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

"My lord, it has been confirmed that it is the fifth princess Mu Lingyin." A masked man wrapped in black with only a pair of eyes exposed knelt in front of a screen and replied respectfully to the figure on the other side of the screen.

"Oh? That little transparent guy is not simple, quite interesting." The figure on the other side of the screen spoke briskly. It was hard to tell whether the voice was male or female, but it made people feel a chill in their feet.

"Send someone to talk to her. If she doesn't want to, you know how to arrange it." The figure threw out a wooden sign, which was caught steadily by the masked man.

"Yes!"

The figure behind the screen touched his chin. Those two people didn't seem to pose much threat, but it would be better if they became dead. Let's start with Xiaojiu.

After hearing the news, Mu Lingyin in the inn finally let go of her worries. After all, she was destined to marry a foreign prince. The emperor of Shangli Kingdom was much better than the leader of the barbarians. Now her mother should be better off.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she recalled what Mu Lanxun had said to her when she first arrived in Ya'an City.

He finally confirmed that his ninth brother had no ill will towards him, and that he had even helped him.

She was originally a little curious. Her marriage to a barbarian was about to be put on the agenda, so why was she arranged to come to Shangli first?

Half a month ago, Mu Lingyin had just arrived at her own courtyard and had not had time to change her clothes when she was told that the ninth prince Mu Lanxun was coming to visit.

The ninth prince? She was puzzled. She had not had much contact with this prince, and only had a vague impression of him. When he was a child, he didn't like to talk much, and only when he saw his mother did he show some childish innocence.

"Let him in." Mu Lingyin stood up and walked to the outer room, straightening her clothes.

"Royal sister, have you been well these past few years?" Mu Lanxun walked in and bowed.

She looked at the handsome boy in front of her, and a little boy of six or seven years old suddenly appeared in her mind, happily chasing a kite in the sky behind her.

The boy is now sixteen years old, and ten full years have passed.

"Ninth brother has grown so tall that I can hardly recognize him." She smiled sincerely. When they were young, they didn't have so many thoughts. They were really happy at that time.

He looked at the smile of the woman opposite him, which was natural and sincere, with a gentle temperament.

This imperial sister is not as cunning as others and is much easier to get along with. Unlike Princess Yihe, she is spoiled and domineering and annoying just by looking at her.

The two sat down and reminisced about the past, talking about some childhood memories. Mu Lingyin felt sad, thinking that her ninth brother had been sent here at such a young age, and he must have suffered a lot.

Mu Lanxun noticed the heartache that flashed in her eyes, and felt a little comforted in his heart.

"Royal sister, take a look at this." He took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to her.

"This is it!!" She looked at the portrait in her hand and felt that the person in the portrait was very familiar.

She looked up at him, and he gestured for her to look at the lower right corner of the portrait.

There was a line of small words there: Recruitment starts on October 10, the tenth year, peace and tranquility.

peaceful?

She frowned in thought, and something seemed to flash through her mind.

"Did your Highness notice anything wrong?" He took a sip of tea and asked her casually.

"The name An Ning sounds familiar to me." She frowned, feeling that she would remember it immediately.

"The imperial sister is about 70% similar to her." Mu Lanxun reminded her, and she suddenly understood.

"Yes, she looks very similar to my aunt." She exclaimed in surprise, and then continued, "My mother has a sister who also gave birth to a daughter. She must be her!"

"My mother and my aunt look quite different. I heard my mother say that she looks like my grandfather, while my aunt looks like my grandmother."

So, the imperial sister and Concubine An are cousins?

"I remember now. I came here with my mother when I was young, about five or six years old?" She raised her head slightly, thinking hard.

Hmm? Been here before?

Mu Lanxun was stunned. Concubine An was Emperor Qi Zhao's white moonlight, and they looked so similar...

He immediately had a bold guess, but, could it be such a coincidence?

"Royal sister, listen to me..." He moved a little closer and told her all his guesses, giving her the opportunity to reveal some clues to Emperor Qi Zhao, and someone would help her find out what happened next.

Now, Emperor Qi Zhao only left her behind, and he must have understood everything clearly.

Mu Lingyin stroked the imperial edict of enthronement and felt that all this was like a dream.

"Princess, His Majesty invites you to the palace." The maid beside her received a notice from the eunuch at the door and hurried to pass on the message.

She smiled silently, "Change your clothes."

In an exquisite courtyard not far from Mu Lingyin, the passing maids and servants all walked by with their heads lowered, as if they were a gust of wind, for fear of being stopped by the femme fatale in the courtyard and causing trouble.

"You! Go call Mu Lingyin from next door and tell her I made a new dish of powdered tofu and invite her to try it."

Princess Yihe in the courtyard casually gave instructions to a maid in the courtyard, regardless of whether she had been assigned other tasks.

The nanny stepped forward and knelt, then respectfully replied, "Princess, the Fifth Princess was summoned to the palace by Emperor Qi Zhao and has just left."

What? Summoned to the palace?

This shameless, vixen-like bitch, why doesn't she go marry the barbarians instead of coming to Shangli to join in the fun?

Originally, there were two princesses in their group who were too young. Although the second princess was beautiful, she was of low status. But what did Mu Lingyin have?

She is not as beautiful as the second princess, her status is not as noble as her own, and she doesn't even have a title. How could she win the favor of Emperor Qi Zhao?

It must be that Her Majesty didn't see clearly. After all, we only met a few times. Since she went to the palace, I can go too.

"Come here, get dressed and put on makeup. I want to go to the palace to meet His Majesty." She glanced at him coldly. The person next to her shuddered and quickly helped her into the inner room.

After a while, a "pop!" sound was heard. "Be gentle! Do you want to pull my hair out?"

"Do you know how to do it? What's this painting about? Get out! Change someone else!" The sound of porcelain breaking was accompanied by shouting, and then a maid ran out with her face covered.

The chaotic commotion here soon spread throughout the entire inn. As soon as Mu Lanxun stepped into the door of the inn, the people around him couldn't wait to report to him.

That princess was so difficult to deal with. She would beat and scold them at any time and didn't treat them, the servants, as human beings at all.

He frowned, a trace of disgust flashing in his eyes. How did such a brainless vase grow up?

"Where is my royal brother?" he turned his head and asked.

"The Third Prince hired the chef from Zui Xiang Lou at a high salary. He's busy in his kitchen right now. The Second Prince went there early in the morning..."

The servant had a bitter face and didn't dare to say it clearly.

He closed his eyes when he heard that. These two royal brothers, one is greedy and the other is lustful, really show their true colors all the time.

"Let's go and see that person first." He walked inside. After all, they were from the Chu State. If the Fourth Princess was too harsh on him, it would not be good for the reputation of the Chu State.

As soon as he entered the door, a sharp blade flashing with cold light came "whoosh!" and Mu Lanxun's face tightened.

There are assassins?