After the death of the previous emperor, the Empress Dowager became arrogant

"Okay Zhuzhu, since this is just a misunderstanding, let's just forget about it. Otherwise, what are you going to ask the prince to do?" Mo Si lowered his head and coaxed Mo Zhuzhu.

Originally Mo Zhuzhu was not happy because the wound on her stomach had not healed yet.

But when she mentioned Wen Beixu, she suddenly understood.

When she marries Brother Beixu in the future, won’t she have the final say on what she wants to do?

Hongyu took the medicine bottle from Yuanqing and walked to Mo Zhuzhu and presented it to her. "This is a gift from my queen to Miss Mo as an apology. It will be gone in three days after application. If you are worried, you can ask the imperial physician to check it before using it."

"Thank you, Her Majesty, for the medicine." Without waiting for Mo Zhuzhu to answer, Mo Si spoke first.

Since her father had said so, Mo Zhuzhu had no choice but to agree reluctantly.

Mo Si smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into slits.

He has a big face, small eyes, and a full beard on his cheeks. He is really not that good-looking.

But the baby Mo Zhuzhu was born with an oval face, deep eye sockets, three-dimensional facial features, and a height of nearly 1.7 meters.

Except for her hair color which was that of the Yuan Dynasty people, her other features made her look like a beautiful little foreign beauty.

She suddenly thought of a southern country next to the north city, which seemed to look similar to this.

Oh my god...

If Madam Mo is a genuine Yuan Dynasty person, then Mo Zhuzhu...

Her mind has now automatically imagined the eighty-episode series of family ethics tragedies in which she runs away and he chases her, and he loves and hates her.

No, I can’t think about it any more. The more I think about it, the more biased I become.

"When the war is over, Your Majesty and Her Majesty the Dowager are invited to come to North City. I will treat them with courtesy." Mo Si raised his glass and said.

"Sure." Yuan Qing and Wen Chengyu raised their glasses in response at the same time.

When they go to North City in the future, it will definitely have a completely new look.

Thinking about Yuan Yi's injuries, after the matter was resolved, Yuan Qing bid farewell to Wen Chengyu and hurriedly left the palace.

Yuan Yi was waiting outside the palace with the carriage. He was relieved to see his master leave the palace safely.

"Master, do you want to go back immediately?"

"No need. Let's go buy something for Xiao An in the city first. He's been thinking about it for a long time." Yuan Qing said with a smile and stepped on the tiptoes to get into the car.

"Wait, Qing'er, I have something to tell you!" Someone called her from behind.

Yuan Qing looked back and found that it was Wen Beixu, that useless scumbag.

I didn't say a word in the hall just now, and I forgot that he existed.

"Don't pay attention to it." Yuan Qing lowered the curtain and instructed Yuan Yi.

"You are not Yuan Qingqing at all!"

Seeing that the carriage was about to leave, Wen Beixu shouted at her anxiously, causing everyone at the palace gate to look at her.

Yuan Qing was shocked.

No one except Roudun'er would know that she was not the original owner.

The original owner didn't even remember what he looked like, so how could Wen Beixu possibly recognize him?

Yuan Qing lifted the curtain of the carriage and asked coldly, "Is your behavior beneath your dignity?"

She was gambling that Wen Beixu was just anxious for the moment and there was no definite evidence to prove that she was not the original owner.

"Qing'er, I'm not..." Wen Beixu was also anxious and subconsciously said what was in his mind.

Yuan Qing also saw that he was not very sure, so he felt relieved.

However, some things need to be made clear to him in advance, otherwise it will be a trouble later.

"Lu's Teahouse, I hope the prince can give me an explanation." Yuan Qing sat back in the carriage and left these words.

Wen Beixu also wanted to have a good talk with her, so he got up and followed the carriage to the teahouse to meet her.

When he arrived, Yuan Qing had already ordered a pot of good tea and was sitting there drinking it leisurely.

In fact, Wen Beixu had only met the original owner once secretly in the backyard of the prime minister's mansion.

The original owner at that time was plagued by illness for many years, so his mental outlook was naturally different.

"Your Highness, what exactly do you want to say?" Yuan Qing took a sip of tea, "You're saying I'm not Yuan Qingqing?

It's funny, Your Majesty, on what basis do you make this judgment, or what identity do you have to point fingers at me?"

The scumbag prince should just stir up emotions instead of acting as if it really happened and forcing her to lose her temper and curse on the spot.

"I..." Wen Beixu was speechless.

He was indeed a little impulsive.

“Don’t say that there has never been anything between me and Your Majesty. Even if there has been anything, does Your Majesty want me to go against secular ethics and get entangled with you, and be criticized and cursed by the people of the world?

What? Your Highness, do you still want me to abandon my status and follow you?

What do I want? Is it for the little love that the prince has squeezed out of his heart, or for you to take the trouble to leave me a status as a woman in the backyard of the prince's mansion?"

Regarding his plot against the Yuan Mansion, it is not possible to make it clear yet.

Just bear with it a little longer...

Yuan Qing took a deep breath and said, "Your Highness, do you think that after a person dies once, he can still be as naive as before?"

She looked stunned and looked out the window, remembering the little girl she saw at that time.

They snuggled up to each other and talked a lot that day.

She said, I don’t blame anyone, this is my fate.

She said, I knew that this day would come. With that prophecy, even if it wasn't an imperial decree, the late emperor would never allow the daughter of the prime minister's family to marry into another family, so I had already prepared to marry into a poor family or to live a secluded life...

What a insightful and pathetic girl.

"So, my lord, please be careful and behave yourself in the future. That's it." Yuan Qing brushed off his robe, stood up and saluted Wen Beixu, "You can be your North City War King, and I will be my deep palace concubine.

From now on, everyone will return to their respective places and have nothing to do with each other. "

After all, walk away.

After going downstairs, Yuan Qing thought secretly.

I don't know if I have explained it clearly to him?

She also hoped that he would stop interfering in her world. The original owner had nothing to do with him, and she didn't want to have anything to do with him.

Although it doesn't matter on the surface, the revenge that should be taken still needs to be taken.

I just hope he would quiet down and stop doing anything weird.

Otherwise, some gossipers in the capital would spread the news, saying that a certain concubine and a certain prince had a secret relationship before entering the palace...

This is all good.

If some tainted version of the secret meeting were to get out, she wouldn't be able to explain it even if she had ten thousand mouths.

The fate that awaits her may be: being dragged out, beaten to death, beheaded, or the extermination of her entire clan!

Can this be called love?

Pooh!

He is definitely a mortal enemy from the underworld who is willing to kill your entire family.

After getting on the carriage, Yuan Qing slowly breathed a sigh of relief and asked through the curtain: "By the way, I forgot to ask you just now, how is your injury?"

Yuan Yi was stunned for a moment, then realized that his master was asking him, and quickly replied: "There is still a lot of medicine left from last time, it's no problem now."

"That's good."

The carriage moved slowly along the street.

Roudun'er, who had disappeared for a long time, suddenly appeared in the carriage. Hongyu was stunned. She looked at the white fluffy system and asked, "My lady, what is this?"

She tried to reach out and touch it, but was scared back by Roudun'er's bared teeth.

[Except for the host, no other mortal can touch a hair of mine! ]