Coming to live in the Prime Minister's Mansion? What on earth is Murong Canghai thinking?
After her rebirth, she disliked uncertain people and things, but he filled her with uncertainty from the first day he appeared, which made her very uncomfortable.
"King of the North Campus, please!" He was still in shock when he heard Su Buqing's voice coming from outside.
"Thank you, Prime Minister Su." The next thing I heard was Murong Canghai's voice that seemed polite but was actually indifferent and cold.
Su Yueming stood up and walked to the door of the courtyard. She looked out through the crack in the door and saw Murong Canghai standing at the door of Zhuqin Garden. Her father Su Buqing was standing beside him with a bow. Beside Murong Canghai, there were elite guards.
Standing behind him without exception.
Although Su Buqing was a high-ranking prime minister, he could only maintain a humble and cautious attitude in front of Murong Canghai——
Since he couldn't offend the King of Beiyuan because he was afraid of angering him, he broke the alliance and started a war with Zhou Dynasty in a fit of anger. Then Su Buqing would definitely kill everyone in his family;
But he represents the Zhou Dynasty after all, so his attitude cannot be too humble, otherwise he will lose the majesty of the Zhou Dynasty and the emperor.
In short, he could only carefully balance his attitude between humility and dignity.
The job that the emperor gave him was really a very difficult job.
Murong Canghai seemed to have noticed something. He suddenly turned around and looked at the crack of Su Yueming's door. Su Yueming quickly looked away and turned sideways to prevent Murong Canghai from noticing that she was standing at the door looking at him with her face showing
He had a rare expression of embarrassment.
But because the movement was too sudden, she didn't stop. She stepped back and accidentally hit the wall. The back of her head was hit with a loud bang, which hurt so much.
There was a rare expression of annoyance on her face.
"Miss Third, please come over now, madam. Why are you standing behind this door? What happened to your head? Did you hit it?" Her head was still hurting, but the door was suddenly pushed open, and she had no time.
When I stood up straight, I heard Huang's mother's surprised voice and shocked expression.
Su Buqing turned around and saw that her daughter, who had just been named a clan concubine and was usually calm and self-possessed, had an uncomfortable look on her face.
But Murong Canghai's eyes contained a hint of meaningful smile.
"Yue Ming, why are you standing over there?" Su Buqing asked. Since he knew that this daughter was granted the title of Clan Ji because of her merits in dealing with disasters, he had to look at her differently. Now, she even speaks much more politely and kindly.
Su Yueming put away the strange look on her face and said calmly, "Grandma sent a message, my daughter is on her way over." After saying that, she bowed to Su Buqing and Murong Canghai, and then followed Huang's mother to Yonghe Garden.
Murong Canghai looked at her back, but the smile in his eyes deepened. Su Yueming didn't have to look back, but she could feel his blazing gaze, which made her whole body feel like a light on her back.
When they arrived at Yonghe Garden, they saw the old lady sitting on a chair in the middle, with a martial arts belt wrapped around her head and a huge sapphire inlaid in the middle. She was smelling the incense in front of her with half-squinted eyes. Su Yueming signaled the other maids to retreat.
After going down, she walked over to take Zijuan's hand and made tea soup for her on the fire nearby. She used tweezers to take out the tea ingredients in the tea soup and put some new ones in it.
She felt a little breathless, her head still hurt, and her hands holding the tweezers were a little unsteady. What she was thinking about was the scene at the door just now.