Reborn, I was pursued by the Prince of the Broken Sleeves

She was very sleepy in the swaying carriage, but he stood beside her with a cold face, and the coldness emanating from him swept away her sleepiness.

She leaned against the wall of the carriage, dozing with her eyes closed.

Half an hour later, the carriage stopped at the gate of a villa.

The servant opened the door and Zhuiyun drove the carriage straight into the yard.

The courtyard is very large, shaded by green trees, and a carriage is parked in front of the house.

Ye Mo got off the car first, and Su Manman followed behind.

"Rest here for now. We'll go to the Dali Temple prison after dark."

"it is good."

Su Manman entered the house under the guidance of the maid.

The antique furniture and all the decorations are simple and plain.

After being helped by the maid and washing up, she threw back the quilt and went to sleep.

She slept until it was almost dark.

It was rare for her to sleep so long during the day, and she felt a little dizzy when she got up.

"My lady, dinner is ready, and His Highness is waiting in the front hall."

"it is good."

Su Manman tidied herself up and followed the maid to the front hall.

In the center of the huge front hall, a large round table was placed with various delicious dishes.

For the first time ever, he changed into a green brocade robe and tied his jet-black hair with a green jade crown.

Such a refreshing outfit is really eye-catching.

"Your Highness!" she called out.

"Come and sit!" He gestured to the seat next to him with his eyes.

Su Manman hesitated for a moment, then went over and sat down.

He glanced across the table and saw ten dishes in total.

Eight dishes and two soups.

Her eyes swept over the dishes one by one, and she couldn't help but be surprised.

These dishes were all arranged according to her preferences.

"Are you hungry?"

Seeing her stunned, he picked up his chopsticks and gave her a piece of braised pork, "Try it."

"Thank you, Your Highness." She held the bowl and respectfully took the piece of meat.

Pick it up with chopsticks and take a bite.

It is sweet but not greasy and melts in your mouth. It is really delicious.

"Well, the chef in His Royal Highness Prince Qi's mansion is really good. This braised pork is really authentic." She praised sincerely.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, "Try this Drunken Duck again."

He deliberately tore off a piece of duck wing and put it in her bowl.

Su Manman looked at the duck wings in the bowl, feeling a little dazed.

How did he know that she loved eating duck wings?

Could it be that he investigated her?

That’s not right!

She had only been back in the capital for half a month, and the people serving her were all her confidants, so it was impossible for them to reveal even a little bit of her preferences.

Is it a coincidence?

Su Manman picked up the duck wing and took a light bite.

It's crispy, spicy and fresh, just what she likes.

"Have another bowl of West Lake beef soup." He hurriedly served her a bowl and pushed it to her hand.

Su Manman put down her chopsticks, stared at him, and said seriously, "Your Highness, what are you doing?"

"Help you serve the food." He answered confidently.

"Why?" She frowned, puzzled. "Your Highness Prince Qi is so high and mighty, why would he serve food to an unfavored woman from a minister's family?"

"You were my savior,"

His expression remained calm, and he said, "You will have to make an antidote for me later. You will be my savior once again."

"You should treat your lifesaver with courtesy. How have I overstepped my bounds?"

"This..." According to what he said, it is indeed true.

There was nothing wrong in him treating her more kindly.

She was just overthinking it.

King Qi Yemo, the dignified god of war of the Daqian Kingdom, is secretly a homosexual.

All of this was said by the people closest to him, so how could it be wrong?

What's wrong with her today?

"Thank you, Your Highness." Letting go of her guard, she picked up the chopsticks, no longer as reserved as before.

I savored each dish carefully and praised it endlessly.

"It's delicious. These dishes are just to my taste. Thank you for your trouble, Your Highness."

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and while helping her set the dishes, he said, "From now on, my body will be left to you to take care of it, so you will naturally need to take even greater care of it."

The two smiled at each other, stopped talking, and concentrated on eating.

After the meal, it seemed like it was almost time.

The two of them got on the green-tent carriage and headed back.

More than half an hour later, the green-tent carriage stopped in an alley not far from the Dali Temple.

He took out a bundle from the secret compartment at the bottom of the carriage and handed it to her, "Change your clothes."

Su Manman opened the bundle, revealing a set of clothes for a young guard.

She is a girl, and it is not right for her to go to the Dali Temple prison late at night.

"Your Highness, please wait a moment."

Ye Mo lifted the curtain and got off the carriage first.

Su Manman took off her woman's gauze skirt and put on the guard's green brocade robe. She also let her hair down and tied it with a green ribbon.

After thinking for a while, she took out eyebrow ink from her bag, thickened her willow-leaf eyebrows, turning them into sword-shaped eyebrows, and painted shadows on the sides of her face, turning her fair face dark.

Ye Mo was waiting for her quietly outside the car.

Wu Xiaowen, who came later, came over and whispered, "Your Highness, in fact, you don't have to come in person to bring Miss Su to the Dali Temple prison."

"You're the only one who talks too much." He was disdainful to pay attention to him.

"Aren't I concerned about Your Highness?"

Wu Xiaowen waved his jade-handled fan, "Your Highness, have you forgotten the young man in the psychedelic forest?"

"Your Highness, you haven't mentioned him for a long time recently."

"Could it be that Your Highness has forgotten him and is no longer looking for him?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a young man bent over and jumped out.

Her face was dark and her eyebrows were a little thick, which wiped out the youthfulness and immaturity of a girl. When she stood there, she looked more handsome like a young man.

Ye Mo looked at her, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and a smile filled his eyes.

It turns out that this was her true appearance in the psychedelic forest five years ago.

"How about it?"

Su Manman deliberately lowered her voice, made it thicker, and turned around in place, "How do you like my outfit?"

Ye Mo nodded and said in a deep voice: "Very good, put on the veil."

He put it on her personally and whispered, "Wang Er is a dangerous man. Don't get too close to him."

"You are weak, and the prison is cold and gloomy. Please be brief and concise in your questions. Don't waste too much time."

"Okay." Su Manman agreed.

Wu Xiaowen watched Ye Mo skillfully tie the veil strap for her, and his mouth opened in surprise, so wide that a big egg could fit in it.

"She is actually... is..."

"It's you!" He pointed at Su Manman and blurted out.

The person who picked up the gunpowder and sacrificed his life to save His Highness in the rainstorm.

He had always been curious about the young man Lang, who appeared like a flash in the pan and disappeared without a trace after escaping from the bottom of the cliff.

His Highness clearly cared about him, but he never mentioned him in front of them.

No one was ever sent to search for him.

It turned out that he was Miss Su.

No wonder, when His Highness came out from the bottom of the cliff that day, he did not return to Prince Qi's Mansion, but insisted on returning to Baiyun Temple.

Because Miss Su is in Baiyun Temple.

"It's me!" Su Manman admitted frankly.

"Is it really you?"

Wu Xiaowen said in disbelief, "I didn't expect that the frail Miss Su would actually be so skilled in martial arts?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but move closer to her.

But he was blocked by the people next to him.