As soon as everyone sat down, the Crown Princess came over after hearing the news. She was angry and anxious. She obviously looked at the person who was already calm, so why did he start making trouble again?
Although the prince is now the crown prince, his status is not solid. Not to mention that His Majesty is in his prime of life, there are still several princes in the palace. The civil and military officials of the whole court are waiting to find out his mistakes... What does the imperial censor say? Also from Yipin, the second sister is really too ignorant!
In this regard, Xihe spreads his hands, is it none of my business?
Why, people were scolding her and she couldn't beat them back!
Meng Yuchuan folded the fan and said: "Yes."
Xihe turned his head with a strange expression: "Don't you think I've caused trouble for you?"
Meng Yuchuan spoke with a smile, but what he said sent shivers down the spines of everyone who was listening: "If you insult Mrs. Chao Yipinhou in public, she will be punished eighty times according to the law. You can only teach her a small lesson. She should be grateful with gifts."
Xihe looked him up and down and couldn't help but remind him: "Your Majesty hasn't made you the Marquis yet."
In the battle of Cangshan Ridge eight years ago, both the old Mr. Hou and his son were killed, leaving only the old Taijun, Mrs. Hou and the Crown Prince Meng Yuchuan.
Logically speaking, Your Majesty should confer him the title of Marquis. Who knew that after so many years, Meng Yuchuan would still be the crown prince. However, he holds the military power left by his grandfather and father. He has real power, and it makes no difference whether he can seal it or not.
This also resulted in some people calling him Prince Master, and others calling him Lord Marquis. It was a mess.
Meng Yuchuan raised his arm: "It'll be there soon."
A hard thing is in the sleeve.
Xihe glanced at it and whispered: "Imperial decree?"
Meng Yuchuan nodded with a smile.
Xihe suddenly realized, she said that it was Xiu Mu today, what kind of palace was he entering? It turned out that he had invited the Marquis.
In an instant, she, who had been sitting calmly, now felt more open-minded.
However, Xihe was overthinking it. The Crown Princess did not mention her fault at all. When the imperial doctor came over for diagnosis and treatment, she knew that Miss Cheng San was just frightened and had nothing to do with her, so she ordered someone to send her back to the palace and ordered those who followed her. Mammy told Mrs. Censor what happened today word for word.
The general idea is, discipline your daughter well!
The princess can still carry it clearly.
Although Cheng San was stupid and dared to challenge Xihe in public today, one thing he said was right: Meng Yuchuan was a really powerful man.
With a heavy army in hand, the prince was still looking at the only superior marquis in Daxia, hoping that Meng Yuchuan would help him win the title for the sake of his in-laws.
Not to mention that Cheng Sanxian flirted with someone today, even if Xihe hit someone for no reason, she couldn't say anything wrong.
As for whether the prince would blame her for not being able to manage his sister, causing the already swaying imperial censor to turn to the second prince, what would the other ministers think... She had no time to care.
A group of people were gearing up to see Xihe being scolded: "..."
I vaguely remembered, oh, this woman’s father is the prime minister, her sister is the crown prince, and her husband is a super high-ranking prince~
Can't afford to offend, can't afford to offend.
A flower-viewing banquet ended in a hurry.
On the way back, as soon as Xihe climbed into the carriage, Meng Yuchuan also got in.
She glanced at him, and Meng Yuchuan seemed to notice something. He raised his eyes and showed a gentle smile: "Madam, what's wrong?"
Xihe shook his head and opened the car curtain to look at the lively scene on the street. He passed by the candy seller's stall and asked Luwu to buy one. Meng Yuchuan said, "Huaiyu is still young and cannot eat candy sellers."
Xihe: "Oh."
Pop it into your mouth.
It was so sweet that she couldn't help but smile.
Meng Yuchuan: "..." After a while, he laughed out loud.
The roots of Xihe's ears gradually turned red.
The two of them returned to the house just in time for dinner. Xihe didn't bother to go to the main courtyard to get a look, so he turned back to the courtyard.
Meng Yuchuan stared at her back for a while, and then walked to the main courtyard after being called out by an attendant.
In the main courtyard, the old lady was teasing her great-grandson with a rattle. When she saw her grandson coming, her face suddenly brightened with joy. But when she looked behind him, her face dropped again: "The Qiang family is not here?"
Meng Yuchuan walked to Meng Huaiyu and squatted down: "Go back to the yard."
The old lady immediately snorted: "It saves her trouble. She knows she is in trouble and is afraid that I will scold her, so she simply doesn't come!"
He couldn't help but talk to his grandson: "It was the same a few days ago. Your mother said she didn't need to say hello, but she really didn't show up. I see, she just pretended to the end. She was filial to me and loved Chen'er. They were all fake. !”
I don't know why, but I always feel aggrieved.
Meng Yuchuan said: "Since grandma likes the excitement, I will tell her later and ask her to come tomorrow."
The old lady suddenly frowned: "Who said I wanted her to come? Look outside, whose granddaughter-in-law doesn't serve her parents-in-law, she is the only one who is too lazy every day!"
Meng Yuchuan smiled and stopped talking.
The old lady didn't want to upset her grandson by saying this, so she started laughing again after a while.
After finishing the meal, the old lady was helped back to the courtyard by the maid, and the young prince was also carried back by the wet nurse. Meng Yuchuan said goodbye to his mother, Lu, and went to the courtyard where Xihe was.
Not surprisingly, I was rejected again.
Qingzhu: "...Young Master?"
Should I knock on this door or not? Or go back to the front yard?
Meng Yuchuan raised his chin: "Knock on the door."
Qingzhu's eyes widened instantly, and Meng Yuchuan narrowed his eyes: "What?"
Qingzhu immediately shook his head, walked forward with a lantern, and knocked on the door. After a while, the woman came to open the door with sleepy eyes: "Who -"
When he saw it was Meng Yuchuan, he hurriedly opened the door and hurriedly admitted his mistake.
Meng Yuchuan looked at the yard and saw only two dim lights on the porch. The other rooms were all dark, and everyone was obviously asleep.
He paused for a moment, but still didn't go in. He turned around and took the attendant back to the front yard. So early in the morning, Xihe once again heard the news that Meng Yuchuan had come last night. She hugged the quilt with a puzzled look on her face: "Did the prince say you wanted to ask for something from me?"
Aunt Liu's old face suddenly turned red with shame. What's going on, Miss? You don't know?
She hurriedly took two steps forward and handed over the soft gold silk cigarette skirt in her hand: "The prince is in the main hall, please get up quickly."
Xihe was surprised: "Is Meng Yuchuan here?"
Aunt Liu looked around in fright, wishing she could cover her young lady's mouth: "Young madam, you can't call the prince by his first name!"
Xihe felt that she was rare and strange, so he stood up and let the maid serve him. He cleaned his face and hands, and applied seductive lipstick before moving to the main hall, where he saw that Meng Yuchuan had been waiting for a long time.
"Master Shizi." Xihe called.
"Um."
Meng Yuchuan put down the book in his hand, raised his eyes and paused.
Xihe walked to him and sat down next to him, took the warm water from the maid's hand, and then started to eat breakfast. Suddenly he found that this man was staring at him and not moving his chopsticks. He couldn't help but said: "Master, have you had breakfast?" "
Meng Yuchuan blinked and turned away uncomfortably: "Yes, eat it."
The jade-like face turned red little by little.
