The Lady in the General’s Arms is a Bigshot in Mystic Arts

Jiang Fu: "..." There is no need to be so deliberate.

An Le leaned in the small kitchen, raised his eyes and glanced at them, walked to Song Yun, paused slightly, "Let's go, make room for others."

Song Yun then turned her head and looked at Xie Cheng, who was sitting in a wheelchair outside the kitchen and looking at them with a half-smile.

The expressions of Song Yun and Jiang Shen became a little strange, as if it was difficult to look directly at Xie Cheng.

Xie Cheng himself was very generous and said, "It's really disrespectful to ask the guests to clean up the kitchen."

"You guys, let's go in and have tea."

The master has said this, how can they say anything else?

Naturally, we wanted to go in and have tea together as he said.

So, the few people who had just come out of the house together walked out of the kitchen and went into the room.

Only he and her were left around again.

Jiang Fu thought for a moment and then said, "General, it's better to sit outside. It's very smokey inside."

Xie Cheng pushed the wheelchair in by himself, "I see it's quite clean inside."

Jiang Fu: "...I said it was smokey, not dirty."

However, Xie Cheng had already come in, raised his eyes and said with a smile, "I'm not afraid of smoke."

"..."

Jiang Fu turned around, took a deep breath and started to cook something to eat.

The kitchen was originally small, but Xie Cheng acted as if he had never seen it before. He pushed his wheelchair around, looking at the dishes for a while, then at the exquisite plates and bowls, and finally sat next to Jiang Fu and watched quietly. Prepare something for her.

He looked lazy and said, "We are going to the Eighth Prince's Mansion today."

Jiang Fu moved for a moment, stopped and turned to look at him.

Xie Cheng leaned there and said, "Go and save a gentleman named Pei Huai."

Without waiting for Jiang Fu to ask, he continued, as if explaining his itinerary, "He is from the Sixth Prince's house."

People from the sixth prince's house?

Jiang Fu looked at him and asked, "Then how did the general bring the people out without the eighth prince stopping him?"

Xie Cheng's lips curled up, but the smile did not reach his eyes, and he said, "He is not here."

"When he was brought out, he was almost dead."

"Fu Ling is still helping."

Jiang Fu frowned slightly.

Xuanwu doesn't have a prince yet, and Zhao Heng is unreliable. He treats every prince the same and doesn't make it clear who he likes or dislikes, so almost every prince feels he has a chance.

Whether openly or secretly, the fight never stops.

Xie Cheng raised his eyes and saw her frowning tightly. He suddenly smiled softly and said, "Isn't it a good idea to tell you this?"

"Originally, I just had nothing to say, so I just wanted to talk to you casually and tell you why I didn't come to your place to eat antique soup today. But I made you upset."

Jiang Fu frowned. She had never met the Eighth Prince and the Sixth Prince before, so she couldn't comment on their character. But since the general could stand on the Sixth Prince's side, the Sixth Prince must be better than the Eighth Prince.

"Did the Sixth Prince participate in the opening of the school?" She looked at Xie Cheng and asked, tilting her head.

"Of course I participated." Xie Cheng said with a smile, "The emperor takes your orders very seriously, so naturally he listened to you and allowed all the princes who can participate to participate."

"What's his responsibility?"

"Yuzhou." Xie Cheng paused and said, "Yuzhou is a good place. It is much richer than Changzhou and other places on the border. The Sixth Prince can handle it well, so don't worry."

"Yuzhou..." Jiang Fu paused, "A Nian seems to have been to that place."