"You!" Pu Yang was furious. He snorted coldly, glared at Hua Jiuye, and turned to walk out of the courtyard.
"Oh, I remember now," Hana Kuya suddenly called out softly from behind.
"Where is Master?" Puyang turned around.
Hua Jiuye looked at Puyang and smiled innocently, "Yangyang, I just suddenly remembered that yesterday, Boss Feng from the rouge shop said that a batch of high-quality rouge was coming today and told me to remember to pick it up." She then covered her mouth and smiled, "How come you are still as innocent and cute as when you were a child?"
Pu Yang's face turned ashen. He suppressed his anger and said, word by word, "You damned freak, if you dare to call me that again, believe me, I'll burn your damned Peach Blossom Garden down right now."
Hua Jiuye chuckled awkwardly and wisely shut his mouth. He dared not gamble his precious peach blossom garden with this madman, Puyang.
“Little Yangyang… cough, I’m telling you, Puyang, if you want to find me, you should go and see Miss Liancheng. I just saw that I went there after returning from the Prime Minister’s residence.”
Hua Jiuye promptly changed her form of address, seemingly offering a kind reminder. Seeing Puyang's increasingly ashen face, Hua Jiuye smiled even more smugly, winking at Puyang in an ambiguous manner, her hair fluttering in the breeze.
Puyang stood there, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.
Hana Kuya! I'll show you what fear truly means!
Inside the Hibiscus Pavilion, a purple-gold double dragon incense burner burns with the finest sandalwood. Two figures, one in white and one in purple, are sitting in front of a chessboard, playing a game of chess.
"Cheng'er, you've lost again." As the man's soft voice fell, the black piece on his fingertip also gently landed, and the white piece was immediately trapped, while the black piece had already occupied most of the territory.
Staring at the chessboard where the outcome was already decided, Liancheng smiled silently, put the remaining white pieces back into the chess box, and looked up at the handsome man opposite him, "Master's chess skills are superb, Liancheng is convinced of his defeat."
The man smiled faintly, gently toying with the chess pieces in his hand. "Is it because my chess skills are superb, or is Cheng'er distracted and thinking about something else?"
The man slowly raised his eyes, his clear gaze falling on Liancheng's face.
Liancheng was taken aback, then lowered his eyes. "Liancheng deserves to die."
The man looked away. "Get up. I was just saying it casually. Why do you have to kneel down so readily?"
Liancheng paused for a moment, then nodded. "Thank you, Master."
Just as Liancheng stood up, Puyang entered the room. He was slightly startled, then quickly stood up and retreated behind the man.
Puyang was also slightly taken aback, then stepped forward and bowed to the man, saying, "Master."
The man put down his pen, his expression indifferent. "Is everything taken care of?"
Puyang nodded. "The person has already been placed in the Prince's residence, but..."
Covert Protection (Part Two)
The man put down his pen, his expression indifferent. "Is everything taken care of?"
Puyang nodded. "The person has already been placed in the Prince's residence, but..."
Puyang, who always spoke his mind, was clearly hesitant at this moment. Liancheng was taken aback, then looked up and saw deep confusion in Puyang's eyes. Her brows furrowed slightly as she looked at the man opposite her.
"Just what?" Sensing his hesitant attitude, the man suddenly spoke, his tone still indifferent.
Puyang nodded, thought for a moment, and then added, "But since you have already given the Blood Kite to that young lady, why go to the trouble of having your subordinates arrange for people to protect it secretly?"
Liancheng was stunned, his eyes flashed slightly, and he suddenly looked at Puyang with disbelief on his face. "Master, did you give the Blood Kite to that young lady from the Prime Minister's family?"
At that time, there was a bamboo-covered waterside pavilion.
Meng Wan leaned back on the soft couch, lost in thought for several hours. She didn't even notice when Xiao Yun'er entered the room until a gust of wind swept past her and the object in her hand was snatched away. Only then did she snap back to reality.
Turning around, there was Xiao Yun'er's interested little face, staring intently at the whistle she had snatched from Meng Wan's hand. When Meng Wan came to her senses, she widened her eyes and looked at her, saying, "What a pretty whistle! Sister, did you just buy it? Can you give it to me?"
"No." Meng Wan was taken aback, then reached out to snatch it, but Xiao Yun'er nimbly dodged her, darted several feet away, and pouted: "Sister, I really like it, just give it to me!"
Xiao Yun'er is the best at acting cute, and Meng Wan always indulges her. But she can't give her this whistle: "Yun'er, be good and give it back to me. It belongs to someone else. I'm just keeping it safe for you. You still have to return it to the owner."
"You're lying!" Xiao Yun'er clearly didn't believe it: "It's just a whistle, who would want it back? Sister, you're just lying."
"Really, I'm not lying to you!" Meng Wan was anxious, so she simply got up and went over to hold Xiao Yun'er down. Then, ignoring her wailing, she took the whistle back from her hand, carefully put it in her bosom, and treasured it like a precious gem.
Xiao Yun'er was displeased again: "So stingy! It's just a whistle, and you can't even bear to give it to someone. How annoying!"
With a coquettish and reproachful look, her little face flushed pink, Meng Wan couldn't help but smile and pinch Xiao Yun'er's cheek: "Don't pout, I really can't give you this whistle, but you can choose something else for me to give you."
"real?"
"Um."
Xiao Yun'er, being a child at heart, immediately became delighted, rushed to the dressing mirror behind the screen, opened several drawers, and started rummaging through them haphazardly.
At this moment, Huanyan came in from outside. Seeing that the Third Miss was in the room, she didn't say anything, but quietly walked to Meng Wan's side: "Miss, I just went to the front yard and saw Uncle Fu taking the Third Prince to the front hall."
Meng Wan was taken aback. Huangfu Qian had arrived?
Clever as she was, she realized almost instantly why he had come, but at this moment...
"Didn't Father accompany Aunt out of the manor earlier? Has he returned now?"
“This servant went to take a look, but he hasn’t returned yet. However, Uncle Fu said that the Third Prince insists on waiting at the manor.”
Meng Wan nodded slightly, thinking that her father had mentioned earlier that he would be going to her uncle's house later and would not be back until very late. So she decided to leave Huangfu Qian in the study for the time being, since he was only there to ask her father to help her plead with the emperor.
Suspicious Scumbag Girl (Part 1)
Meng Wan nodded slightly, thinking that her father had mentioned earlier that he would be going to her uncle's house later and would not be back until very late. So she decided to leave Huangfu Qian in the study for the time being, since he was only there to ask her father to help her plead with the emperor.
Just then, a series of hurried footsteps sounded outside, followed by Uncle Fu's voice: "Young Miss, this old servant has something to report."