At the other end, on a luxurious nine-headed carriage made of fine ebony, Meng Zhuoer stared at the man who was tasting the freshly brewed tea.
"Yue Zhiting, what do you mean? If you don't go back to your Prince Yinshan's palace, why did you kidnap me to your carriage?"
She was so filled with hatred that she asked, "What? You don't want to be a prince, so you're just sneaking around? And you're robbing a good woman in broad daylight?"
"Isn't this a trick you have used before? Or do you want me to invite you directly into my carriage?" Yue Zhiting seemed very satisfied with the tea she made this time. She put the lid on the tea and looked at her. ,
"A woman's reputation is very important. If others see you entering and exiting my carriage, then you are my woman. If you don't want to be the second princess, you will start to miss Princess Yinshan instead?"
Meng Zhuoer: "..."
"After all, I have helped you. You can't repay kindness with enmity and harm me."
He looked serious, as if he was talking about something difficult.
Meng Zhuoer's expression looked like he had swallowed a fly: "You wouldn't be so drunk if you just ate a few peanuts."
She didn't want to have too much entanglement with Yue Zhiting, "So what do you want to do?"
"Detoxify me, this is what you promised me."
Only then did Meng Zhuoer remember that she had such an agreement with him: "...Oh, okay."
She curled her lips, unwillingly.
Yue Zhiting narrowed his eyes dangerously, suddenly stood up and approached her.
The man's extremely aggressive aura almost immediately surrounded the girl, which was sinister and chilling.
The sense of crisis is overwhelming, and the sense of oppression is so strong that it makes one's breathing weak.
Meng Zhuoer wanted to push the other person away to keep a distance, but the man mercilessly slapped his hand away when he reached out. The next moment, he grabbed Meng Zhuoer's jaw with his tiger's mouth, and the laughter from his thin lips was like the sound of bones being crushed.
"Meng Zhuo'er, you need to know that I was willing to help you deliver letters on the mountain, send you back to the capital, and publicize Meng Yifei and Yue Zhichen's affairs for you...
As well as tolerate your irregularities and call him by name, it's all because you are useful.
If you are finally found to have lied to me, and you cannot cure me of my poison, I will definitely not let you go. Do you know what evisceration is? "
He murmured, carrying the fragrance of magnolia flowers, which was coquettish and charming, "That would be much worse than death if you just bleed it with three cuts and six holes."
Meng Zhuoer's eyelashes trembled. Even though she was used to being eccentric, she couldn't help but feel chills all over.
The man in front of her looked at her with gleaming eyes, never letting go of her slightest expression, as if he was trying to spy on her true strength.
Meng Zhuoer had a feeling that if she admitted now that she could not cure his condition, the hand holding her chin would immediately move to her neck and strangle him.
She raised her head to meet the man's oppressive gaze, her expression unchanged, and she coldly and arrogantly removed the other man's hand that was holding her chin: "In that case, at least until the poison is detoxified, Yue Zhiting, you have to endure me."
Meng Zhuoer took away the opponent's hand and kicked the table leg aside.
With a bang, the teacup that Yue Zhiting had just used fell onto the carriage and fell into pieces.
The man raised his eyes and looked at her.
The girl smiled, her eyes very provocative, even condescending.
If the high-ranking person next to him had seen someone challenging his authority like this, he would have been angry, but the man laughed heartily, without any trace of anger on his face.
He put his hand on Meng Zhuoer's shoulder, unruly and relaxed: "Meng Zhuoer, Meng Zhuoer, you are truly worthy of being the granddaughter raised by Duke Meng. You are much more interesting than your grandfather."
"Neuropathy."
Meng Zhuoer didn't give him any face, and pushed away the hand on her shoulder expressionlessly.
A silent but gunpowder-filled confrontation ended like this. Yue Zhiting seemed to be in a good mood and took out a new cup to drink tea.
Meng Zhuoer had a cold face and did not look at him. Instead, Yue Zhiting's eyes fell on her from time to time, like a hunter sizing up his prey.
The car drove forward and soon arrived at Prince Yinshan's Mansion.
To avoid being seen by outsiders, the carriage drove back to the backyard and stopped.
Yue Zhiting was about to get up, but the girl in front of him got up faster than him, and even raised her hand to push the man to sit down.
He looked at her playfully, but did not get up again.
"What are you looking at? Are you unhappy?" She smiled evilly, "I have to bear with my discomfort. Who makes me useful?"
Meng Zhuoer's expression and tone were extremely sarcastic, and she got out of the carriage first.
Xia Yu outside was stunned when she saw Meng Zhuoer coming out first: "Miss Meng, how come you came out first? Where is the prince?"
The Principality of Nanyue is not only a country where the line of succession is extremely clear, but it is even more demanding that men are superior to women.
In the father's house, even the legitimate daughter is not allowed to eat at the table, and she cannot go out at will without being invited by others. If she goes out too often, she will be laughed at by others for being indiscreet, let alone doing business and politics... But it is not impossible. , but it’s as difficult as climbing to the sky.
When you get married and obey your husband, you must serve him. The husband stands and the wife cannot sit. When the husband eats, the wife waits on her. After eating, it is the wife's turn.
Let's just say that when it comes to carriages, whether it is the host's carriage or the guest's carriage, men go first and women go first.
This is the everlasting rule of the Nanyue Principality, not to mention that his prince is still so powerful that even His Majesty must be treated as a thin-faced person.
"What are you looking at? Have you never seen a beautiful woman?"
Meng Zhuoer was not polite and wanted to get off the car, but the frame of the car was really high, a full two meters.
Seeing Xia Yu still standing here, Meng Zhuoer frowned: "What are you still doing here? You won't give me a stool to step on?"
Xia Yu finally reacted, but still hesitated, worried that the prince would blame him.
Seeing that Xia Yu was still motionless, Meng Zhuoer wanted to speak, but the man suddenly got out of the car.
"It doesn't have to be so troublesome."
Yuezhi Tingping got out of the car in a hurry, but the next moment his long arms were wrapped around Meng Zhuoer's waist. He turned around and easily put the man on the ground by his waist.
Meng Zhuoer exclaimed, and was frightened because her feet left the ground for a moment.
She looked at the man in front of her in shock.
But Xia Yu was more shocked than she was, to the point where her jaw almost dropped.
Did he read it right just now?
Did the prince just hug Miss Meng?
Is he hallucinating or is he hallucinating.
Yue Zhiting looked past her calmly, then headed in a certain direction.
Meng Zhuoer froze on the spot.
Is he sick?
A second ago, he was worried about his reputation so that no one would see him getting into his carriage, but he turned around and was so intimate with him.
Xia Yu's expression was also very complicated, and he made an invitation gesture to Meng Zhuoer: "Miss Meng, please come in."
Although Meng Zhuoer was speechless, he could only follow him first.
Prince Yinshan's Mansion was bigger than Meng Zhuoer thought. She originally thought Meng Guogong's Mansion and Yao's Mansion were already big, but Prince Yinshan's Mansion was almost the sum of these two mansions combined.
She walked for nearly two quarters of an hour before reaching her destination.
According to her, the carriage should drive directly there.
After going around in circles, she finally followed Yue Zhiting to a room. It should be a wing room, with no life track.
At this time, the sky outside was gradually getting dark.
"Sure enough, a traitor is a traitor. The house is so big, I don't know how much people's hard-earned money has been plundered!"
She was a little exhausted and muttered breathlessly.
Yue Zhiting turned back quickly and narrowed her eyes: "What did you say?"
