"What's the matter?" Yu Wenhui lowered his head, with a serious look on his face, and looked through the memorial in his hand regularly without raising his head.
"Visitors came to the mansion today, and this is their token." The visitor bowed forward and handed the thing in his hand to the father-in-law who was waiting next to him.
"Oh?" It's not unusual for visitors to come to the Prince's Mansion, but it's worth noting that he has a token. Since becoming the prince, he has rarely returned to the Prince's Mansion and usually lives in the palace temporarily, so many things in the Prince's Mansion are not his fault.
To deal with it, something that the housekeeper can specially send someone to deliver is definitely not an ordinary thing.
He took the token and immediately frowned, with a gloomy look in his eyes. This token was not sent by the Prince's Palace, but another token that could meet him, the descendants of Tianluo.
Although it is a cooperative relationship, it can be said that he hates the Tianluo organization deeply, because the so-called cooperation is usually forced, and it may also be said to be a grafting of guilt. This guilt comes from
Yu Murong Qiuyun, mother and son.
He knew about the Gu fetus and was involved in it. The agreement made at that time was that he would personally cultivate the Gu fetus. That was the condition. No matter how you put it, it was his child, but he couldn't do anything because of this child.
Or Murong Qiuyun gave up the throne and his life. This selfish guilt was grafted into the Tianluo organization.
But because of this, he responded to Murong Qiuyun and his son's requests, which can be said to be a kind of compensation.
"Who came here and can live in the mansion now?"
"The two young men who came here were received by the Crown Princess in person. I heard that one of them is named Murong Qiufeng and the other is Yun Feiyang. They have left now."
"What..." Yu Wenhui's hand holding the sign paused, and he looked up at the people below in astonishment, his eyes full of sharpness, "Who are you talking about?"
"Murong Qiufeng and Yun Feiyang?"
Yu Wenhui opened his mouth and his expression became complicated, "What does the Murong Qiufeng you mentioned look like?"
Although the people below were confused about the prince's change, they responded seriously, "That man is extremely handsome."
"He's still here." Yu Wenhui suddenly sighed weakly, put down the things in his hands, leaned back, closed his eyes gently, and pinched his eyebrows, looking a little tired.
After a while, he spoke again, "Check where they live and send someone to keep an eye on them secretly. Don't disturb them. Tell the housekeeper that if they come to the house again and do whatever they want, try not to stop them."
"As commanded."
Since Murong Qiufeng is here, you don't need to pry to know what he is for. Apart from Murong Qiuyun, what else can attract him to come here in person.
In fact, he really wanted to see him, but he didn't dare because he was afraid of seeing his questioning words and angry expression.
It's really ridiculous to say that Yu Wenhui had been afraid of something, but now he was afraid of a man glaring at him and showing his disappointment.
He and Murong Qiufeng didn't have much interaction at all. They only met two or three times. At that time, Murong Qiufeng's impression of him was just that of an extremely handsome young man. This was also the source of his slight interest in him.
Yu was curious about the reason why Shangguan Ye was attracted.
But sometimes, curiosity is the beginning of paying attention to a person, and when you really pay attention to this person, that person has already left a shadow in your heart.
This feeling was so weak at first that he didn't notice it at all, but after returning home and getting along with Murong Qiuyun, it gradually became apparent. Many times, he actually wanted to keep looking for his shadow in Murong Qiuyun.
I always compare two people, and as I think about it, I realize that I seem to be overthinking it.
Later, he even deliberately sent people to Yanguo secretly to pay attention to his news. However, Shangguan Ye noticed it later and received a warning from that guy. After that, he didn't know anything about it. Later, he became busy in the coup.
, I just occasionally look at Murong Qiuyun and wonder, what is this person doing now? Is he already with Shangguan Ye?
Every time he thought about the possibility of the two of them being together, he was repelled, so gradually, he spent less time to see Murong Qiuyun. Perhaps this could be said to be a kind of escape.
He just secretly planned in his heart that after Murong Qiuyun gave birth to the child, no matter what, he would straighten her up and make her the Crown Princess, the future Queen, as compensation for her. As for the current Crown Princess, I'm sorry, he
Never admitted it.
After a while, someone came to the Prince's Mansion again, but the news they brought this time made him unable to calm down even more, and Murong Qiuyun fainted.
Now Murong Qiuyun is at a critical moment, even the slightest abnormality is the most fatal danger to her.
He had no intention of reading any more and could only sigh, "Prepare the sedan and go back home."
"What's going on?" As soon as he entered Qiuyuan, Yu Wenhui asked the people outside with a stern face, but his eyes were coldly looking at Song Lige, who was sitting leisurely in the yard drinking tea. It didn't take a guess to know that he must be with him again.
This woman has connections.
The surrounding servants all looked at each other in confusion, secretly looking at the Crown Princess, lowering their heads and not daring to speak.
Yu Wenhui walked towards Song Lige with a gloomy face, gritting his teeth, "Lige, I don't know if you can explain it."
"I don't know much about this concubine. I only know that Mrs. Qiuyun suddenly fainted when she was excited while chatting. What exactly happened? Shouldn't His Highness ask the imperial doctor?" Song Lige gently put down the tea cup and played with his nails.
, said in a very enchanting tone.
Yu Wenhui's expression became even more ugly. Normally Song Lige would pretend to maintain the relationship between the two of them, but today he actually spoke coldly to her. He was already extremely disgusted with this woman, and today he was even more furious.
He bowed slightly, stretched out his hand to hold Song Lige's wrist, lowered his head, and whispered ambiguously in her ear, "Song Lige, you are not qualified to challenge this prince's bottom line. Don't forget, where is this place? If you want to
If you can walk out of here intact, it's best to stay calm. In this world, there are many ways to make people live well, but life is worse than death."
After saying that, he shook off her hand, turned around with a cold snort, and strode towards Murong Qiuyun's room.
Song Lige had a dark face, gritted his teeth, turned his head and glared at Yu Wenhui's back, and held the wrist that had just been held with one hand. There was a big red circle on it, and it started to look purple. It can be imagined that just now
How powerful is it.
Yu Wenhui, you want to threaten me, so what if the prince is just someone else's puppet. If you want to make life difficult for me, I will never make it easy for you.