Returning to Prince Xia's Mansion again, Mu Yan felt embarrassed.
Silently accepting the strange looks from people passing by, Mu Yan took Yan Hong back to his courtyard without saying a word.
He sat on the bed next to the stove with an indifferent expression and looked straight at Yan Hong who was standing on the ground.
My heart is full of emotions.
Although he always felt that this girl was a little different, Mu Yan never expected that Yan Hong would have such an identity.
Until now, she still doesn't know the reason why Yan Hong has been lurking around her.
He shouldn't have brought that clumsy Ruizhu with him to murder Xia Yifeng.
That would just be shooting yourself in the foot.
But if not "Yan Hong, there are certain things that you should tell me clearly."
Mu Yan frowned slightly and asked straight to the point.
"Everyone knows how I have treated you during this period.
Now I only ask you, are you an enemy or a friend to me?
I want to hear the truth."
After holding her breath and making sure that there was no one breathing outside the door, Yan Hong sighed slowly.
Looking at Mu Yan with burning eyes, looking at this delicate-faced woman, she slowly said: "Yan Hong had no intention of deceiving Madam, but there are some things that I can't tell you now.
What Yan Hong wants to say is, Madam, please rest assured.
I have absolutely no intention, I just want to protect my wife safely until she leaves here."
The famous master of Piaomiao Palace in the world will take the initiative to protect his own safety.
Mu Yan asked himself sarcastically in his mind, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Okay, you said it, then I believe you.
I don't care what your purpose is in coming to Prince Xia's Mansion, but since I already regard you as my own Now, I hope you won’t lie to me.
I’ll go to Ruizhu and find Xia Yifeng.”
The cold wind was blowing outside the house, and he was sitting by the fire with mixed emotions.
Looking at the snowy scene outside the window, Mu Yan waited for Xia Yifeng to come to him.
Dark clouds blocked the weak sunshine in early winter, making the house look a little dark.
There was a white porcelain vase on the table, with two or three sprigs of white alum flowers in it.
The aroma was very light, and was soon annihilated by the rich aroma of Mu Yan's tea.
He drank tea with gloomy eyes.
Now, whether Mu Yancheng admits it or not, he is in a disadvantaged position.
Xia Yifeng's step-by-step management not only made the crown prince lose, but also made her lose so miserably for the first time.
The sound of the door being pushed open disturbed Mu Yan's leisurely elegance.
He raised his eyes slightly and looked at Xia Yifeng, who was exuding cold air and with flakes of snow on his head.
A hint of boredom flashed in Mu Yan's eyes.
The white clothes are fluttering, and the sculpture-like facial features carry a sense of desolation that would repel people thousands of miles away.
After gently closing the door to block the cold air blowing in from outside, Xia Yifeng's expression began to change as she turned to look at Mu Yan, who was sitting by the stove and leisurely drinking hot tea.
The irritable heart also calmed down a bit.
There was a faint smile on his face, and his dark eyes were as clear as a stream, quiet and elegant, with a hint of sadness in his tranquility.
Xia Mingyi's imprisonment caused more and more ministers in the court to lean towards him.
In just one day, Xia Yifeng had seen too many hypocritical expressions.
At this time, facing Mu Yan's undisguised indifference, he even felt a little happy.
He strode to Mu Yan's side, threw the mink fur aside, reached out to pick up the half-drunk cup of tea in front of Mu Yan, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Your Majesty, you are not afraid that I have poisoned this tea."
He glanced at Xia Yifeng sarcastically, and Mu Yan sneered and said, "I finally got what I wanted.
Your Majesty, shouldn't you be careful at this time?
What if?"
If you lose your life, it’s not just that all your efforts have been wasted.”
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"It doesn't matter if I die in Yan'er's hands."
Replied Mu Yan's taunt with a smile, Xia Yifeng reached out and poured herself another cup of tea without caring.
"You know it all" "I know a lot of things, which one is the prince referring to?"
Xia Yifeng smiled slightly as he heard Mu Yan calling him "Prince" one after another.
"There are only you and me here, so why should Yan'er pretend to be confused with me."
Being as smart as her, Xia Yifeng knew that Mu Yan would not be able to guess that all of this was his own doing.
In Xia Yifeng's eyes, the former Mu Yan was innocent, indifferent, and a helpless little girl who was at her mercy.
But now, she is very good at using that gentle and kind smile to hide the coldness in the depths of her eyes and the resourcefulness in her head. " Where else can we go?”
"Haha."
Listening to Xia Yifeng's deep words, Mu Yan couldn't help but sneer.
"Whether Xia Mingyi is dead or alive, what does it have to do with me?
The world is huge and there is no place for me, Mu Yan.
Xia Yifeng, you look down on me a little too much."
Thinking of all the things this man had done to him, Mu Yan's cold eyes couldn't help but feel an extra layer of hatred.
"I went back to Xia Mansion because Ruizhu is in your hands and I can't do anything about it.
Do you think you can trap me for a lifetime by using the people around me to trap me?"
Xia Yifeng's mouth was suddenly blocked by Xia Yifeng, and his eyes widened instantly.
He looked at Junyan who was enlarged in front of him.
The tongue that suddenly broke into his mouth made Mu Yan hold his breath in his throat, and there was an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach.
Struggling to get rid of Xia Yifeng's control, Mu Yan hurriedly pushed his body.
After several attempts without success, he inadvertently glanced at the teapot on the table, and an idea flashed in his mind, without even thinking about it.
Thinking about it, he reached out and picked up the teapot with hot tea, and poured it on Xia Yifeng.
She was hiding in embarrassment.
Xia Yifeng didn't expect that Mu Yan would come up with such a move.
She rolled aside in disgrace and sat up.
Just about to scold Mu Yan, he saw her kneeling there with a pale face and retching. , Xia Yifeng couldn't help but be stunned.
"Yan'er, are you okay?"
Xia Yifeng asked nervously, taking two steps forward to Mu Yan's side and reaching out to pat her back.
"What can I do?"
He turned around calmly and knocked off Xia Yifeng's hand.
Mu Yan took a big breath to suppress his urge to vomit.
Her belly has gradually grown.
If she hadn't been wearing these loose and baggy ancient clothes, she might have been noticed by others.
Noticing Xia Yifeng's somewhat suspicious gaze, Mu Yan curled his lips and continued with a sneer.
"My injuries haven't healed yet, and I was framed by you, Prince, and sent to the dungeon for so long.
Do you think it's unusual for me to have typhoid fever and not be able to eat anything?"
The frown slowly relaxed.
Xia Yifeng looked at Mu Yan's pale and weak face, and the anger in her heart slowly calmed down.
Fuyi stood up, took a deep look at Mu Yan, then turned and left the room, leaving Mu Yan sitting there alone.
He breathed a heavy sigh of relief and sat on the ground.
Mu Yan mockingly touched his slightly bulging belly, despising his panic just now.
The arrogant Prince Xia will notice his different reaction.
Xia Yifeng, who has never loved him, will notice that she is pregnant.
Haha, she is really dreaming.
Slowly getting up and lying back on the bed, Mu Yan reluctantly planned his way out of the Xia Mansion: