After the marriage, the abstinent prince turned me on

"Killed?" Xie Mishuang's slender fingers tightly grasped the handkerchief, and the fingertips were bluish-white.

"Yes, yes..." The little maid was so scared that she couldn't speak clearly. She secretly looked up at Xie Mishuang's face and then continued timidly.

Xie Mishuang felt a chill in his heart. For the sake of An Zixin, who had just entered the mansion, they would rather die than throw this dirty water on her head. It can be seen that the master behind them is ruthless and decisive, and will not easily leave him any handle.

Who is it? The Empress Dowager? Consort Wen?

Xie Mishuang thought about it and felt that it was unlikely.

Although the Queen Mother hated her for not following royal rules, she would not easily shake her position.

Although Concubine Wen also hoped that she would have a hard time, she would only do it if it would affect the prince's conspiracy.

Shang Qiu Shui and Ouyang Yongan were too young to think of this.

In the end, only Xie Chuxue was left.

But she probably can't even take care of herself now, so how could she extend her hand to the Prince's Mansion?

In the end, there is no answer to this question. If you can't figure it out, then don't think about it. There will be no evidence. It doesn't matter what Ouyang Jing thinks of her. Just stay away from that woman in the future.

Xie Mishuang turned and entered Mr. Li's medicine room.

Three or four days passed. Xie Mishuang read medical books during the day, took care of the courtyards in the mansion, and occasionally went to see the new medicine developed by Mr. Li. His life was peaceful and fulfilling.

Ouyang Jing didn't go back to his room to sleep these days because Xie Mishuang locked the door every night.

Ouyang Jing knew that Xie Mishuang was angry and didn't want to force her, so he stayed in the study.

When Anxiang Pavilion learned that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had not visited Xie Mishuang in the past few days, they were secretly happy, so they made ginseng soup by themselves and walked towards Ouyang Jing's study.

An Zixin was wearing a plain white long dress, and her long black hair was tied up with a white jade hairpin. She was elegant and refined, and I felt pity for her.

Although Zhang Hu, who was guarding the door, was not often in the mansion, he knew the rumors from a few days ago that this Miss An had given birth to His Highness's eldest son.

Although she was not of high status, her position was relatively high, and she was also someone that the Empress had specifically ordered to be settled in the Prince's residence. Therefore, Zhang Hu did not bother to stop her. He politely stepped aside and whispered, "Miss An, please."

An Zixin smiled at him gratefully, walked to the door with the ginseng soup, and knocked gently.

"Boom boom boom——"

The knock on the door startled Ouyang Jing who was buried in official documents. He frowned slightly, thinking that Xie Mishuang was finally willing to see him. He quickly put down the wolf hair brush in his hand, stood up, walked quickly to the door, and opened it.

When Ouyang Jing saw that it was An Zixin, a hint of disappointment flashed across his eyes. He then returned to his usual cold demeanor and asked impatiently, "What are you doing here?"

The color drained from An Zixin's face instantly, and her fingers holding the ginseng soup trembled slightly. She bit her lower lip and said softly, "I heard that Your Highness has been handling government affairs for several days and hasn't had a good rest, so I specially made a bowl of ginseng soup to show my appreciation and to express my gratitude for taking us in."

Ouyang Jing's expression was indifferent, and he showed no emotion at all during the first half of the conversation. However, when he heard the words "mother and son", his expression softened slightly. He turned sideways and gestured to Zhang Hu, "Bring it in."

Zhang Hu immediately stepped forward, took the ginseng soup from An Zixin's hand, and placed it respectfully on the desk.

Ouyang Jing closed the door, isolating An Zixin outside and not letting her in.

A trace of embarrassment and grievance flashed across An Zixin's face. She didn't understand why he accepted her ginseng soup but was still so cold to her?

Zhang Hu saw this and quickly stepped forward to comfort her, "Miss An, our Crown Prince has always been like this. He wouldn't drink the ginseng soup made by other women. If he drinks the one you gave him, then he's definitely treating you well."

A smile appeared on An Zixin's face.

So that's how it is. I met the prince when I was a child, and he was indeed a rather cold person.

They might just be unfamiliar with each other now, and if she comes a few more times, maybe things will get better.

A glimmer of hope ignited in An Zixin's heart, and he walked towards Anxiang Pavilion with light steps.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the fork in the road, he saw Xie Mishuang walking towards him.

Xie Mishuang was wearing a light pink dress today, with her long black hair tied up with a white jade hairpin. She looked elegant and refined, like a lotus bud about to bloom.

Although An Zixin was jealous, she still followed the rules and bowed slightly, "Crown Princess."

She wanted to wait for Xie Mishuang to ask her what she had been doing, and then "casually" mention that she had gone to deliver ginseng soup to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

As a result, Xie Mishuang just glanced at her lightly and walked straight past her.

The smile on An Zixin's face froze, and he felt angry.

Let you be proud for a while!

Wait until she becomes the Crown Princess, and see how arrogant she can still be!

Two days later, it was the first of the month, the day to move into the mansion.

Qing He and others prepared everything early in the morning, and Li Zhong and Zhang Hu also prepared Ouyang Jing's things.

Xie Mishuang stood in the yard, watching the servants coming and going, and felt a little bit of anticipation in his heart.

Moving to the Prince's Mansion means that she will have more freedom.

As soon as I walked out, I saw Ouyang Jing at the door.

He was wearing a black brocade robe today with a white jade belt around his waist, which made him look even taller and more handsome.

However, Xie Mishuang discovered that Ouyang Jing's face looked a little haggard, with a faint blue shadow under his eye sockets, as if he had not had a good rest in the past few days.

"Your Highness..." Xie Mishuang called softly, feeling a little distressed.

Ouyang Jing looked at Xie Mishuang with bloodshot eyes.

He hadn't seen her for a few days and he missed her so much that he almost went crazy. How could this woman be so calm?

Xie Mishuang felt a little uncomfortable when he looked at her. She avoided his gaze and didn't dare to look him in the eye.

Ouyang Jing was about to speak when a gentle voice suddenly rang out: "Your Highness, the baby misses you!"

An Zixin walked over holding a delicate little boy with a gentle smile on her face.

The little boy had two pigtails on his head, and on his chubby little face, a pair of big black eyes were looking at Ouyang Jing curiously.

"Uncle Prince, give me a hug!" The little boy immediately stretched out his hands and said in a baby voice when he saw Ouyang Jing.

Ouyang Jing's heart melted instantly, and he quickly picked up the little boy.

"Good boy, do you miss your uncle?" Ouyang Jing rubbed the little boy's cheek affectionately, his tone unspeakably gentle.

The little boy giggled, stretched out his chubby little hands, hugged Ouyang Jing's neck, and said in a baby voice: "I miss you! I miss my uncle the most!"

Seeing this, An Zixin quickly came forward, gently rubbed the child's hair, and said softly, "Baby is so good."

The three of them standing together looked like a family of three, which made Xie Mi's eyes hurt.

Uncle Prince?

Xie Mishuang sneered in his heart. It seemed that Ouyang Jing had not yet recognized this child.

That’s right, after all, she, the Crown Princess, is still here, maybe he is concerned about her face?