For Mu Yanqin, he would never let this matter go. Mu Qinghuai was anxious to return to the city and made a dangerous move, hoping to use force to get the secret order. Perhaps he knew that the plan failed.
He left the city and returned to the border the next day without disturbing anyone.
However, offending him, Mu Yanqin, is undoubtedly asking for death, even if this person is his sixth brother.
After two days of recovery, Yitong's injury was almost healed. But she had been thinking about Mu Yanqin's injury in her heart. She learned from Zixuan that he had no time to spare after returning home and entered the palace that day.
After struggling for a long time, she finally decided to go see him.
When she walked into Mi Feng Pavilion, she heard Zhuo Lian's gentle voice, "Prince, please eat some more, Lian'er has been working hard for you for a long time."
She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in her heart. It turned out that he had always been very good. Why should she be worried when someone was by her side? She laughed at herself, turned around and was about to leave, but she heard a call from inside.
"Who's out there?"
She was startled, but knowing that Mu Yanqin had a good hearing, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk in.
"It's me."
Mu Yanqin raised his eyebrows and raised the corners of his mouth slightly in pleasure, "Why don't you come in when you're here?"
The moment she saw her, Zhuo Lian's face looked a little ugly, and she quietly approached Mu Yanqin and said, "Your Highness, please eat some more."
Yitong averted her gaze, not looking at the deep affection between the two of them, and said calmly, "I just came here to see if you are feeling better. It seems that there is nothing serious now. I'm leaving."
"Who said I'm healed?" Mu Yanqin sat up straight, picked up the tree stick and cane next to him, and walked towards her. Zhuo Lian exclaimed, "Your Majesty, be careful of the wound."
Yi Tong raised her eyes and stared at him, "I see you have a good appetite, it doesn't look like you are not."
Mu Yanqin suddenly smiled evilly and leaned into her ear, "You are much cuter when you are jealous than when you are cold."
Yitong's cheeks were slightly red, and she looked away uncomfortably, "What are you talking about?"
"Haha," he chuckled, putting one hand on her shoulder, "I'm tired, help me to the bed to rest?"
Tired?
Yitong frowned and glanced at him, he had obviously just stepped off the bed!
"My lord, let Lian'er help you. The princess has just recovered from her serious illness." Zhuo Lian gritted her teeth, forced out a sweet smile, and was about to come over.
Yitong looked at her, closed her eyes slightly, and said in a cold voice, "Concubine Lian is really considerate, but I don't need to do this for you." She held his waist with one hand, grabbed him with the other, and walked slowly to him.
Beside the bed.
Zhuo Lian bit her lips, suppressed the jealousy in her heart, and said in a deep voice, "Lian'er will leave first."
When she walked out, Mu Yanqin let out a muffled laugh, which made Yitong's cheeks turn even redder.
"What are you laughing at?"
Mu Yanqin sat on the bed, but did not let go of his hand, but pulled her closer, "I like your jealous look very much."