Prince, Do You Still Need a Prisoner

"How did the wangfei know about Jing'er?" Lin Old Mistress must have liked this grandson a lot. When she talked about him, her eyes were filled with pride.

"I've heard the prince speak of him before, saying that he is a plastic talent." This was purely her spouting of nonsense, Gu Junxiu had never once mentioned this kind of person.

However, Old Mistress Lin knew that the dignified Prince Yu had actually praised his own grandson, and said with a face full of joy, "This old one thanks the Prince on behalf of my son."

"Is that Grandmother's eldest grandson?" Ruan Xiaonuan asked.

Old Mistress Lin immediately stopped her, and said with fear and trepidation, "I can't afford to call you Grandmother."

"I am also very close to you. Besides, your seniority is there, so even if the prince sees you, he would have to call you grandmother." Her clever words very quickly coaxed Old Mistress Lin to the point that she was all smiles.

"Old Mistress, don't lower yourself to the same level as a child. Madam Guan finally interrupted their conversation.

Old Mistress Lin had a head full of silver hair. Although she was very old, she looked very hard. After she sat for a while, she even suggested, "We've been sitting here, and we're bored. This old one has heard that the Prime Minister's Palace has a beautiful garden behind it.

Naturally, no one would reject her words. The Madam Guan nodded her head, "It was my mistake, to actually let the Old Mistress sit here." After she finished speaking, she immediately instructed Xin Er, "Go get people to place some snacks and timely fruits in the pavilion."

"Old Mistress, shall I help you over?" Under Old Mistress Lin's repeated requests, Ruan Xiaonuan still changed his name.

"The back garden of the Prime Minister's Estate is indeed a great scenery." With Ruan Xiaonuan's support, Old Mistress Lin sincerely praised.

A look of shame flashed across Madam Guan's face as he explained, "I have never been good at taking care of these flowers and plants. Chen Er has always been the one taking care of the garden."

A hint of interest flashed past Lin Old Mistress's eyes, and she guessed: Is the Chen Er you're talking about your third daughter?

Madam Guan could finally get down to business, she nodded and said, "It's her."

"Chen Er, quickly come over and greet Old Mistress." She called over Guan Chen who was standing not far from her.

"The daughter of the madam is a heavenly beauty." When Lin Old Mistress saw Guan Chen, her eyes flashed a look of astonishment.

"Old Mistress, don't praise her anymore. So what if she is a beauty of a nation? It's already the year of the manual but no one has come yet to propose marriage. I'm almost going to die from worry about this matter." The worry on Madam Guan's face was not fake, she had indeed been worried about Guan Chen's marriage.

Since she had already said this much, Old Mistress Lin could only console her, "Chen Er is the young miss that was born with the title of Prime Minister, how can she not be worried that no one will marry him." When she said this, she would size up Guan Chen from time to time, and make plans in her mind.

"The Old Mistress doesn't know, but everyone in the capital knows that Chen Er and Wan'er are very different from each other. Furthermore, there will be rumors about them from time to time, and eventually, no one is willing to come and propose marriage." Madam Guan said in distress.

Old Mistress Lin more or less knew something about Guan Chen. However, when he saw her today, she felt that the three of them were like tigers. Although she was not as good as the elder sister who entered the palace, she was still very polite. She then thought of his most beloved eldest grandson. If he could marry the daughter of the Prime Minister, it would be a great thing for the Lin Clan.

Ruan Xiaonuan was standing right beside her, so she could easily guess what she was thinking. Seeing that no one spoke, she opened her mouth to ask, "I remember that Old Mistress's eldest grandson isn't married yet?"

"Esteemed wangfei has a good memory. As the eldest grandson of the eldest son of the concubine, he must be careful when it comes to marriage. After all, the wife who has married into the family will need a housekeeper in the future. " When Old Mistress said this, she intentionally shot a glance at Madam Guan, so she knew she had the same intention.

"Old Mistress is right, but don't you have such a good granddaughter-in-law before your eyes?" she said deliberately.

The Old Mistress pretended not to know as she asked, "Royal Concubine must be joking, could this granddaughter-in-law really fall from the sky?"

Old Mistress, listen to me, Third Sister isn't married yet. Why don't you all become relatives? Her suggestion caused Old Mistress to hesitate for a moment.

"You saw it today. Third Sister isn't like the rumors say. "My foster mother also had the same intention. Why don't we just make this a good thing?" Seeing the Old Mistress's heart loosen, she continued to speak.

"Madam Guan has the same intention?" Old Mistress asked in surprise.

She knew that many people respected her for her age. However, many people looked down on the Lin Family's younger generation. And because of this, Lin Jing's marriage had yet to come to fruition. He had been hesitating because of his identity as the Prime Minister.

Madam Guan understood what she meant and quickly replied, "I already had that intention long ago, I was just waiting for you to nod your head."

Now that things had come to this point, there was nothing left for Ruan Xiaonuan to do. She returned to the courtyard that she had returned with success. Just as she entered, she saw that Mo Yan's expression was strange and couldn't help but to ask, "What's wrong? Is something wrong? "

"Miss, the Prince is here." On Mo Yan's face, it was hard to say if it was happiness or something else, but it looked very strange.

She isn't Zi Juan, so she wouldn't joke around with something like that. So Gu Junxiu really came over here? She walked into the house, puzzled. The moment she stepped into the house, she felt the surrounding temperature drop significantly. A cold gaze was staring at her.

Ruan Xiaonuan said without lifting her head, "Prince Yu Lord will not be a good prince, has he changed his ways to a thief? Or is it that there are too few guards in the Prime Minister's residence to notice that there is an extra person alive in the residence? " Her tone was full of mockery.

Gu Junxiu looked at her bitterly, then opened his mouth with much difficulty, "When are you returning to the Duke Palaces?"

She was just about to drink the tea when he heard his words and spat the tea out. Luckily, he managed to spray all of it onto his face. Ruan Xiaonuan looked at his ice sculpture-like face that was covered with water droplets, and felt that it was extremely comical. However, she could only try his best to restrain himself as he took out the handkerchief and tossed it to him. He said without any sincerity, "Sorry, I couldn't hold it in. Wipe it yourself."

"Is what I just said really that funny? As an imperial concubine, are you going to stay in the Prime Minister's Palace all the time? " Gu Junxiu ignored the tea on his face and asked coldly.

Ruan Xiaonuan was not a servant of the Duke Palaces, so he was not afraid of his current appearance. She looked up, met his eyes, and said, "If you want to hear the truth, that was funny. Do you think that since I've just arrived from the Palace of Hua-Yang, I'll return back eagerly? "