No matter how Yi Shuiyue feels, Jun Wuchen only feels that the words have been clearly stated.
He turned to look at Li Chengshou.
Li Chengshou immediately understood: "Then I would like to ask Your Highness. The princess will follow the official to change the route and go to another courtyard. The fairy will stay here temporarily, and the left and right are not far apart."
Jun Wuchen nodded with satisfaction and led Yunluo into the carriage.
Jun Buli and Yun Xiaomo naturally followed.
Before getting on the carriage, Yun Xiaomo specifically looked back at Yi Shuiyue, who was standing on the steps with a stiff expression, and snorted softly in her heart.
Although he is usually very dissatisfied with Jun Wuchen's "unscrupulous stepfather", his mother seems to be quite satisfied and likes her...
As long as my mother likes it, others cannot snatch it away, otherwise...
A sharp cold light flashed in Xiaotuanzi's eyes.
"Xiao Mo? What are you doing outside? Come in quickly." Yun Luo's voice came from the carriage.
"Come right now." Yun Xiaomo responded, bent down and got into the car.
The team started again and soon left the house.
Naturally, the steward's servants also left together. They were originally arranged by Li Chengshou to serve His Highness King Jing.
Not long after, the entrance to the house became empty, leaving only Yi Shuiyue standing upright, her smile disappeared, and her cold face was expressionless.
His eyes were filled with thick haze.
"Young Palace Master..." the two maids called out in fear.
Yi Shuiyue said nothing.
After standing quietly for a while, she suddenly turned around and entered the house. She walked all the way to the door of the room and said coldly: "You all go down. No one is allowed to come near without my order."
"Yes." The two maids responded and left in a hurry.
Yi Shuiyue entered the room with a cold face, closed the door, and said coldly: "I want you to do something for me."
Whoosh!
A faint wisp of wind slipped by.
In the originally empty room, a faint shadow suddenly appeared.
I saw this was a man in gray robe.
Wearing half a mask, only a pair of cold and sharp eyes are exposed. The whole person's aura is erratic, and his sense of existence is extremely weak, just like a shallow shadow in the sun.
If people don’t pay attention, they will ignore it.
"Young Palace Master, please give me your instructions." The man spoke hoarsely, and there was a trace of imperceptible tenderness in his eyes as he looked at Yi Shuiyue.
"Come here." Yi Shuiyue raised her chin slightly, showing her undisguised arrogance.
The man hesitated slightly, stood up, and approached her cautiously, even breathing softly for fear of offending her.
Yi Shuiyue leaned into his ear and whispered a few words quickly, "...do you hear it clearly?"
"Young Palace Master, you will be in danger if you do this." The man frowned slightly, seeming to disagree. He didn't mind Yi Shuiyue's methods, he was just worried that she wouldn't be able to protect herself and might get hurt.
"I have my own sense of discretion. Just do as I say." Yi Shuiyue did not appreciate it and ordered coldly.
"Yes..."
The man lowered his head to accept the order, then disappeared in a flash.
Only Yi Shuiyue was left in the room.
She was sitting at the small table, with her snow-colored skirt touching the floor and her long hair like ink. She was still so pure and beautiful, and she was so beautiful.
However, in a pair of black eyes, there is a heavy haze at this moment, flashing with an astonishing viciousness and ferocious color.
"Yun, Luo." She whispered the name, word by word. It was as if she was going to bite it into pieces, chew it, and grind it into a pulp. It was creepy.