Let's just drift through life together in this quick transmigration story.

The palace servants put down their work and watched the commotion from a spot on the palace path, because there was a disfigured person lying on the ground. "Where did this come from?"

"do not know."

After leaving Fangfei Pavilion, Shuang'er hurriedly went to Changle Palace and did not squeeze in to see, so she had no idea that the person lying on the ground was Yan Qingxun.

Shuang'er arrived at the back door of Chang Le Palace and quietly knocked on the door.

Qingge didn't know why so many people were knocking on the door today, but she still respectfully opened it and saw Shuang'er. "Miss, may I ask who you are looking for?"

Shuang'er was a frequent visitor to Chang Le Palace and didn't recognize Qing Ge, but she still said, "Miss, I'm here to see our young master?"

Thinking of the lecherous man who wanted to enter the palace, Qingge asked, "Is your young master surnamed Yan?"

Shuang'er's eyes lit up. "Miss, is our young master at Chang Le Palace?"

When Qingge heard that Shuang'er was Yan Qingxun's servant, her expression clearly darkened. "Our princess doesn't see outsiders. He's not in the palace. Miss, you should look for him elsewhere."

The palace maid had no reason to deceive her, so Shuang'er bowed and said, "Thank you, young lady." It was not easy to offend people in the palace, otherwise, given this person's rude attitude, Shuang'er would definitely have scolded her.

Qingge simply closed the door. All sorts of people want to gravitate towards the princess's residence; they have no manners whatsoever.

Shuang'er walked slowly along the long palace path. Now, she could only go to the Third Prince's palace to look for her young master's whereabouts.

The palace maids were still huddled together, saying, "Whose son is this? He's in such a pitiful state."

"Yes, why don't we go and report to Eunuch Gao? Lying here all the time isn't a solution."

"Then you go, I'm not going. It's not like I saw it."

"It wasn't me who saw it either."

........

Through the gap, Shuang'er seemed to see the fabric on her young master's body. She quickly squeezed through the crowd and came to Yan Qingxun.

Judging from the fabric, it was indeed her young master, but why were his accessories missing? Shuang'er struggled to turn the man over. His face was a bloody mess, but it was still vaguely recognizable as Yan Qingxun.

Upon recognizing Yan Qingxun, Shuang'er immediately rushed over, crying, "Young Master, someone come quickly! Someone come quickly to find a doctor!"

After the palace maids and eunuchs saw that someone had claimed the item, they all left. They still had work to do. Shuang'er saw that things were not good, so she quickly grabbed a little palace maid and said, "Sister, please help me."

These are people from aristocratic families. The palace maid looked around and found that her colleagues had all left. She lamented her bad luck; she was just there to watch the fun and she had been pulled away by someone.

It wasn't a good time to shake her off, so he asked directly, "What is it?"

Madam Yan and Shuang'er agreed to meet in the Imperial Garden. Shuang'er said, "Please go to the pavilion at the south gate of the Imperial Garden and find a Madam Yan. Tell her that her second young master has fainted."

Shuang'er thanks you very much, sister.

The young palace maid said, "No need to be so polite." After saying that, she hurriedly left, considering it an act of kindness for the day.

In this deep palace, Shuang'er didn't know how to deal with it, and could only wait for Madam Yan to come.

Like Shuang'er, Yueyan was also worried. She was afraid that the Yan family would cause trouble for their princess and make things difficult for her. The powerful families were deeply entrenched, and although they were just civil officials, they were more than capable of making things difficult for a princess who had no real power.

Xiong Bufan was still lying on the chair, with various pastries beside him. A palace maid fed Xiong Bufan pastries, while another shielded Xiong Bufan's eyes from the sunlight.

Yueyan walked over quietly, waved her hand, and the two palace maids put down what they were carrying and left quietly.

Xiong Bufan glanced at Yueyan. Everyone had left. Was she supposed to serve him? Yueyan fed Xiong Bufan some tea and said, "Princess, after what happened today, will the Yan family try to make things difficult for you?"

This girl is ruthless; she threatens to wipe out an entire family at the drop of a hat. "What? You want me to wipe out the Yan family? I'm a kind person; I won't do anything so heinous. Go find someone else to wipe out the family."

Yueyan's idea was for Xiong Bufan to leave the palace, build a princess's residence, and marry a nobleman. The two of them would then fight against the Yan family together and live a carefree life. However, upon hearing Xiong Bufan's misinterpretation, she immediately knelt down and said, "Princess, you have misunderstood."

Xiong Bufan said to himself, "If you don't like them, wiping out their entire family isn't out of the question."

Kongkong said seriously, "Bufan, you better be joking. If you dare to wipe out an entire family for no reason, you'll be kicked out in the next second."

"Haha, I was just kidding."

How could Xiong Bufan possibly wipe out an entire family for someone he'd only met twice? That's not something a good brown bear should do.

Yueyan dared not say another word now, for fear that Xiong Bufan would utter some shocking words again.

Xiong Bufan also fell silent. If you ask Kongkong, the first family to trip up Xiong Bufan is not the Yan family; the first family to trip up Xiong Bufan should be the Empress's maternal family.

Yan Qingxun was carried to the Third Prince's palace. The Third Prince, Wang Antai, quickly summoned the imperial physician for treatment. The Empress was the Third Prince's adoptive mother, and now that she was injured, the Third Prince had to plan many things on his own.

Although civil officials did not have military power, in dynasties that valued civil officials over military ones, their roles were not much different from those of military officials.

Yan Qingxun was lying in bed. The imperial physician had already applied some medicine. The physician said that Yan Qingxun's body was fine, but there was a risk of disfigurement. He needed to be well cared for and would wake up in about an hour.

Madam Yan sat by the bed, looking at Yan Qingxun whose face was covered with gauze, and felt an overwhelming heartache. They had only been apart for a short while, how could things have turned out like this?

Shuang'er knelt to one side, her face bearing two bright red handprints. When she returned to the Yan residence, she would be punished for failing to protect her young master.

If it had happened earlier, Yan Qingxun wouldn't have been beaten up like this.

The Third Prince came in from outside, holding a bottle of ointment, and handed it to Madam Yan. "Madam, this will help Qingxun when he wakes up."

Madam Yan quickly bowed and said, "Thank you, Third Prince."

"Madam, you don't need to be so polite. I am also heartbroken that Qingxun has become like this. I have already arranged for people to investigate."

Madam Yan felt a little more at ease. The Third Prince had really helped her a lot this time. Without him, she really didn't know what she would have done in this deep palace.

As if remembering something, Madam Yan said to the Third Prince, "Your Highness, please keep Qingxun's matter a secret from Her Majesty the Empress."

The Empress dotes on Princess Lin'an. If she knew that her future husband might be disfigured, the Empress would definitely not agree to the marriage.

The Third Prince said, "Don't worry, Madam. The Empress Dowager won't know about this until Qingxun recovers."

"The envoy will be arriving in a little over ten days, and Qingxun will definitely be present. Please make preparations as soon as possible, Madam."

"Thank you for the reminder, Your Highness."

"Madam, Qingxun, please rest first. I have to attend to official business."

"Farewell to Your Highness."