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He Lan Xue's expression darkened. She then replied in a muffled voice, "Yes."

"However, the imperial government is currently after the prince." Little Right said worriedly.

"Of course I have a way." He Lan Xue comforted her and then turned around. She then lifted the curtain of the sedan, and called to the person inside: "Yi, who do you think this is?"

After the carriage came to a halt, the servant took the opportunity to doze off. Hearing what was said, she lowered her head and hurriedly opened her eyes to take a look. She then became excited and said, "Little right!"

It was a great pleasure to meet an old friend in the country.

The little Right felt more and more warm. "A Xue's lazy wife also came."

She smiled and nodded, not at all angry.

"We still need to hurry into the city. Where do you live now? I'll bring my wife to see you tonight. " Seeing that the others were gathering over, she quickly ended the meeting and asked.

"Alright, then I'll see you tonight, Your Highness." Little Right quickly gave an address, then closed the palanquin and nonchalantly said to the others, "No problem, let them pass."

The soldier guarding the pass immediately raised his hand to release the horse. Yi Jian quickly added a whip to the horse's abdomen.

The wheels rolled as they quickly entered the capital that had been left for a long time.

After travelling for a long time, they finally arrived at the Penglai Inn that Feng Jiu mentioned. Yi Jian jumped off the carriage and extended a hand to help He Lan Xue up.

He Lan Xue's right hand was no longer as stiff as it was before, but she was still unable to move freely. He held Yi Jian and lightly fell down, then bent his body to support her.

However, her movements were a step too fast. She had already used both hands to support the shaft of the carriage as she stung her feet and climbed down.

Unexpectedly, the shaft of the carriage was very tall. She was lying on the carriage frame, pulling left and right with her hands for a long time before finally touching the ground. Then, like water grasses, she slowly slid down the carriage frame.

"I'll book three rooms." Yi Jian held in his laughter as he looked at his wife who was swaying unsteadily, looking disgraceful. Afraid that his laughter would desecrate the esteemed wangfei, he quickly pulled away from her.

He walked over and put an arm through her hair. He rubbed her hair and said with a smile, "People who don't know anything would think that I am bullying you."

She raised her head and looked at He Lan Xue expressionlessly. The meaning of her eyes was: You have always bullied me.

He Lan Xue hastily covered her eyes with her idle right hand. She laughed and said, "Ah, today's weather is pretty good. Let's rest early."

Her lover was speechless.

She had promised him that she would wait until his right hand recovered before she left. However, He Lan Xue's right hand seemed to be severely injured. Until today, they could only occasionally move about, but life was still impossible for them to take care of themselves.

— I wonder how long it will take?

She wasn't in a hurry anyway, she was just a little worried. It was called He Lan Xue, it was called Yan Han.

After entering the Penglai Inn, Yi Jian took the two room signs and waited in the hall.

When Yi Jian saw them, he walked up to them and said, "My lord, there are a lot of visitors coming to the capital these few days. There are only two rooms left in the inn."

"It's fine. My wife can share a room with me." He then turned to the other person with a fake smile and asked, "You don't mind, do you?"

Eunuch Wu was stunned for a moment.

Yi Jian was exasperated as he thought, "Looking at Prince's sinister expression, I'm afraid I've been hoping to share a room with Princess Hua-Yang along the way."

Now, he finally got what he wanted!

Yi Jian thought to himself, "Again, he used impure words to desecrate his own prince. This is a heinous crime, a heinous crime."

However …

Yi Jian, who was walking at the front, turned his head again and looked at He Lan Xue who had walked with her to the stairs: that calculating face, that bright smile, that spring color.

It was easy for them to make it to the last step: the two above, near the top of the stairs, with the windows facing the street, and the noise of the people coming and going below.

The three of them went back to their rooms and each of them cleaned up. He Lan Xue no longer ordered her to do anything, but she still insisted on having her help with the clothes.

As the small, meaty hands fastened his collar, Houlan looked down at the top of the crow's head. That stupid hand of hers seemed to caress his heart. An illusion of happiness.

Just want to get up in the morning and have her dress up for him.

Every day, like a poison, it went deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper, unable to be cured.

Her lover's movements had also become slightly more skilled. Previously, she would only need to struggle for an hour, but now, it would only take a third of an hour.

Great progress. Indeed, diligence makes up for incompetence!

"Your clothes are dirty too. Change a bit." After he had changed his clothes, He Lan Xue kindly reminded him.

Her lover 'oh' for a moment, then turned around and began to take off her clothes.

Even if the lover didn't avoid him like a man, he still had to treat himself like a man!

What a gentleman would do was to disrespect him.

When the two of them were done cleaning up, He Lan Xue was about to suggest that they go down and eat something. At the same time, she also wanted to inquire about Feng Jiu's information. However, she suddenly heard a commotion downstairs.

