Empty the scumbag's family assets and exile him!

"Nan Muxu! It's you again!" Nan Muze gritted his teeth.

"Someone, pick up the little princess and send her back to the bedroom." Nan Muzhe ordered.

When the guard heard Nan Muzhe's order, he quickly picked up the little princess and ran quickly towards the bedroom.

"Stop!" Nan Muzhe shouted.

The guard immediately stopped, turned around and looked at Nan Muze, and asked respectfully: "Your Majesty, is there anything else?"

"The little princess was bullied by Nan Muxu, why didn't you report it to me?" Nan Muze stared at the guard with his eyes wide open and questioned.

The guard knelt down in fear and said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. It was because the little princess didn't want to do this that she...she..."

Nan Muze snorted coldly and said, "Do you still want to quibble? If you didn't condone it, how could this happen?"

"I dare not!" the guard explained hurriedly.

Nan Muze snorted coldly and said, "Don't dare? Then tell me, why didn't you inform me? Have you forgotten your duty?"

"I dare not forget my duty, but I really cannot be blamed for this matter. The young princess refuses to speak, so I don't know what to do." The guard explained.

Upon hearing this, Nan Muzhe narrowed his eyes, remained silent for a while, then waved his hand to let the guards retreat.

After the guards left, Nan Muze's eyes fell on the girl by the lake.

The girl looked young, but her pretty little face was a little thin. She had big eyes, a pretty nose, and a cute cherry mouth. At this moment, she closed her eyes and slept quietly. Her long black hair was scattered on the lake, making her even more beautiful.

Nan Muzhe walked to her side, squatted down, and reached out to touch her little head.

The girl did not respond and continued to sleep soundly, only her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Nan Muze's lips curled up into an indulgent smile, then he stretched out his finger and gently poked her face.

The little princess did not respond and continued to lie there quietly.

Nan Muze's fingers slid down to her neck.

Nan Muzhe frowned slightly, because, in his opinion, there were obvious scars on the little princess' neck, which looked like she had been whipped. However, he had never heard that Huangfu Shaoqing would whip his own sister!

Nan Muzhe's fingers slid into her clothes and touched the girl's delicate skin.

Nan Muze’s pupils suddenly shrank. Is this... a kiss mark?

He remembered that he had done this to the little princess once before they got married. At that time, he didn't use much force, so the scar was not deep, and it looked like it was just left. But if the little princess really had an affair with Nan Muxu, why would she keep traces of Nan Muxu? Wouldn't it be better to cover up such traces?

A hint of coldness flashed in Nan Muze's eyes, and his fingers gently stroked the wound on the little princess's neck.

Suddenly, he saw the scar. The shape of the scar was like a green snake, winding and twisting, as if someone had strangled its neck.

"Why does the little princess have such a hideous scar on her neck?" Nan Muzhe murmured.

"Could it be... that this wound... was not caused by my scratch... but was caused by her own scratch?" Nan Muzhe frowned and guessed.

A picture emerged in Nan Muze's mind. In the picture, the little princess was arguing with Nan Muxu. Nan Muxu raised his hand and wanted to hit the little princess. The little princess did not want to be outdone and stepped forward. The two pushed each other.

Finally, the little princess fell into the grass by the lake. Nan Muxu chased after her, and then the little princess was stepped on by Nan Muxu.

At that time, the little princess's face was full of grievance, tears flowed down her eyes and dripped onto the lawn.

"Nan Muxu, you beast, you actually humiliated me like this, I'm going to kill you, kill you!" The little princess screamed, she crawled up from the bushes, wanting to rush up to fight Nan Muxu, but she found that her legs couldn't move at all. She could only watch Nan Muxu's feet getting closer and closer to her...

"Little Princess..." Nan Muze's breath choked, his fists clenched, his eyes filled with anger, and he wished he could kill Nan Muxu immediately.

Nan Muze took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his chest.

He didn't want to think about it anymore, he didn't dare to think about it anymore, because those memories were too horrible, so horrible that it made his heart palpitate.

Nan Muzhe picked up the little princess, put her on the bed, and wiped the dirt off her face.

Nan Muxu's fingers touched her face. Her skin was so smooth and soft that he couldn't help but stroke her face with his index finger as if it was his treasure.

When Nan Muze's fingers touched her forehead, Nan Muze's face changed drastically. This temperature...

"Someone come, call the imperial physician quickly!" Nan Muzhe shouted outside.

Soon, someone came in.

"Your Majesty," the eunuch said quickly.

"Hurry, take the medicine box and go get the imperial physician!" Nan Muzhe ordered hurriedly.

The eunuch nodded quickly and left.

Soon, the imperial physician hurried over.

"Your Majesty." The imperial physician bowed.

Nan Muze waved his hand and said, "No need to be polite, just show it to the little princess."

The imperial physician replied "yes", then took out his medicine box and began to check the little princess's injuries.

When the doctor saw the scar, he couldn't help but be surprised and said, "Your Majesty, the little princess has been injured in several places on her body."

Nan Muze's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he said coldly: "What's the matter with this scar?"

"This..." The imperial physician showed a hesitant expression on his face, as if he didn't know how to answer this question.

"Just say whatever you want to say." Nan Muzhe said in a deep voice.

The doctor's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He said, "This wound looks like it was caused by a sword, and these wounds look like they were cut by a sharp weapon."

"What?" Nan Muze widened his eyes.

"Could it be Nan Muxu's doing?" Nan Muzhe asked in a deep voice.

The doctor shook his head. "I don't know either, but I think this scar is a little strange."

"Weird? What's weird?" Nan Muzhe asked.

"I have seen the scars. These are not ordinary sword wounds. These sword wounds look very smooth, as if they were cut by a knife. However, some of these scars were torn off by someone, as if... they were torn apart by someone." The imperial physician said with a serious expression.

Hearing the imperial physician's words, Nan Muzhe's face suddenly turned gloomy.