Don't panic, nephew. I will take this pot of evil star.

Feng Xili sank into darkness, and then she felt herself swaying.

She tried hard to open her sore eyes, only to find a circle of people surrounding her bed.

"Your Majesty, the princess is awake and is fine for now." After taking the princess's pulse, the old imperial physician wiped his forehead and quietly left.

She glanced at Qi Zhaodi's gloomy face. Was he going to tie her up and threaten Mu Mu?

No, no, that was a dream.

She struggled to sit up, her head feeling heavy and her feet dizzy as she swayed a few times. The little palace maid beside her supported her.

"Why did you get up? Rest a little longer." Emperor Qi Zhao wished he could come over and help her. With a glance, Eunuch Fude cleared out all the palace maids and others around.

"Your Majesty, I just took a nap. Why are there so many people here?" She drank a sip of the lotus seed soup that the palace maid had just handed to her. It was warm and sweet, and her burning stomach felt much better instantly.

He snorted coldly, "Slept for a nap? You slept for three days without distinguishing between day and night. Do you call that sleeping for a nap?"

Slept for three days? I'm familiar with this.

When was the last time you slept for more than half a month?

Oh, yes! It was when Mu Mu was in danger while out.

Is the Goldfinger back? Is it that efficient?

If that's the case... She looked up at Emperor Qi Zhao. That woman must be very important to His Majesty. Who is she?

He seemed to call her "Yin'er?"

"If you're still in good spirits, go see the Ninth Prince. You were unconscious for three days, and he was secretly watching over you for three days."

Emperor Qi Zhao was standing behind the screen. Although the boy didn't show up, he knew everything clearly.

After saying that, he left with a relaxed look.

Feng Xili felt a tightness in her heart. She had secretly hidden some medicinal powder before and wanted to give it another try. Unexpectedly, the effect was surprisingly good, except that it made her a little sleepy. Now it seems that the impact is not that big. Has she adapted to it?

She lay in bed for three days without eating or drinking, and she laughed at herself, thinking that she was quite frugal.

"Princess, the food has been delivered from the imperial kitchen." The palace maid who had just come in neatly arranged a few plates of side dishes and carefully helped her to the table.

She ate absentmindedly, thinking about the poor woman. It was a mistake not to see her face clearly.

No, this matter must be investigated thoroughly. Mu Mu cannot be wrongly accused, and that woman cannot suffer such an undeserved disaster.

"Is my carriage still there?" She took two quick bites and looked up to ask the palace maid beside her.

"Your Majesty has prepared a carriage for you." The maid replied respectfully.

She looked at the imperial palace compound that was gradually getting farther away, and her depressed mood gradually improved.

Prime Minister's House.

Ever since she was named Princess Liyou, every time she saw the Prime Minister's wife, she felt that the look in her eyes was very strange. Fortunately, her father and Tianxu still treated her as before.

She felt sad, but didn't want to delve into it. Her father had previously said he wanted to move her to a bigger yard, but she had refused, not wanting to be seen as spoiled.

Besides, I've lived there for so long that I've developed feelings for it. It's quiet and elegant, with Lai Xiang, Lai Ye, Xia Feng and Kang Jue. That's enough.

After she returned home, she paid her respects to the Prime Minister and his wife as usual. Feng Linshang looked very pleased, but Ning Nianqiao remained indifferent. She had heard that she had found a few young talents for her, but now there was no movement, which was also good.

She hurried back to her Lanshang Garden, and as soon as she stepped through the gate, she shouted, "Xia Feng!"

"Girl." The voice suddenly came from behind her, and she was used to it.

"Is Mu Mu here?" she asked.

Xia Feng glanced at the side and replied in a low voice: "The master hasn't returned yet."

She bit her lip and said, "I want to see him."

"I'll go right away." Xia Feng turned and left.

Mu Mu was still angry? She felt a little guilty and unsure if he would still want to see her.

Even when the cold wind blew in through the window again, she still hadn't received any notification from Xia Feng.

She sighed, put on a cloak and turned into Prince Zixiang's palace.

Lai Xiang Lai Ye had been listening to sighs all night, and now he saw the young lady walking into the palace next door on her own, with surprise and relief in her eyes.

The young lady finally stopped hiding the secret from them. They looked at each other, saw the sparkling eyes in each other's eyes, and both smiled.

She walked to the door of the study where Mu Mu often stayed. The furnishings inside were still the same, but the figure from before was gone.

She sat alone on the steps again, looking at the bright moon in the sky. The moonlight was not good tonight, and it was dim.

She rested her chin on one hand and played with the loops of fur around her cape with the other.

Perhaps because she had slept too much for three days, she looked at the bright moon in the sky. She knew it was already late at night, but she still didn't feel sleepy at all.

It’s so sad that Mu Mu still doesn’t want to see her.

An inexplicable sadness came over her, and she slowly stood up and walked to the big tree in the yard.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't have let go of your hand so easily. Can you come out and see me?"

The warm breath appears and disappears from time to time, but it is always so ethereal that it cannot be seen or grasped.

She sneezed unconsciously and gathered the edge of her cloak.

The next moment, a fiery breath surrounded me, and my back felt scorching hot.

The stagnant lake in her heart suddenly surged. She smiled resignedly, but suddenly felt extremely wronged that Mu Mu had made her wait for so long.

Without saying a word, she turned around and buried herself in his arms. There was still that faint scent of agarwood. She sniffed it greedily and couldn't help but wet her eyes.

Who knew that once this valve was opened, it could never be closed. At first, she could still rub against his collar secretly, but later it became extremely difficult for her to bear it, and soon she started to hiccup uncontrollably.

Mu Lanxun knew it the moment she entered here, but she held her breath and hid herself.

Watching her sitting alone on the steps, watching her staring at the moon in the sky foolishly, watching her shiver slightly, his mind kept churning over the moment when she resolutely pulled away from him.

She was clearly identical to that "sister," but he just felt they were different. The playful tone of her voice when she called him "Mumu," the amazement in her eyes when she looked at him, the worry when she desperately rushed towards him...

He couldn't control his own emotions, nor could he influence her decision.

He could only tighten the cloak at hand. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard her sobbing softly. His whole body froze, and he was overwhelmed by the overwhelming regret.

"elder sister……"

"Xi'er, I want to hear you call me Xi'er." He shuddered when a muffled sound came from his arms. He smiled bitterly and said, "It was you who asked me to call you sister, and it was also you who asked me to call you Xi'er..."

Hearing this, she suddenly looked up and looked at him with a wronged look: "I want to hear it, can you shout?"