After taking a short rest, the two began to discuss how to renovate the yard. Zixuan suggested building a pergola to escape the heat in the summer, and a swing below. As they were talking, several guards burst in from outside.
"Your Majesty has an order, please move to the Lotus Garden."
Yitong's heart tightened. Judging from this posture, she was definitely not going to drink tea. Zixuan pulled her nervously, "Princess, what happened?"
"Go and have a look." Yitong knew that he would not let her go so easily.
When she arrived at Lotus Garden, she was taken directly into the master bedroom. Mu Yanqin stood in front of the bed with his hands folded, looking at the man on the bed with his eyes closed in pain. The two doctors were busy non-stop.
Yi Furong stood aside, and when she saw Yitong, a sneer appeared on her lips. The show was about to begin, let's see how long she could keep pretending to be arrogant!
"Your Majesty, the princess is here." Mu Xiao reminded in a low voice.
Mu Yanqin slowly turned around, his eyes cold and cold, like a sharp knife, as if it was about to pierce her flesh instantly.
"Kneel down."
His voice was not loud, but it was like a heavy hammer hitting her eardrums.
Yitong frowned and looked at him as if she were a monster. Was the way he tortured her just an inexplicable humiliation? Then she really wanted to sympathize with this man. His hatred was so childish.
"Why?" she wanted to ask, because she still had dignity.
Everyone in the room gasped, and Mu Xiao was even more impressed by this princess. She dared to stand in front of Master Jiu and asked confidently why she was still the first person.
Mu Yanqin raised his cold eyes dangerously, and slowly approached her step by step. As he approached, Yi Tong clearly felt that his breathing began to become burdened, and the hostility from him formed a picture.
The huge net bound her whole body. It seemed that she wanted to escape, scream, or even beg for help, but it was all in vain.
"Lian'er was poisoned." He stared at her pool-like eyes, unable to see what else was buried there, "She said she ate something I brought from you."
Zixuan was stunned. The first thing she thought of was the bowl of ginseng soup.
"So what?"
"Hiss~" There was another inhalation sound in the room, and Zixuan was so anxious that she was about to cry. I really don't know what the princess is thinking. She can just say no, or she doesn't know. Why does she offend the prince again and again?
"How?" Mu Yanqin's hand gently touched her slender neck, caressing her there slowly. Yitong suppressed the thought of jumping away and looked directly into his increasingly cold eyes.
He exerted force on her hand and squeezed her with one hand, but still had a cold smile on his face, "You were the one who poisoned me, right?"
"Ahem... let go, let go..."
Yitong slapped her desperately, but her iron-like hand could not move.
Yi Furong lowered her gaze, and the smile at the corner of her mouth widened.