Hearing his voice, Yitong frowned and closed his eyes, not wanting to look at the person.
This action of hers clearly aroused him.
Mu Yanqin suppressed his anger and walked over, took a look at the things Mu Xiao brought, and raised his eyebrows. He really didn't expect that this kid actually stole these things.
"Jiuye, I'm doing this for your own good." Mu Xiao didn't think anything was wrong, but he put it away generously and handed it to Zixuan, who was standing aside, "You want everyone in Tianyou Dynasty to know,
Are you a cruel man who tortured the princess to death?"
Zixuan took a breath of air. He was the only one in the entire palace who dared to talk to the Ninth Prince like this. Even Yitong raised a question mark in confusion. How could he, a personal bodyguard, be so unscrupulous in front of Mu Yanqin?
?
Mu Yanqin snorted disdainfully, "Have you finished your work today? Are you here to chat?"
"Yes, yes, if the master says anything, the young one must respond." Mu Xiao complained and retreated slowly.
The room suddenly became silent.
Yitong wanted to turn over, but couldn't move. She could only stiffly meet his cold and intriguing gaze.
"It seems that the princess is fine."
His tone was cold and indifferent. Yitong took a deep breath and opened his eyes slightly, "I'm sorry to disappoint the prince."
The frost between Mu Yanqin's brows became thicker. Did she have to face him like a hedgehog? She was injured like this and she still hadn't learned to put away her sharp claws? What was even more annoying was, why should she?
Show up here!
"Haha," he sneered, "As long as everything is fine. Tomorrow is the Qianqiu Festival, the queen's birthday, and you have to accompany me to the palace to celebrate her birthday."
After that, he turned around and left the house without even looking at her.
Zixuan breathed a sigh of relief and walked over and looked at Yitong worriedly, "Princess, there are complicated etiquette when entering the palace. I'm afraid the princess's body..."
"It's okay," Yitong shook her head and motioned for Zixuan to help her up. When she moved, the wound on her body seemed to open again, and she winced in pain.
No matter how serious her injuries were, in this era and this palace, she still had no choice.
When she learned that Mu Yanqin was going to take Yitong into the palace, Yi Furong was so angry that she threw things in the room again, "Damn it, she is so lucky? Even dozens of whips can't kill her?"
The maid Sinong quickly advised, "Concubine, please don't be angry. I heard that the princess can't get out of bed yet. Even if she can go tomorrow, she will definitely not be able to bear the pain of kneeling down to worship the gods for half an hour. By then, she will be offended.
If she kills the emperor and the queen, she will have to endure it."
Yi Furong gradually calmed down, then turned angry and rejoiced, "Yes, maybe her position as princess will be in doubt..."