Yi Tong is very aware of her situation. Without Mu Yanqin, Mu Youzhi will have complete control over her. Maybe she has fallen out of the wolf's den and into the snake's den. It is better to stay in the Nine Princes' Mansion and take the initiative.
In one's own hands.
"On the fifteenth day of every month, you find a way to come to me. I don't want to bother." After Yitong dropped these words, she opened the door and walked out.
Mu Youzhi took the handkerchief from Ruan Zhong and gently wiped the corners of his mouth. The sweetness of her blood was still left in his mouth. He lowered his eyes, gathering away the withering there, and said in an extremely indifferent tone, "Pay more attention
Those over there.”
Ruan Zhong understood and responded.
The sun was a bit dazzling, and Yitong sat down against the red pillar beside the corridor with her head dazed. She made a rough estimate that she had almost sucked at least a lot of blood from that guy Mu Youzhi. She had just been whipped the day before yesterday, and she lost it again today.
She almost admired herself for being able to hold on with so much blood and not fall down.
The stab wound on her wrist hurt slightly. She glanced at the blood-soaked veil and frowned.
Suddenly, the sunlight above her head was blocked by a huge figure. She raised her head and squinted her eyes, trying to see the person clearly. Unexpectedly, he grabbed her wrist.
The pain during the pulling made Yitong cry out in pain, "It hurts..."
"What's going on?" She was startled when she heard the other party's accusing questioning voice, "Your Majesty?"
With a dark face, Mu Yanqin tore off the handkerchief wrapped around her wrist, staring at her bleeding wound, and said with a hint of anger in his cold voice, "Who hurt you?"
The bad tone immediately made Yitong wake up. She withdrew her hand and put down her sleeve to cover it, "It was cut accidentally."
"A cut? What kind of thing could cut it so neatly? And cut it on the inside of your wrist?"
"I almost fainted just now. Fortunately, the young prince helped me in time. As for this injury..." Yitong raised her clear eyes and looked straight into his cold and unpredictable eyes, "That's how it was when I woke up, my concubine.
I don’t know where it was injured.”
"That's really strange," Mu Yanqin's eyes swept to both sides, then fell deep into the corridor, with an indifferent arc at the corner of his mouth, "Is there any secret hidden in this palace?"
"Brother Ninth! Brother Ninth!"
Muzixiao ran over from afar and was obviously relieved when he saw Yitong. Then, his playful eyes fell back and forth on the two of them, "Brother Ninth doesn't believe me? He even came out to find Sister-in-law Ninth himself.
?”
Mu Yanqin covered the blood-stained handkerchief behind his back as if unintentionally, and glanced at him coldly, "If she is rude here, my face will be tarnished." After saying that, he pulled Yitong and turned around.
Let's go, "Father is going to summon us, so hurry up and leave."
"Just come." Mu Zixiao tilted his head and stared at them. After seeing the distance that Yitong deliberately kept from him, his unruly handsome face raised a faint smile.