"I wonder what important business your Highness is here for today?" Xuanyuan Xuehen was not vague and went straight to the point.
Murong Canghai is too mysterious. He clearly has an evil smile on his face, but it always makes those who fight him feel nervous and depressed. They can't guess his true intention at all. Xuanyuan Xuehen seems to have the air of a master.
, in fact, it is completely unclear what Murong Canghai’s intention was today.
"Yesterday, I heard from Prime Minister Right that the princess has a complete collection of authentic works by Yan Zhenqing from the Tang Dynasty. Today I came here specifically to visit. I wonder if the princess can borrow the authentic works to satisfy my craving."
Xuanyuan Xuehen was fond of collecting calligraphy and paintings. In her early years, she built a large courtyard in Zuoxiang's Mansion specifically for collecting calligraphy and paintings.
After hearing Murong Canghai make this request, a slightly imperceptible expression appeared in her eyes, but she tried her best to keep her face calm and said——
"The King of the North Academy likes the calligraphy and painting in my mansion. I feel really honored. It's just a pity that there was a rat infestation in the academy a while ago. Many precious calligraphy and paintings were bitten by the damn rats. Unfortunately, Yan Zhenqing was among them. I
After a lot of effort, I can't restore it to its original state. Now every time it sounds, I still feel extremely distressed."
"Oh..." Murong Canghai exclaimed, with a look of disappointment on his face, and said, "That's such a pity, princess."
Xuanyuan Xuehen looked very apologetic and said regretfully——
"I'm really scared that Your Highness made this trip in vain. Please make atonement for Your Highness."
"Princess, there is no need to apologize. This man and his calligraphy and painting are all about fate. You can't force it." Murong Canghai picked up the cup next to him and took a sip. His long and clean fingers seemed to be secretly exerting force.
Su Yueming stood behind Murong Canghai, silent, waiting for news about the "third lady" in the sedan.
Song Feiyan stood behind the screen, looking out through the gap, and her eyes fell on the man sitting on the carved chair——
He has an almost aggressive face, and his movements exude a natural imperial aura. There is a faint luster in his eyes, and the slightly upward eye tips bring out wisps of charm, and the smile on the corner of his lips reveals a trace of evil.
Charm is like poison, but it makes people fall unconsciously and become intoxicated.
Her heart skipped a beat, her face turned red unconsciously, and when she put her hands on her face, she felt so hot.
pity……
She gently stroked the unhealed scars on her face, and her eyes were filled with anger again. It was all Su Yueming, that bitch, who had ruined her face, otherwise she would have been able to go out and receive Murong Canghai with her mother now.
What did he just say?
Want to see all the authentic works of Yan Zhenqing collected by your mother?
Why would the mother lie? Her academy is obviously in good condition, with more than twenty servants taking care of it every day, so how could it possibly be attacked by rats? If it was really attacked by rats, she would probably kill all the servants responsible for cleaning the academy!
Song Feiyan raised her upper lip, dissatisfaction showed in her eyes, thinking, her mother is really stingy, they are just some calligraphy and paintings, why should she hide them from others.
Since she is unwilling to give it, then...
A bold idea flashed through her mind, a hint of joy appeared on her face, and she quickly turned around and headed towards the academy.
"Madam, someone is here from the Prime Minister's Office." At this moment, the servants from the mansion came to the main hall to report.
Someone is coming from the Right Prime Minister's Mansion? How dare they come? Xuanyuan Xuehen's hands suddenly grasped the crossbar of the chair.