If she could, she would choose never to appear in front of this man, because she is not Chu You!
He didn't even think the kiss was dirty, but he roughly pushed her legs apart without any warning. What he wanted to bring her was only pain, not enjoyment.
Surprisingly, Yitong calmed down and her mind was spinning rapidly.
If he hates Chuyou because of Pingting, then she is the only one who can save him.
Yitong took a deep breath and looked at the person next to her with open eyes, a smile that seemed to be successful on her face, "Allow me to remind the prince, what the prince is about to do to me should belong to Pingting."
Mu Yanqin was suddenly stunned, his eyebrows furrowed deeply. No matter what, he would never tolerate comparing Chu You to Pingting.
That is blasphemy, it is blasphemy against Pingting.
"Snapped!"
Mu Yanqin waved his hand violently, and the slap was so painful that Yitong's eyes suddenly turned white, but she knew that she succeeded.
"You don't deserve to mention Pingting. I don't want to hear a word about Pingting from your mouth again!" He quickly got out of bed, grabbed his robe and put it on himself, and left angrily.
The servants of the Fourth Prince's Palace only thought that the princess had once again angered the prince, and it seemed that there was no hope of being favored. In addition, Mu Yanqin had ordered her to move to the most remote and humble "Jian Yunyuan" in the palace.
She was about to be relegated to the "cold palace" forever. What was puzzling was that the princess seemed very happy. When she moved to Jian Yunyuan, she was smiling all day long.
"Princess, the house has been cleaned." The maid named Zixuan was assigned to Yitong by the housekeeper, and she was full of intelligence.
"Well," Yitong walked in, glanced around, and smiled, "This place is really nice."
Zixuan blinked her eyes and looked at the old and crude furnishings and the small room. She really didn't understand what was good about it.
After lunch, Yitong suggested clearing away the weeds in the yard. Zixuan went to call for help, but one of them couldn't be called and two couldn't be invited. She was so angry that she complained as soon as she came back.
"What, these snobbish guys with eyes in the sky, just see that the princess is not favored..."
Shocked to realize that she had made a mistake, she stopped suddenly and looked at Yitong worriedly.
Yitong smiled nonchalantly, "This is human nature, we can just do it ourselves."
"How can that be done? The princess has a noble status, how can she do such a servant thing?"
Yitong stood up, rolled up her sleeves and walked out first, "There is no princess here."
It took an afternoon to finally clean up the yard. Yitong wiped the sweat from her cheeks and looked at the brand-new yard with a satisfied smile. Zixuan next to her couldn't help but admire this unassuming princess.
Somewhat favorable.
In the Yue Teng Pavilion, Mu Yanqin, dressed in black, looked coldly at the two masters and servants who were busy clearing weeds in Jian Yunyuan, and had a clear view of her every move.