"Young Master said that if anyone doesn't come tonight, then he will be a dog. I hope Prince Yin will not be such a dog."
Yin Luzhu chuckled, "In this case, I will take this beauty away."
"It's just a lost flower. If Prince Yin likes it, just take it away."
Yin Luzhu nodded to Qingluo, and Qingluo brought the girl over, and then handed her some money, "My heir apparent gave it to me."
The girl held the silver in her hand and thanked her repeatedly.
Qingluo and Changyu didn't say anything, and they got into the carriage.
As the carriage headed towards the palace of Prince Chu Xiang, Qing Luo asked worriedly, "Master, you can't beat that white talker. If you lose in a duel tonight, he will definitely humiliate you again."
Yin Luzhu seemed to have not heard anything, leaning on the carriage and falling asleep.
…
When Yin Luzhu returned to Zhaode Hall, Qingluo immediately called Ji Yanchen over.
The latter walked into Zhaode Hall with a cold face, glanced at Yin Luzhu who was sitting on the chair, and his eyes darkened a bit.
"I stay in this mansion to better study medical skills. I am not just a doctor for you, Prince Yin."
Yin Luzhu glanced at him and said, "Just forget it if you don't want to, I don't mind."
She stared at herself in the bronze mirror, looking at this charming face, but her heart seemed to have gone through a storm.
Da Yin, who had supreme royal power, had a father who had no background and did not form any clique with others, so he must have died in this mess.
To put it bluntly, it is just a pawn in the hands of a powerful person.
Ji Yan was startled. He looked at Yin Luzhu and found that there seemed to be something different about her.
This was the first time he had seen this person like this. Yin Luzhu at this moment gave people an illusion.
It seemed that his thin shoulders were carrying a weight that was enough to bend his waist.
Pursing her lips, Ji Yanchen walked over and said, "Take off your clothes."
Yin Luzhu glanced at him and pulled down his clothes a little from his shoulders.
Looking at the jade-white skin in front of him, Ji Yanchen was the first to be stunned.
He glanced at Yin Luzhu complicatedly. No wonder everyone knew that Yin Luzhu looked like a boy or a girl. There was a reason.
With such skin as snow and jade, even he thought she was really a woman.
Looking at the sword wound on her shoulder, Ji Yan sighed deeply, "Why do you need to be angry with the Prime Minister?"
"I didn't hold my breath." Her voice was a little weak and pale, "I just thought that he would never recover and die without a burial place."
Ji Yanchen: "..."
"If you don't get it, you'll destroy it?"
Yin Luzhu: "..."
Everyone thought he was angry with Shen Nanxiao because he couldn't get it?
How ridiculous.
She didn't speak any more, and just quietly let Ji Yanchen tend to the wound.
After a long while, he bandaged her wound and said, "Don't touch the water."
Yin Luzhu nodded, pulled up his clothes, and arranged them meticulously.
Ji Yanchen looked at her with some confusion, "You really want to drive Xuan Qing out of the palace. As far as I know, he has nowhere to go."
"Then he will die."
Ji Yanchen: "..."
Look at this ruthless face.
"Meet the prince."
The servant's voice sounded outside the palace, and in a flash, Yin Ping pushed Yin Jingchao in.
There was some anxiety on his face, "I heard you were injured?"
Yin Luzhu raised her eyes and saw that it was Yin Jingchao. She bowed slightly and said, "Father."
Yin Jingchao saw the blood on her shoulder at a glance. At this moment, a trace of anger appeared in his eyes.
