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

It is not a long-term solution for Wan Muqing to stay in the princess's mansion.

After some discussion, they decided to move back to Wan Mansion urgently while it was getting late and there were few people on the street.

Xiao'e suddenly appeared and knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

Seeing that it was her, Jiang Xingkuo looked back at the bewildered Huan Yan in silence, then turned back and said softly to Hai Yanqing, "Take good care of her."

Without waiting for his response, she followed Xiao'e and left without looking back.

Hai Yanqing stared at Xiao'e's back, alert and confused.

"What about you? Why did you come here today?" Huanyan's words interrupted his thoughts.

He asked in slight surprise: "How did you know I was coming to see you?"

"The Wan Mansion is in the opposite direction from here. I don't believe Wan Muqing would be stupid enough to go to your house and wait for you. Besides, your family and his family are all old and rotten..."

"What rotten melon?" Hai Yanqing suddenly felt something was wrong.

Huanyan gave a fake smile, "It's okay, it's okay. In short, he could only have come in by blocking you in front of my house."

"That's true." Hai Yanqing smiled slightly, as if he had let down his guard. "I'm here to get the money from you."

"Oh!" An Huanyan suddenly remembered that he had indeed been promised disaster relief.

Although he may just be joking, think about it and do what you can.

"Songyan, Tengxi, go get someone to fetch the box."

There were only two people left in the house.

After all the messy things that had just happened, both of them were a little tired and didn't seem to know what to say.

After a long while, Hai Yanqing finally spoke: "That Wei Chuchu is a hot potato now, you come in and send her away."

"Send away? Where can I send him?" An Huanyan said with a sullen face.

"A nunnery outside the city, in the countryside, whatever you like."

"Nun... isn't a good idea..." An Huanyan hesitated.

When he thought of this thorny problem, he couldn't help feeling a little irritated.

"Humph."

"The kindness of women."

"If you ask me, you just let her get away with it, and you can still give the Wan family an explanation."

But An Huanyan suddenly tilted her head and stared at him.

"Speak!" Hai Yanqing was confused but didn't dare to speak out.

"If you were really that determined to kill, you would have killed her directly instead of knocking her out."

An Huanyan looked at him teasingly, as if she was looking at a monkey.

For a moment, it was as if a secret was revealed in front of everyone. Hai Yanqing was unable to answer for a moment. He just rubbed his thighs and became restless.

Fortunately, Songyan and Tengxi came back in time. He breathed a sigh of relief and immediately fled.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! The box! You haven't taken the box away yet!" Songyan shouted while holding the small box.

"Alas." An Huanyan shook her head sadly, "Send someone to take him to his carriage."

Hai Yanqing, who had just arrived at the Hai Mansion, felt his heart sink when he saw the lights still on in the hall.

He walked over with heavy steps.

"Qing'er, do you know you are wrong?" The old man opposite him had his back to him, and the dim candlelight made his back even more eerie.

Hai Yanqing knelt down without thinking, "My son knows he was wrong."

"Go and accept your punishment." As soon as he finished saying these four words, the old man left without looking back.

Only he and another father's followers were left in the hall.

He took off his shirt, revealing the scar on his back that had just healed.

"Second Young Master, I'm sorry." The follower held a short whip, calmed himself down, and started whipping.

Hai Yanqing clenched his teeth tightly, and his face with distinct features was already covered in sweat.

"Sir, why don't you punish Qing'er and ground her to house arrest? If you keep beating her like this, she'll hurt her body!"

While massaging his shoulders attentively, Hailao Taijun Wen said with concern.

Hai Wuya closed his eyes, the wrinkles on his face outlining the ups and downs of his life.

"Humph. How dare he interfere in the affairs of the Wan family! Do all my teachings to him go in one ear and out the other?!"

"But Master, if something happens to the uncle of the Wan family, won't the Princess's Mansion be held responsible? Isn't this just right? It will cause a rift between the Princess's Mansion and the Queen."

Although Wen was usually called Hai Lao Taijun, her appearance remained unchanged even though she had given birth to two sons.

Hai Wuya felt comfortable with the massage and his tone softened.

"That's just a woman's opinion! The national mourning period has passed, and Qing'er will soon be living in the princess's residence. The two of us will share honor and disgrace together. At this critical juncture, nothing can happen!"

Wen winked at the maid beside her, and the maid immediately understood what she meant, sneaked out, and stopped the followers from whipping Hai Yanqing.

"You are right, sir." Mrs. Wen pressed his temple again.

Hai Wuya touched her hand and said, "If I am not strict with Qing'er, our plan will be in jeopardy! Besides, who knows what the old man Wan will do to Qing'er tomorrow. It is reasonable for me to punish him now."

"Master, you are really thoughtful." When Wei saw the maid come back and nodded to her, she felt relieved and said casually:

"I see Qing'er is becoming more and more interested in the princess. If this continues, it will be disastrous."

"Do you still need me to guide you in your women's affairs?"

Hai Wuya waved his hand and climbed onto the bed.

"Women's affairs..."

Wen lowered her head and pondered over this sentence. She turned around and saw that Hai Wuya had fallen asleep, so she tiptoed to Hai Yanqing's yard.

"My poor son!" Mrs. Wen looked at the bloodstains on Hai Yanqing's back with eyes full of pity, and personally brought the medicine powder to apply on him.

"Can't you stay away from her? The most important thing is to keep each other in peace! You are just playing around now! Don't go too far!"

Although Wen complained, she was very gentle in her actions.

"Mom, I understand." Hai Yanqing's voice was flat.

He's already used to it.

He knew that news about his father always came as fast as lightning.

He just couldn't help himself.

For some unknown reason, he was always thinking about her.

Even though they were nominally husband and wife, for various reasons, he could only find some ridiculous excuses to see her.

"Young people are full of vigor and vitality. It's okay for them to have fun. Or anyone can do it, except her. Who says she is the Princess Jingyang of our Jin Kingdom?"

"But it won't be like that soon. Although she is indeed good-looking, you may not be able to get any woman you want by then... Qing'er! Are you listening?"

Wen slapped Hai Yanqing on the head.

"Hiss——" Hai Yanqing's wound was pulled and he couldn't help but groan.

"Qing'er! Qing'er! It's mother's fault! It's mother's fault..." Wen tried to comfort him in a hurry.

Hai Yanqing sighed, "Mom, I want to sleep."

Looking at Wen's apologetic look, he closed his eyes helplessly.

For the first time, he hated his identity.

This identity once brought him supreme honor, but now he has to do something he doesn't want to do.

No one ever asked him if he liked it or if he was willing.

The long-awaited rain suddenly brought a hint of coolness and relieved the long-dry rivers.

The good news brought by the rapid progress is that the south has finally seen sunny days, and the raging floods have gradually receded. Although they have left devastation behind, the officers and soldiers are organizing the surviving people to slowly clean up their homes.

Everything is getting better.

For a time, every household in the folk praised it as an auspicious sign brought by the emperor.