From the sound of it, there seemed to be someone who was trying to take over the room and chase them away, while the boss was on the side begging for help.

"What?!" A man with a loud and clear voice said, "Do you know who it is that wants to come here to eat in a while?"

"Great sir, it's not that the store is not willing to receive us, but there will be more frequent customers coming later. They had already booked a table a long time ago." It seemed that the boss was someone who kept his word and still tried to defend himself.

"It's Lord Pei!" The man impatiently interrupted him, "If His Excellency Pei wants to entertain a Godly Doctor outside of Fang, then that Godly Doctor has specially come to treat the empress dowager's illness! If you were to groan again, it would be disrespectful to the empress dowager, to His Majesty, and to Lord Pei! This is treason! "It's a collusion!"

Countless big hats were pushed down on the boss, causing him to sweat profusely and remain silent.

The man rolled his eyes at him and continued to call for everyone to clear the area.

Yi Ren and He Lanxue went up to the railing and stood in an inconspicuous corner to look down: they saw five or six big and sturdy warriors pushing the original guests out of the inn. The warriors acted very roughly, and when they saw that there were a few of them who looked like rich people among them, they brazenly took off their money bags and laughed arrogantly.

As for the people on scene, including the surrounding crowd, they all had expressions of being angry but not saying anything.

He Lan Xue saw this with her eyes. She was angry, but her face was bland.

He took hold of her quietly and stepped back again.

The room was dark, and the reflection of the room fell on them, covering their movements perfectly.

The people downstairs were in a great hurry and did not care about the tenants upstairs.

Yi Jian also quietly came behind He Lan Xue and asked in a low voice: "My prince, do you want to chase them all away?"

"Don't be impatient, don't cause trouble." She then continued to focus on the stairs.

After a while, there was no one downstairs.

The few men stood in a line from left to right with their hands behind their backs, looking extremely mighty. Someone brought a roll of red carpet from the aisle in the middle and slowly spread it all the way until it was in front of the booth in the middle.

For a time, the inn was extremely quiet.

The owner and the waiter didn't dare to walk around carelessly. They hid behind the counter and looked at the door timidly.

Another moment passed.

The sound of the gongs and drums could be heard. "Pa La Pa La" was the official voice of the Clearing of the Dao. It was obvious that a powerful and noble person had come.

The citizens dispersed one by one.

Behind the guard of honor was a sedan chair decorated with blue silk and a huge pearl inlaid on the roof. It was very eye-catching under the sunlight, and one could tell that it was quite expensive with a single glance.

The eight people carrying the palanquin were also wearing cyan short-sleeves. They were all handsome and had steady steps; apparently, they had been specially selected and trained.

The sedan stopped in front of the inn.

Just as the inn owner was about to greet them with a smile, one of the warriors threatened, "You don't have to do anything," before another beautiful young girl came out from behind the palanquin. The young girl held the tray in one hand and gently lifted the palanquin curtain with the other.

The young girl's voice was gentle like a nightingale.

"Milord, we have arrived."

A foot stepped out, wearing a navy patchwork suit with a bright, unstained hem.

Boots made of calfskin stepped on the red carpet.

The girl knelt down to the side and lifted the tray filled with clean water. It was taller than the top of his head, and there was a respectful look on its face.

The curtain of the sedan was finally completely lifted. The person inside stooped and stepped out. Their gait was calm and unhurried, but there was a hint of deterrence in it.

Suddenly, her eyes widened.

The man had already straightened himself and was looking down at them indifferently.

His expression was foreign to her. A strange indifference, a strange arrogance.

However, with that appearance, that mental state, and that warmth that was like water, if he wasn't Pei Ruochen, who else could he be?!

Pei Ruochen was dressed in a brand-new navy suit with a jade belt and a sash hanging down from her waist, giving her overly cold outfit a warm glow and a strange smell of makeup. Pei Ruochen's face was even whiter than before, almost transparent. Straight nose, light pursed lips, a pair of barely discernible eyelids, long eyelashes drooping, and a pair of sickly eyes — all of these gave one a transparent illusion.

Like a veil over a dream.

He looked at the crowd kneeling on the ground through the veil. His expression was indifferent and cold to the bone.

Pei Ruochen then slightly bent her waist, washed her hands on a plate, and flicked away some water before walking over to the private room.

"Get up." Once he was seated, he said lightly.

Everyone stood up and respectfully stood to the side with their heads bowed.

Pei Ruochen ignored them as she sat down at the table, picked up a cup of tea and sipped on it.

As for the servants at the side, they didn't even dare to breathe loudly. The inn was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard.

Her lover subconsciously took a step forward, as if he wanted to go out and recognize her, but was stopped by He Lan Xue. She didn't say anything and just stared blankly at Pei Ruochen who was downstairs.