Princess, come home quickly, the God of War Prince is going to be jealous to death!

"The people sent by the prince are also in my house, and they are in Yue'er's room. Why didn't they come to save Yue'er last night?" Wen Jingxiao glared at Ye Nanxuan with disdain.

"Ye Zhao is not the only one in that room." Ye Nanxuan looked at Ye Zhao and Xuemei with a gloomy face, their heads lowered.

"What are you arguing about?" Wen Zhiyue frowned, "Ye Zhao, my head hurts."

Everyone looked towards the bed. Ye Zhao immediately stepped forward and took Wen Zhiyue's wrist. Half a quarter of an hour later, he said, "The girl has caught wind and cold. She can recover after taking some medicine and tonic for two days."

"Xuemei, I'll get the medicine, and you can make the medicine." Ye Zhao pulled Xuemei and walked out the door.

"Yue'er, how do you feel? Do you want to ask the imperial doctor to take a look?" Wen Jingxiao came to the bedside and asked softly.

"Brother, I'm fine. You go and do your work. Yue'er has something to say to the prince." Wen Zhiyue's whole body was sore and her voice was weak.

"Okay, brother, I'll see you later." Wen Jingxiao stood up, and when he passed by Ye Nanxuan, he glared at Ye Nanxuan. Ye Nanxuan ignored him and walked towards Wen Zhiyue.

Looking at the blood stains on the corner of Ye Nanxuan's mouth, Wen Zhiyue stretched out her hand and slowly wiped the blood stains for him, "It was the eldest brother who hit him."

"He has resentment in his heart, it's good if he can vent his anger."

"The prince is so open-minded that no one among the Ye Emperor's princes can match him." Wen Zhiyue looked at Ye Nanxuan affectionately.

"What did Yue'er want to say?" Ye Nanxuan looked at Wen Zhiyue.

"Yuehuan not only invades the northern border every year, but also fights against Tianyu's court with other countries. Has the prince ever thought about letting Yuehuan belong to Tianyu." Wen Zhiyue's pale face, her eyes filled with determination and expectation.

Ye Nanxuan was stunned for a moment, then he looked at Wen Zhiyue's expectant eyes, "Yueer's ambition needs to be achieved slowly."

He gently smoothed Wen Zhiyue's frown with his hand, "You should take a good rest first. I will keep Yuehuan's affairs in mind."

"Okay." A slight smile appeared on Wen Zhiyue's face, and she slowly closed her eyes, "Nan Xuan, I want to take a rest."

Hearing Wen Zhiyue call him Nanxuan, Ye Nanxuan smiled slightly and said, "Okay."

After many days of rest and adjustment, Wen Zhiyue's health improved a lot, and envoys from various countries also came to Beijing one after another.

In Qingya Courtyard, a ray of sunlight shines into the house through the window. Wen Zhiyue is lying on the imperial concubine's couch with her eyes closed to rest. Xuemei gently pulls Ye Zhao's arm, "Miss Ye, why doesn't the prince let the girl participate in the pilgrimage festival?"

Ye Zhao smiled and said, "The prince is afraid that the girl will be chosen by the princes and lords of other countries."

"Why does this pilgrimage festival sound weird?"

"In the past, the pilgrimage festival was when countries from all over the world came to Tianyu to pay homage to the Night Emperor and seek his blessings. Now, during this pilgrimage festival, each country has its own agenda, but it has become a dating festival for princesses and princes from all over the world." Ye Zhao said with a hint of sarcasm on his face. .

Suddenly, a burst of panicked footsteps came in a hurry, and Ling Yi shouted loudly outside the door, "The girl is resting, and there are no outsiders."

"You are just a guard, and you dare to stop me." Then came Wen Zhirou's bitter sarcasm.

Listening to the unbearable chatter, Wen Zhiyue opened her eyes, stood up slowly, and looked at the door with resolute and angry eyes, "Noisy."

