Transmigration: Prince, Step Aside

After propping himself up, the little ball waved his hand and shouted at Gu Mingxuan, "Uncle Gu! "Ran Er will play with you next time ~"

Jiang Zisu's face darkened when he heard what Little Dan Zi said.

Gu Mingxuan nodded indifferently, paying no heed to Jiang Zixu's man-eating gaze. "Alright."

On the carriage heading back to the manor, Jiang Zisu's face had always been gloomy. His pair of long and narrow eyes were fixed on Mu Zhihuan as he said,

"Mu Zhihuan, aren't you going to explain it to me?"

Mu Zhihuan laughed in disdain, "My lord, since you have already determined that there is something between me and His Highness, how can you explain it? "Clear as day."

"You!"

Jiang ZiSu discovered that ever since Mu Zhihuan lost her memories, she had become more and more eloquent, always able to poke a point of explosion at him just in time.

"Royal Father, don't blame Mother. Uncle Gu sent me the candy with good intentions after seeing Ran'er was unable to eat it."

Although the little blob didn't quite understand what had happened, he could tell from Jiang Zisu's tone that he was angry again.

Quietly hiding behind Mu Zhihuan's back, the small ball timidly stuck its head out while timidly looking at Jiang Zisu.

Noticing the frightened look in the little blob's eyes, Jiang Zi Su took a deep breath and slightly softened his tone.

"Royal father does not blame you. The next time Ran'er wants to eat sweet people, she can tell Royal father that Royal father will buy it for you."

When she heard that Jiang Zisu was willing to buy her the candy bar she loved the most, her eyes lit up.

However, his angry attitude just now had caused Little Tun Zi's heart to tremble. He didn't dare to reply. "Thank you, Royal Father."

In the carriage, the atmosphere was so solemn it seemed as if water was about to drip onto it.

Compared to the scene where he was chatting and laughing with Gu Mingxuan on the street just now, Jiang Zisu was secretly clenching his hands, and an uncontrollable irritation swept through him.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw an indifferent Mu Zhihuan. Even if he threw his things away, he wouldn't let anyone else pick them up for himself.

Once they got out of the carriage, Yang Qiuyu came over again anxiously, "My lord, where did you go?" "I didn't even say hello to him. Let me be good …"

Before she could finish her words, Yang Qiuyu saw Mu Zhihuan carrying Jiang Qinggran down from the carriage.

The expression on his face instantly turned stiff. "This …" Has the Prince gone to find his elder sister? "

Yang Qiuyu turned around to face Jiang Zisu's gaze on Mu Zhihuan, and her heart trembled.

This damnable Mu Zhihuan. She had already said why she would kindly take the initiative to give up her seat during the Beggar Festival.

Who would have thought that he was actually playing a game of capturing the enemy! Yang Qiuyu nestled against Jiang Zisu's chest, feeling wronged.

"Prince, your concubine has been waiting for you for a long time. You went out to find your elder sister, but you still didn't tell me. I thought you had met with some troubles and was worried to death."

Feeling Yang Qiuyu's worry, the irritation that had been stirred up by Mu Zhihuan faded quite a bit, and the light in Jiang ZiSu's eyes also softened.

Indeed, the obedient Yang Qiuyu was what he wanted.

"I've made you worry. Come to your courtyard for dinner."

A tinge of redness appeared on Yang Qianyu's face, while joy flashed across her eyes. "Then, I'll go prepare your favorite lotus seed soup for your highness."

Just as she was about to leave, Jiang Zisu saw that she was walking in a strange posture. He reached out his hand to hold onto Yang Qiuyu. "What's wrong with your leg?"

Yang Qiuyu dodged back in surprise, her eyes were fluttering, "It's nothing, I just accidentally fell a little."

Before Jiang Zisu could say anything, the maid on the side pouted and said, "How could you be careless?"

"It was clearly those wily women who tried to take the prize away and then dragged it to the ground. It was stepped on and even the skirt was broken.

"If it wasn't for the guards who arrived in time, I'm afraid that madam would have already …"

"Alright!"

Tsutsugamusu angrily shot the maid a look, telling her not to say anything further.

Looking at Yang Qiuyu's gentle and virtuous appearance, a touch of guilt rose in Jiang Zisu's heart.

If he hadn't come out to find Mu Zhihuan, Yang Qiuyu wouldn't have encountered such a situation.

He picked up Yang Qiuyu and carried her into the house without looking back, commanding the maid beside him, "Go find an imperial physician."

Yang Qiuyu pursed her lips, leaned her head against Jiang Zisu's chest, and smiled slowly.

"I'm sorry, wangfei. You can't leave the palace without the prince's order."

The guard's expression was indifferent, the sword in his hand was glowing with an icy cold light.

Mu Zhihuan frowned and said impatiently, "This is a token personally bestowed by the prince. You've allowed me to leave the manor as I please. Do you see it clearly?"

"I'm sorry, but the prince gave a new order yesterday. Without his permission, the princess can't leave her house."

In the end, it was still the same sentence.

Mu Zhihuan was extremely agitated, cursing that bastard Jiang Zisu over and over again in her heart.

"Oh ~ Isn't this elder sister? What is it? And you want to go out of the house to hook up with someone's man? "

Mu Zhihuan did not even need to turn her head to know who this voice belonged to.

Ye Zichen rolled his eyes, then ignored her and turned to leave. However, he didn't expect Yang Qiuyu to catch him.

"Leave what? When I said sister was in pain, did you feel guilty? "

Why was this person so unreasonable? Mu Zhihuan's eyes almost rolled up to the sky:

"If you say so, then so be it. I'm tired and want to go back and rest. Can you let me go now?"

"It's not impossible to let go of you, but you have to promise me that you will never get close to the prince again. If I'm happy, I will let you out, what do you say?"

Yang Qiuyu laughed sinisterly, her beautiful face full of contempt.

"You're letting me out? Can you block my, Mu Zhihuan's, exit? "

Mu Zhihuan raised her hand and waved away Yang Qiuyu's hand. With a disdainful sneer, he approached Yang Qiuyu coldly:

"If you really are someone in Jiang Zisu's heart, then why does he always come and provoke me?" "Yang Qiuyu, it's fine if we don't interfere in the river, but if you keep insisting, don't forget that I'm a woman who didn't hesitate to drug to get Jiang Zisu."

Originally, Mu Zhihuan had already been quite fidgety enough. Today, he had an appointment with Wu Miao to work on the classification of makeup. He didn't expect that he would be interrupted by a single sentence from Jiang Zhisu.

Coincidentally, Yang Qiuyu had hit the nail on the head again, so he really didn't leave her any face at all.

Looking at Yang Qiuyu's pale face, he cast a glance at the scar on her neck and smiled contemptuously. "Look at you, did you serve Jiang Zhisu well last night?"

Yang Qiuyu raised her head with a smug look on her face, "So what if I am?"

Now, Mu Zhihuan always knew why she had come looking for trouble with him. Wasn't it to show off that she had slept with Jiang Zi Su last night?

It was boring to show off with such a big kiss mark.

Mu Zhihuan suddenly gave a playful smile, directly reaching out to tear open Yang Qiuyu's clothes in front of so many people. More kisses were revealed inside:

"Tsk tsk tsk, looks like you were quite crazy last night? "I wonder when this little sister's stomach will move again?"