As soon as she opened her eyes, she was forcibly carried back to the East Palace by the paranoid pri

"I disagree!"

He Yue leaned against the pillar in the yard, fanning herself with the fan in her hand. Her face flushed with anger, she repeated her dissatisfaction, "Li Xiaoshu, listen to me, I don't agree with you placing this man here!"

He Yue glanced at the blood-soaked man lying on the ground in the yard. He was wearing luxurious brocade clothes. How could he be a simple person? She was most afraid of trouble, and it was obvious that this man was a huge trouble!

She didn't know what god she had offended and traveled to ancient times. She finally lived a peaceful life, but she didn't want it to be ruined. Besides, as the saying goes, don't pick up men on the street, or you will lose your heart and your body if you are not careful. The most amazing thing is that in this kind of novel, almost everyone around the heroine is dead or disabled. In short, no one has a good ending.

Li Xiaoshu, who was wearing coarse cloth, blushed and lowered his head, obviously feeling helpless and embarrassed. "Boss He, but he...he is dying. Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. I will pay double the rent."

Li Xiaoshu clenched her fists, and blue veins faintly appeared. She could work harder and pay He Yue more, but this man must stay.

There's no better opportunity than this!

Li Xiaoshu is an orphan from Lijia Village. Her gambling father sold all his houses before he died, and after his death, the houses were taken away. He Yue's family was the only vacant house in the village, so she rented a room from He Yue and has lived there for two years.

He Yue straightened up, pointed at Li Xiaoshu and sneered, "You also call me Boss He, so you know I'm a businessman. What I care most about is wealth. You said he was dying and asked me to pity him. What if he died in my yard? Wouldn't that be a huge misfortune? My shop is right in front of my yard. Should I still do business?"

He Yue runs a rouge shop. It is the only shop selling rouge and powder in Lijia Village and even in the surrounding villages. Although the quality is not very good, the price is less than half of that in the county town, and it also saves the travel expenses, so the business has always been good.

He Yue's voice was clear, but it was hard to hide the force in her words. She pointed at Li Xiaoshu with her fan, her slender eyebrows slightly wrinkled, "Xiaoshu, I think I've been good to you. The rent I charge you is the lowest around here. This time you casually brought back a man whose identity I don't know. What if he is a fugitive from the imperial court? Don't hurt me."

He Yue was right and had the right feelings, so how could Li Xiaoshu possibly defend himself?

Where they couldn't see, Ning Rushong on the ground frowned. He was handsome and elegant, which was out of place in this ordinary courtyard. He struggled to half open his eyelids, and his eyes were gloomy and cold.

Just as He Yue guessed, he was naturally not a simple person. He was the crown prince of the Dayun Dynasty, his mother was the eldest daughter of the He family, the head of the aristocratic families, and his uncle was the current King of the South.

In the Dayun Dynasty, the military power was in the hands of the King of Nan, a king of a different surname, the civil officials were headed by the He family, and the harem was controlled by the Queen, so Ning Rushong was almost certain to be the next emperor.

He Yue and Li Xiaoshu were still arguing over there, and Ning Rushong heard it all. He put on a gentle and polite expression, supported himself with his hands, and sat up reluctantly. The pain in his chest made him more and more irritated, "Cough cough cough!"

Li Xiaoshu was closest to him, and he quickly helped him up and leaned him against the wall, and spoke softly, "Sir, are you okay?"

She took out a clean handkerchief and tried to wipe the blood and sweat off Ning Rushong's face. In this remote village, there was no strict rule on separation between men and women.

Although Li Xiaoshu's name contains the word "Shu", she had never been to school. She didn't know how to describe the man in front of her. He was more imposing than the county magistrate and more handsome than the scholar. The first time she saw him, she knew that saving him would bring her different opportunities.

Ning Rusong slightly turned his head to avoid the handkerchief, his voice a little hoarse due to the injury, "Men and women should not touch each other, I will do it myself."

This woman was really too enthusiastic.

The man had an extraordinary appearance, and even when he refused, he was very polite and elegant. Li Xiaoshu did not feel embarrassed at all.

He Yue didn't say anything at this time, just watched coldly from the side. She turned the handle of the fan in her hand, then lowered her eyelids slightly.

Ning Rushong’s acting skills are very good, so she didn’t notice anything. However, her intuition told her that he was just a gentle and kind person on the surface, and she didn’t know how dark he was inside.

He Yue has always trusted her own intuition the most.

This is someone who cannot be offended. If she chases him away now, he might hold a grudge against her. He Yue's palms were sweating, and she increased her strength on the fan handle.

One must always be on guard against others, and He Yue didn't dare to bet on how vengeful this strange man in front of her was.

Especially since this is a man who seems to be in a high position of power.

"Forget it, there is a vacant guest room. Come in. It's a life after all." He Yue thought for a while and then waved his hand hypocritically.

There is no guest room here, so we can just clean up the storage room.

He Yue's tone softened, and her face showed no trace of the aggressive look she had had before.

Ning Rusong declined Li Xiaoshu's help and stood up, covering the wound on her waist. "Thank you, young lady."

Even though he had fallen to such a state, Ning Rushong's demeanor as a prince remained unchanged. Just standing there, he had an aura that was completely different from others.

He Yue raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked at him with her delicate willow-leaf eyes. She smiled and said, "I am already 24 years old. I can't be called a girl. Just call me Boss He."

In fact, it’s not Ning Rushong’s fault. He Yue has a standard oval face, delicate and dignified, but her facial features reveal a bit of childishness. From her appearance, it is impossible to tell her age.

"Thank you, Boss He." Ning Rushong changed his address.

"Follow me." He Yue turned around and led the way.

Perhaps it was a common problem for people in high positions, Ning Rushong was inevitably suspicious. Li Xiaoshu behaved like a normal peasant girl, but He Yue was weird in every way.

Ning Rushong stared at He Yue's back. She did not look like an ordinary merchant. Her back was very straight, and her natural and comfortable posture showed that she was well-educated. However, the way she walked was a little bit unusual. No lady from a noble family would take such big steps.

Moving my eyes upwards, I saw a woman's bun. It had no decorations except for a white silk flower that stood out against her raven-black hair.

Ning Rushong's eyes revealed a hint of understanding. The woman had a bun with white silk flowers in her hair.

The white silk flower in her hair represents the passing of her late husband; she is a woman who has lost her husband.

The woman in front was still spouting hypocritical and materialistic words. Perhaps because it was summer and the weather was hot, she was fanning herself non-stop with the fan in her hand.

"It's not easy for me as a business woman. Li Xiaoshu, you have to understand me. You still have to pay more for the room."

"I don't want you to pay more..."

The peasant girl named Li Xiaoshu hung her head and listened without saying anything.

The wound opened again and blood was gushing out. Gradually, Ning Rushong felt that the scene in front of him became blurred.

The lazy and lingering voice of the woman before she fainted was still intermittently reaching his ears.