The poisonous concubine is very arrogant, making the crippled king blush and his heart beat fast

Jiang Mengli had a shy dream. In the dream, she and Wen Mohan went to Wushan Mountain to make love. It was a wonderful and joyful experience...

"Miss, wake up quickly." Lingqiao nudged her in front of the bed. "The Peony Garden is open today, and the Queen is hosting a flower viewing banquet."

Jiang Mengli opened her eyes in a daze and found herself in her own bed.

Hey... weren't we on the grass just now?

"Ah...it was just a dream..." She rubbed her brows and got up lazily. "I wish I could sleep a little longer. I'm almost having a baby."

She cleverly brought out a lavender skirt and put it on her. "This servant can't understand what you are saying. You'd better wash up quickly. The prince is waiting for you."

At this time, Wen Mohan was already in the carriage, glancing at the mansion gate from time to time. Opposite him sat Wen Jinping, who didn't say a word.

Wen Mohan was wearing a light purple brocade robe that made him look very noble. He had a jade crown on his hair and a purple headband hanging on his ears. An oval emerald was inlaid on his purple headband, and the edge was inlaid with rice beads.

He has a cold and noble temperament, is aloof and indifferent, and it is difficult for people to get close to him.

"Yun Jian, let's go." He withdrew his gaze expressionlessly, with a hint of impatience in his tone.

Hearing this, Wen Jinping asked in confusion, "Uncle Prince Yu, shouldn't we wait for her? Why don't I ask Lian'er to go and take a look?"

As soon as the words fell, the man retorted coldly, "No need, she can go or not! I'll send you back to the Princess's Mansion after the banquet. Living in Prince Yu's Mansion is not a long-term solution."

I went to the palace to attend court before dawn today. The emperor was very dissatisfied with Wen Jinping living here.

Moreover, this flower-viewing banquet was also intended to select a son-in-law for Wen Jinping.

"You want...you want to send me back to the Princess's Mansion?" She felt inexplicably panicked, her eyes even reddening. "Uncle Yu, can you not send me back? I'm scared."

Wen Mohan frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "This is not what I meant. It was your father who proposed it this morning. You are the emperor's biological daughter. It is not appropriate for you to live with me."

Yun Jian had already driven the carriage to the peony garden. Wen Jinping looked outside with tears in her eyes, feeling confused.

The peony garden is not inside the imperial palace, but is located about two miles east of the palace.

The carriage had just gone a short distance when Jiang Mengli walked out of the mansion in a graceful manner. She looked gentle and elegant without saying a word, and was very charming.

She looked at the departing carriage and said angrily, "Damn it! How could they do this? They must be holding a grudge against us from last night!"

Lingqiao was a little distressed, "Then what should we do? Why not prepare another carriage?"

Jiang Mengli thought about it and refused decisively, "No, eight out of ten people in there are monsters. It's better to arrive later."

She set out on foot with Lingqiao and two followers.

The air is good in the morning and I feel refreshed just walking on the road.

From time to time, carriages passed by on the road, mostly heading towards the imperial palace.

Soon, a carriage stopped in front of her. The curtain was lifted by a white fan, revealing a somewhat familiar face.

The man smiled elegantly and said in a gentle voice, "Miss Jiang, we meet again."

Jiang Mengli looked up and squinted his eyes, puzzled, "Do we know each other?"

The face looks familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen it.

Mo Yunchen smiled helplessly, "You are so forgetful. You saved me when I was in the bandit's lair. I am the scholar Mo Yunchen who was rescued from the mountain by you."

After his reminder, Jiang Mengli finally remembered, "Oh, it's you, hello."

After saying that, he continued walking forward, with no intention of continuing the conversation.

Mo Yunchen immediately got off the carriage and followed her. "I'm not very familiar with the capital. Miss Jiang, could you introduce it to me?"

Today he was wearing a crescent-colored brocade robe, holding a white fan in his hand, and his black hair was pinned behind his head with a black hairpin, looking very elegant.

His temperament is handsome and gentle, very friendly, with a slight smile on the corners of his mouth, giving people the illusion that he is easy to get along with, as if the words "I am a good person" are written on his face, and he is non-aggressive.

He gives people the feeling of warm sunshine, while Wen Mohan gives people the feeling of cold ice.

But in Jiang Mengli's eyes, that piece of ice was more beautiful. It was a beautiful piece of ice that had been carefully carved.

Jiang Mengli glanced around awkwardly and said, "You're putting me in a difficult position. I'm not a tour guide, so I don't know how to introduce it. Anyway, it's just streets and houses."

"Aren't you here to visit your relatives? You can ask your relatives to show you around. If you're not familiar with it once, try going around a few times and you'll get used to it slowly."

Mo Yunchen nodded and said, "That makes sense. Where are you going? I'll take you there in a carriage."

The carriage was still following slowly behind him and did not leave.

Jiang Mengli glanced back and declined his kindness. "I am a married woman. It is not appropriate for me to ride in a carriage with a man from outside the family. Thank you for your kindness."

With so many people coming and going, it is inevitable to meet acquaintances.

If she were seen riding in a carriage with a man from another country, there would probably be a lot of unfriendly public opinion.

It is better to have less trouble than more, so it is better to keep your distance.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mengli pulled Lingqiao and quickened his pace.

What bothered her was that the man took advantage of his long legs and caught up with her in just a few steps.

Mo Yunchen said softly, "Miss Jiang, please wait a moment."

Jiang Mengli paused and said helplessly, "Oh, Mr. Mo, please don't follow me. I have something important to do right now."

The tone was a bit harsh. Mo Yunchen paused, his eyes full of apology, "I'm sorry, I...I didn't mean to pester you."

The tone even sounded a little aggrieved.

He picked up the handkerchief and handed it to Jiang Mengli. "You dropped your handkerchief. You are my savior. I approached you just thinking about how to thank you."

Jiang Mengli: “…” speechless.

It turned out that the handkerchief fell off, and it seemed that he was wronged.

Thinking about the tone I used just now, I suddenly felt a little guilty.

cough cough...

She cleared her throat and took the handkerchief. "Thank you. My tone was a bit harsh just now. Please don't take it to heart."

A carriage stopped in front, and a pair of cold and handsome eyes stared at Jiang Mengli's back.

Lin Moer stood beside the carriage, chattering non-stop, "Your Highness Prince Yu, I saw them clearly when I passed by them. They have a special relationship and seem particularly close."

"They were walking and chatting, and they were full of affection. Look, she even gave the man a handkerchief. It seems that Jiang Mengli is a fickle woman who changes her mind at any time..."

Before he finished speaking, the carriage had already left.

Lin Moer's words stopped abruptly, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: Humph! Damn Jiang Mengli, let's see how you end this time!

At this time, Mo Yunchen was still chatting with a smile, "If I don't do something for someone who has done me a favor, I will always feel indebted. So, if Miss Jiang needs any help, please let me know."

Suddenly, Wen Mohan appeared in front of him and looked at Mo Yunchen coldly, "Mind your own business!"

He then pulled Jiang Mengli into his arms, and then kicked Mo Yunchen out with a "bang".

Ah... bang!

Mo Yunchen fell to the ground, clutching his chest and spitting out blood: Damn it, he actually came up and kicked me without any defense. No... his leg...

Wen Mohan's expression was icy cold, and he stared at him fiercely, "My woman doesn't need help from other men, stay away from me!"