"Girl, did you stay up all night?"
"Have a good rest, do you understand?"
Yang Dong said, got up and walked to the desk.
He leaned on the sandalwood chair and closed his eyes slightly.
He still needs to think carefully about the tax bank case.
Now it seems that these clues are broken. The only clue may be the hometown of this fake Mr. Xu.
As for the situation in the DPRK, I probably can’t ask anything.
Moreover, the capital is now at a critical moment of reconstruction. It is not a good time to disturb the officials of the capital.
It seems that I have to make a trip to Jiangnan!
Yang Dong sighed lightly. Yesterday, he had just arranged for the followers of the Qinglian Sect to prepare to leave for Jiangnan.
Unexpectedly, just one day later, he was also preparing to go to Jiangnan.
Just as he was thinking, he suddenly saw the thin and tall figure of the low protector again.
He was confused for a moment, and then slapped his forehead.
Oops, how could I forget Princess Qingyang!
So without saying a word, he jumped up and jumped out of the window of the West Factory Building.
After seeing the low protector, he took the lead and said, without waiting for the other party to speak:
"I was in such a hurry yesterday that I forgot to take Princess Qingyang back to the palace. What about you, are you ready to leave today?"
"It just so happens that this leader also plans to go to Jiangnan. How about we go together?"
When the low protector heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then looked like he had seen a ghost, with a look of horror on his face.
"Teach, leader! This is absolutely forbidden, leader!"
"And the Holy Lady said that our trip is not to go to Jiangnan immediately, but to visit some old seniors first, so we can't go with you."
"Master Cult Master, the green mountains will not change and the green water will always flow. Let's meet in the south of the Yangtze River!"
After saying that, Protector Low actually turned around and planned to leave.
Seeing his abnormal behavior, Yang Dong couldn't help but frown slightly.
However, he immediately saw the opponent's awkward legs and the huge wound on the back of his head.
Well, Yang Dong finally understood why Protector Low behaved like this just now.
It's just that he couldn't figure out why they were still so afraid when he clearly said that he would send Princess Qingyang back to the palace.
Could it be that... Princess Qingyang has some objections?
He frowned, jumped up, and went to the small courtyard where the Qinglian Sect members stayed yesterday.
Sure enough, he found Ji Siyu's excited figure in the courtyard.
"Yang Dong, are you here?"
When Ji Siyu saw Yang Dong, a gentle smile appeared on her soft cheeks.
But she seemed to remember something immediately, and her expression became downcast again.
"The imperial concubine and the others have already left first."
"They left without saying goodbye. Yang Dong, do you think I am really a burden?"
"Sigh...Actually, I also know that when they followed me, I brought them a lot of trouble. But, I didn't mean it."
Hearing this, Yang Dong raised his hand with some distress, wanting to touch Ji Siyu's head.
But then, there was a tingling sensation on his palm.
At the same time, he saw a small red dot appear on his palm!
I'm crazy...
Yang Dong was horrified.
With his current cultivation level, his physical strength has already exceeded the imagination of ordinary people.
It can be said that no matter what kind of magical weapon it is, it cannot leave any wounds on his body.
Of course, the premise is that no other warriors are instilled with the power of Qi and blood.
But now, when he faced a woman with no strength, he almost pricked her palm.
Who do you go to to explain this kind of thing?
Isn't his cultivation like paper?
However, the reality is that he was indeed pricked by Ji Siyu's hairpin.
Although the skin was not broken, Yang Dong felt a long-lost tingling sensation.
"How's it going? Are you hurt?"
Ji Siyu cast a concerned look, her eyes flickering slightly, like a child who had done something wrong.
Yang Dong smiled and shook his head.
"I'm fine, you don't have to be so careful."
He said, stepped forward and gently took Ji Siyu into his arms.
Ji Siyu only struggled briefly, then gave up her resistance and allowed Yang Dong to hold her in his arms.
But such a strong masculine aura still made her pretty face blush, making her look really cute.
"Yang Dong, are you here to take me back to the palace?"
Ji Siyu tilted her head and asked.
"Yes, after all, only by returning to the palace can your destiny be suppressed."
Yang Dong thought for a while and spoke truthfully.
"But……"
Ji Siyu opened his mouth, and the light in his eyes gradually disappeared.
She sighed softly and said helplessly:
"Okay then, I'll just go back with you."
Feeling the lovely person in his arms, Yang Dong's mood became depressed, and Yang Dong felt a little distressed.
He hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but ask:
"What's wrong, don't you want to go back to the palace?"
Ji Siyu did not answer his question immediately, but carefully leaned on Yang Dong's shoulder and murmured to herself:
"Because my destiny is very special, my father never lets me go out."
"Actually... I took the initiative to ask the imperial concubine to take me out of the palace this time. I know they have other purposes, but I really don't care."
Speaking of this, tears began to flow from Ji Siyu's calm eyes. But for some reason, her expression was as calm as ever, without any fluctuations.
"Yang Dong, do you know?"
"I have lived in this palace for nineteen years. During these nineteen years, I have never wanted to leave this palace."
"Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, life in the palace is all about fine clothes and fine food. But in my opinion, there is no difference between this palace and a prison."
"When I was very young, my father wouldn't let anyone see me. I lived alone in a dark palace. Even when my father passed away, I couldn't leave there."
At this point, Yang Dong could already feel his shoulders getting wet.
He hesitated for a moment, then raised his palm and patted Ji Siyu's back gently.
"I'm fine."
Ji Siyu's tone remained calm as usual, but tears could not stop flowing from her eyes.
"Actually... being able to leave the palace this time is really a blessing for me."
"Yang Dong, according to the rules of the common people, you are my husband. A husband is the wife's guide, and I should listen to you. But... I really don't like the palace, really."
At this moment, Yang Dong felt like his heart was about to melt.
The girl in his arms has been disliked since she was born.
In order not to affect others, she was locked up in a palace for more than ten years.
But what he wants to do now is to send her back to the palace.
Are you still considered a person?