"Girl, I'll send her away." Xuemei glanced at the door with disgust.

"Now that she's here, how can we let her leave comfortably?" Wen Zhiyue walked to the door and weakly put her hand on Ye Zhao's arm, "My sister is here."

"Sister, it's time to see my sister. A few days ago, I missed my sister, but that cheap maid was the one who blocked my sister. It was not until today that my sister was allowed to see my sister." Wen Zhirou glanced at Xuezhu fiercely.

Before Wen Zhiyue could speak, she began to ramble again, "The people in the General's Mansion bullied me and blamed me. My sister was very caring to the servants when she was in the General's Mansion, but now she is treated like this. I must do this for my sister." Make the decision." Wen Zhirou cried weakly.

"Sister, what you said seems to be how wronged you have been by the General's Mansion." Wen Zhiyue weakly leaned towards Ye Zhao again, "Sister, look at my sister's current body, it is difficult to stand still, how can I have time to care about it? For this matter in the mansion, I need my sister to ask my brother if there are any maids or servants in the mansion. I don’t know that my sister is from the general’s mansion.”

After saying that, Wen Zhiyue started coughing. Wen Zhirou's eyes moved and she stepped forward to help Wen Zhiyue, but Ye Zhao pushed her away. "This girl, my girl was frightened just now. She shouldn't have too much contact with outsiders. Please stop." , it would be better to leave early.”

Wen Zhirou dared not say anything in anger, and glared at Ye Zhao, "Sister, look at this slave, how dare you openly talk to me."

"My sister has misunderstood. This person is not from the General's Mansion. This is the doctor from Yunji Pavilion in Zhufeng Mountain. My sister was poisoned. Thanks to this doctor, she is alive today." Wen Zhiyue looked weak and weak, "Sister's body still needs Let’s take some time to recuperate, and I’ll keep my sister today.”

Looking at Wen Zhiyue who was weak and weak, Wen Zhirou suppressed the anger in her heart and bowed to Wen Zhiyue, "Since sister is not feeling well, please come see me another day."

Wen Zhiyue nodded slightly, looked at Wen Zhiyue who turned to leave, and called Ye Zhao softly, "Have you put away all the medicinal materials given by Prince Yuehuan?"

Ye Zhao was stunned for a second, then he helped Wen Zhiyue walk into the house with a smile on his face, "Put everything away. Prince Yuehuan is so kind to the girl this time. The medicinal materials he gave are very rare."

Listening to the conversation between the two of them, Wen Zhirou slapped the maid next to her hard, "You bitch, you ate without wiping your mouth. See how I deal with you when I get back."

"Young lady, you are wronged. I have always been by your side."

"If you dare to talk back, drag me back and give me twenty canes." The two women dragged the maid and followed Wen Zhirou towards the courtyard door.

"Why are these two girls so rude and savage now?" Xuemei stood beside Wen Zhiyue, looking at Wen Zhirou walking away from the window, with contempt and disdain in her eyes.

"She was already rough and violent, but she hid it well in the past and confused everyone." Wen Zhiyue squinted at the window, but there was endless sorrow and hatred in her heart, "Wen Zhirou, Yu Wenjing, you were so passionate in the past life, in this life I let you Your labors and swallows are separated, and your hatred runs deep all over the world."

After Wen Zhirou was kicked out of the General's Mansion, Yu Wenjing placed her in a private residence in the capital. The courtyard in the house was extravagant, dazzling and lively, with maids and servants everywhere. It was not as elegant and quiet as the General.

In the first few days when Wen Zhirou moved in, she enjoyed herself in the abyss. It was only today that she reluctantly went to Jiangku Mansion under Yu Wenjing's urging and coaxing.

"Who is she? How can she deserve the precious medicinal materials given by her cousin? Why does Wen Zhiyue like you so much?" When Wen Zhirou returned to the house, she lost her temper and beat and scolded the maid. Dare to step forward, let alone persuade.