wu Ye was shocked. Standing in the darkness, his expression could not be seen clearly.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Wu Ye pushed the door open and Song Yan sat up in surprise.

"Brother Wuye!"

"Why are you sitting up? Lie down quickly." Wu Ye held her down.

"Brother Wuye, you came to see me." Songyan looked unusually happy.

"I stopped by to see how your injury is doing." Wu Ye scratched his head, not knowing why she was so excited.

"Thank you, Brother Wuye! I'm much better now." Songyan turned her head away shyly.

"In that case, you can go back to Piyun Palace now..."

"What?" Song Yan's surprise startled him.

"I said, since you're almost well, you can go back." Wu Ye repeated it again, without noticing the disappointment in her eyes at all.

"it is good……"

"What's wrong? Don't you want to go back to Piyun Palace?" Wu Ye asked honestly.

"No! I want... no no no I don't want... no..." Songyan spoke incoherently.

Wu Ye was even more confused.

"It's okay... I'll pack up and go back in the next two days..." Songyan turned around helplessly, facing the bed and ignored him.

Wu Ye rubbed his hands helplessly.

Did I say something wrong again? He thought, and went out and closed the door, leaving Songyan alone, feeling sad.

In an inn outside the imperial city gate, the two of them had changed into neat men's clothes and came to the street.