Shengjing Noble

"My sister-in-law is a princess. You wouldn't be reluctant to give up even two bracelets, right?" Lu Sisi said sarcastically.

Yan Qing smiled and said, "It's not that I don't want to give them up. I bought this pair of bracelets for fun when I first came to Beijing. They are not worth much. I'm afraid it would be too rude of a gift to give them to you."

"It's disrespectful!"

"Don't neglect!"

Lu Sisi and Lu Chengjie said almost in unison, staring at her with greed.

"Ah, okay."

Luo Qinghuan sighed, and had to take off the bracelet with an unhappy look on his face and let Zhenzhu pass it over.

The brother and sister quickly took it with smiles on their faces.

"Thank you sister-in-law."

Yan Qing laughed and said, "They are just worthless little things, please don't despise them."

“Don’t mind, don’t mind!” The two of them were overjoyed and happily held the bracelets and looked at them again and again.

Huairou looked at the money-obsessed faces of the two men and pinched her arm to hold back her laughter.

Her master was so mean. That bracelet was not made of glass at all. It was clearly an imitation made from two pieces of stone picked up in Peking.

Normally, she and Ziyu wore them for fun, but last night Yan Qinghuan exchanged them for a pair of jade bracelets.

I was wondering why her master wore it, but now I understand everything.

At this time, Chen had just returned after settling Lu Cheng'an. She wanted to teach Yan Qinghuan a lesson, but as soon as she entered the room, she saw her two children laughing so hard that they were shaking with laughter.

When she walked into the room and saw the pair of glass bracelets, her eyes lit up and all her anger was suppressed.

She forced herself to smile, looking completely different from the shrew she had just been.

"Qing Huan, Cheng An was sick just now, and I said those words in a hurry. Please don't take it to heart."

Yan Qinghuan ignored her hypocrisy and asked, "How is Lu Chengan?"

"The doctor will be here soon, and everything should be fine. Do you want to go see him?" Chen Ruyu asked.

Yan Qinghuan said indifferently: "I am a little tired so I won't join in the fun. Zhenzhu, you stay and take good care of Cheng'an for me. Huairou, let's go."

After saying that, regardless of Chen's dissuasion, she turned around and left without looking back.

……

The next day.

More than thirty guards surrounded the courtyard of Linglong Pavilion, and Chen tried to go in and provoke them several times but was stopped outside.

Zi Yu said that Lu Cheng'an had eaten something bad and was weak, so he was not suitable for the wedding night recently. This saved her a lot of trouble.

After breakfast, Huaicheng walked in from outside.

"Master, the Junior Official of the Dali Temple, Lord Yang Chen requests to see you."

Yan Qinghuan was half leaning on the beauty couch, holding a medical book between her slender fingers. She slowly raised her eyes after hearing the words, her long and thick eyelashes trembling slightly, revealing a gleam of brilliance.

After a brief thought, she opened her red lips and said, "Please ask him to come in."

"Yes!"

Huaicheng responded, turned around and walked quickly outside, and soon led a man into the main hall.

Yang Chen bowed with both hands and said, "Your humble servant Yang Chen from the Dali Temple pays homage to Princess Chaoyang."

Yan Qinghuan raised his eyes to look at the man, who looked to be no more than 25 years old, and exuded a heroic aura.

"Young Master Yang, there's no need to be so polite." She stood up and put the medical book in her hand on the couch, and asked calmly, "Since you came here this morning, have you found out who was riding the horse?"

Yang Chen bowed his head and said, "Princess, please allow me to report. According to my investigation, this horse accidentally ate the Datura flower outside the city, which caused it to go crazy and crash into the princess's wedding sedan chair. However, I found two stones on the horse's legs. Perhaps someone broke the horse's legs when the mad horse crashed, saving the princess' life."

Upon hearing this, Yan Qinghuan looked surprised.

"Shizi? Do you know who did this?"

She thought she was lucky that the horse didn't hit her, but she didn't expect that someone was helping her in secret?

Yang Chen replied, "I checked the area around the incident site and found only one building within the shooting distance. I guess the man was standing on the roof of Zuixian Pavilion and shot the horse's leg off."

Hearing this, Yan Qinghuan felt confused.

Who is it and why should he help her?

It seems that the reason why she was not killed by the crazy horse in her previous life was because of this mysterious man who acted in secret.

But who is he?

Is it really just because you see injustice that you can silently help others from behind?

Could it be him?

In this capital, besides my grandfather's family, there is only one old acquaintance.

Prince Rui's Fu Siheng.

However, Fu Siheng hated the Yan family so much and wished she would die, so how could he possibly save her in secret?

Even if he put aside the past grudges and wanted to take action, how could a man who was poisoned by a cold and had disabled legs do it?

Suppressing the confusion in his heart, Yan Qinghuan dealt with Yang Chen for a few more words, then asked Zi Yu to see the guest off, and then called Huai Cheng over.

"What are your orders, Master?"

"Go investigate the masked man that Yang Chen mentioned. I want you to report his background in detail!"

"As ordered!"

Huaicheng responded, lowered his head and left the room.

Yan Qinghuan couldn't help but ponder it carefully, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

The capital city seems to be calm now, but the forces behind it are intertwined and undercurrents are surging!

Although the changes in the court had nothing to do with her as a princess, they were related to the Yan family far away in Peking.

In this life, she will try her best to protect Prince Yan's Mansion!

Thinking of this, Yan Qinghuan ordered: "Huairou, go to the Jiaofang Division to invite a musician."

"Yes."

……

into the night.

Yan Qinghuan stood alone on the roof, playing the flute in his hand towards the bright moon.

Even though I only learned it for one afternoon, the sound of the flute still rose up melodiously and flew into the misty Milky Way in the night sky.

The song "The Quail Flying" is sad yet generous, romantic yet lonely.

But, after the song ended, the night became quiet and no one appeared.

Yan Qinghuan sighed. It was obvious that she was too naive. There was no way that person was nearby monitoring her.

So he won't show up just for this song.

She put away her flute, turned around and jumped off the roof. Just as she pushed open the door and walked in, a strong wind suddenly blew and blew out the candle in the room.

The night is as dark as ink.

The powerful palm, without a trace of warmth, clamped Yan Qinghuan's neck almost instantly.

Pressed down by the tall black shadow, she leaned against the wall, struggling to breathe. She wanted to struggle but dared not to act rashly.

This man's martial arts skills are definitely better than hers. For safety reasons, it is better not to resist, otherwise you will die faster.

"The music is good."

The man's voice was low and hoarse, as if it was deliberately disguised. It was impossible to tell the truth in it, only that it was full of oppression.

Yan Qinghuan tried hard to keep calm.

She retorted, "What kind of man is he to attack a weak woman?"

"If Princess Chaoyang could withdraw those archers outside first, I would definitely be a good man."

His words made Yan Qinghuan's heart tighten.

She had deployed her troops very covertly, but she didn't expect that she would still be discovered by him.

Her eyes flickered as she shouted to the outside of the door, "Huaicheng, the county lord wants to rest. Let the archers withdraw."

"Yes, sir!" Huai Cheng responded, and then made a gesture to retreat.

The archers and guards who were ambushing in the yard immediately left the yard.

As the footsteps faded away, Yan Qinghuan asked, "Can you let go now?"

The man still held her down, his tone cold: "Then you have to let go of my pulse first."