The guard remained silent, looking down at his toes, holding up the token with both hands, strictly abiding by the prince's words - don't look at what you shouldn't see, don't say what you shouldn't say.
I'm so confused that I can't ask anything.
Yun Luo was even more speechless. He took the token and account book and waved his hand, "Okay, you can go down."
As if he had been granted amnesty, the guard immediately clasped his fists and disappeared in a whoosh.
The speed is so fast, it's like there is a ghost chasing behind you...
Is she so scary?
Or should I say, what did that guy Jun Wuchen tell his subordinates?
The corners of Yun Luo's mouth twitched, and then he looked at the account book and token in his hand, and raised his eyebrows.
Since Jun Wuchen took the initiative to send these things up, don't blame her for pretending to be a bully and bullying others...
With a sly smile on her lips, she slowly turned around and entered the room.
For three days, Yun Luo stayed in Prince Jing's Mansion, staying behind closed doors, as if he was unaware of all the happenings in the outside world.
But in fact, there are various actions related to Zuo Xiangfu.
Whether openly or secretly, all kinds of news are constantly passed to her.
Like a big web woven in the dark, invisible and colorless.
But it enveloped the entire capital city.
From Zuo Xiangfu to Yunfu.
Then to the Prince's East Palace, and even to the inner garden of the palace...
One message after another came and went.
Yun Luo seemed to be sitting at the core of the big network, dormant, patiently waiting for the opportunity to come.
There seems to be a layer of dark clouds covering the capital city, and a storm is coming.
Chen Qing Palace.
Late at night, Emperor Cangyun was sitting alone at the table. There was a pot of fragrant hot tea on the table and two small cups next to it.
Slight footsteps came from outside the hall, and a smiling voice sounded.
"It's so late, and my father hasn't rested yet. Could he be waiting for me?"
A smile appeared in Emperor Cangyun's eyes, and he said angrily: "You're already here, why are you trying to scare your father? Come in."
The palace door opened with a creak.
Jun Wuchen wore a low-key dark brocade robe, a silver dragon mask on his face, and walked in slowly with a thin-lipped smile.
As soon as I saw two teacups on the table.
He smiled and said: "Father is really clever. He has guessed that I am coming and has even prepared tea."
He sat down, poured tea with his own hands, and handed a cup to Emperor Cangyun.
"Father, please."
Although they are royal father and son, the relationship between the two is not clear-cut.
Jun Wuchen had no intention of saluting, and Emperor Cangyun was used to it, and took the cup of tea with a half-smile.
"It's not my scheming, but the fact that you chose a good princess, but as soon as you were given the marriage, you got into trouble with the Prime Minister. Can I not ask questions?"
Jun Wuchen smiled and said, "Luo'er never causes trouble. It's always others who provoke her first, and then she fights back. You can't blame her."
"Hey, we haven't even passed the test yet, but you protected her first. I can't even say a word to her."
Emperor Cangyun said amusedly, "Do you really like it that much?"
Jun Wuchen played with the delicate tea cup in his hand, his thin lips slightly hooked, smiling without saying a word.
Emperor Cangyun was almost blinded by his son's smile, couldn't help but choked, and waved his hands helplessly.
"That's all, you always have your own ideas, so I don't ask too many questions. Why do you come here late at night?"
"Of course I came here to ask for grace from my father."
Jun Wuchen then smiled and said, "Tomorrow, Luo'er will come to collect debts. Zuo Xiang is willing to admit defeat. If someone asks for help in front of my father, please don't be partial."
Emperor Cangyun slowly took a sip of tea, raised his eyes and said, "You are probably not asking for this grace for yourself, right?"
"Husband and wife are one body, what difference does it make for her or myself?"