After the divorce, the four big guys became my servants

He had a delusion in his mind: he hoped that she would take him away.

This thought came out of instinct, but he added in his mind: At least, this way I can find out whether this second young lady is 'her'.

Even though Ah Sheng said that the second young lady had never returned to Pingyang to worship her ancestors.

But Yuan Jinglie still felt that the feeling could not be deceived. The second young lady was very much like "her".

"Zhao Ge, you..." Mrs. Meng clenched her handkerchief, thinking that she had already begged so much, her daughter should not embarrass her anymore.

She took a deep breath and was about to speak again.

Meng Zhaoge suddenly looked in one direction.

"I don't want anything from you." She raised her hand and pointed at the lowly servant, "Why not give him to me?"

She had already decided that it was not a dream.

In her previous life, when her body was left exposed in the wilderness, it was this young man who traveled across mountains and rivers to bury her.

He was even willing to die with her.

Today he also blocked the whip for her, she must take him away. Otherwise, old man Meng Qingyun will not let him go.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Jinglie was stunned. He even thought he had heard it wrong.

Until Meng Zhaoge's real voice came again: "In exchange, I will ask mother to send my sister out."

"Is that true?" Meng Qingyun was overjoyed and said hurriedly, "You can take him away. He is just a lowly servant. You can have as many as you want."

Meng Zhaoge frowned: "I only want this one."

Yuan Jinglie's heart was pounding.

Madam Meng hesitated for a moment, then asked tentatively, "But if you take him away, will the prince be angry if he finds out?"

Meng Zhaoge: "When the prince brought my sister to my residence, he didn't even care whether I would be angry or not."

"..."Mrs. Meng looked embarrassed. Only then did she realize that Chang Ning had actually moved into Meiyuan.

This move was indeed a bit hasty. If one were to stay in Prince Jing's Mansion, one should at least stay in the guest room.

But then again, even so, Zhao Ge shouldn't use Concubine Lan to bully his own sister.

Both sisters were wrong in this matter.

Mrs. Meng thought to herself and glanced at Yuan Jinglie again.

If Zhaoge brought him to his side, King Jing would be furious. Who would allow his wife to have other men around him?

Madam Meng thought in a vengeful way: It would be best if the King of Jing got angry and punished Zhao Ge.

The reason why Zhao Ge dared to act so impudently in front of the couple was simply because the Mingxi General's Mansion was on the decline, with only the reputation her husband had earned when he was young remaining.

But the King of Jing is in a high position and has great power, Zhao Ge must be afraid of him.

Meng Zhaoge said "hmm" and glanced at Yuan Jinglie nonchalantly.

The young man looked longingly, with a twinkle in his beautiful eyes.

"Let's go." Meng Zhaoge said.

Yuan Jinglie: “Yeah!”

He followed her obediently and slowly walked out of the main hall.

The servants in the palace were surprised to see a little blue-eyed monster following behind the princess.

Countless scrutinizing eyes were cast at Yuan Jinglie, and he habitually wanted to lower his head.

Meng Zhaoge said, "Why don't you leave? You want to live here?"

After sending the servants away with a few words, he glanced at Yuan Jinglie and said, "Follow them."

The group returned to Prince Jing's Mansion in a mighty procession.

People on the street didn't know the whole story and only talked about how arrogant the princess was.

They felt that the King of Jing must be very fond of this princess, otherwise, how could she dare to be so arrogant?

After returning to the palace, Meng Zhaoge gave rewards to the servants who came to pick her up today.

The servants were overjoyed when they received the money, and they also accepted Meng Zhaoge even more in their hearts.

"The princess is more generous than the prince." Several servants said this privately.

Afterwards, Meng Zhaoge brought Yuan Jinglie back to Meiyuan.

Blood was still dripping from the boy's body, and his face was pale as paper.

He stood at the door and refused to go in for fear of dirtying the room.

Meng Zhaoge simply pulled him in and pressed him onto the wooden stool.

"Second Miss, I..."

"Don't talk." Meng Zhaoge frowned and tried to pull his collar.

Yuan Jinglie hastily covered his collar, his ears reddened: "Second Miss, can I do it myself?"

Meng Zhaoge crossed his arms and explained with amusement and helplessness: "Your injury is on your back, and you still need me to apply medicine on you. It doesn't matter whether I see you sooner or later, so don't be shy."

But the boy's ears became even redder.

He grasped his clothes awkwardly, like a young wife who had been molested.

Meng Zhaoge didn't waste any time talking to him. He just took his hand away and stripped off his clothes in no time.

The young man was distracted and his face was as red as the setting sun.

He lowered his head, not daring to move, letting Meng Zhaoge touch his back. He took a deep breath and cursed, "You old bastard, you're so cruel!"

Yuan Jinglie: ...

Meng Zhaoge applied medicine to him, the best wound medicine, and told him: "If it hurts, bear with it."

"It doesn't hurt." The boy gritted his teeth.

Hearing this, Meng Zhaoge couldn't help but laugh: "What a tough guy."

Yuan Jinglie was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized something and asked happily, "Have you seen me?"

At that time in Pingyang, 'she' also called him hard-boned.

But Meng Zhaoge panicked, thinking that the time he mentioned was in his previous life.

"I haven't seen you before." She blurted out in fear.

How could such a ridiculous thing as rebirth happen to two people?

What if he wasn't, what if he just remembered the wrong person? If she asked rashly now, she would reveal her secret.

Having finally been reborn, Meng Zhaoge cannot do anything that he is not sure of.

The young man's eyes gradually dimmed, and he lowered his eyes and said, "I remembered it wrongly. I was rude to the Second Miss."

I really recognized the wrong person.

"It's okay." Meng Zhaoge finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his composure gradually recovered.

She bandaged him, holding the bandage in her bare hands and passing it across his chest. She couldn't help but say, "You're too thin."

I need to make up for it later.

Yuan Jinglie said nothing.

He is actually not willing to talk about his past in front of others.

Being a beggar, eating garbage, and wearing ragged clothes is not a glorious thing. During the years when he was a beggar, except for Ah Sheng who treated him well, everyone else treated him as an object of wanton bullying.

If she knew all these past events in detail, Yuan Jinglie would feel ashamed.

Fortunately, Meng Zhaoge didn't ask any more questions, but just frowned as he looked at his body.

too skinny.

After a while, after Meng Zhaoge wrapped the bandage on him, Mo Huan came in from outside holding clothes in his arms.

"My lady." Mo Huan had a complicated expression, "I have brought you the clothes you requested..."

Meng Zhaoge reached out to take it: "Give it to me."

But Mo Huan did not let go. He grabbed the corner of the clothes, looking like he wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Mother, please think twice!"

Meng Zhaoge frowned: "What are you thinking about? What's wrong with giving someone a piece of clothing? Mo Huan, why are you so unkind!"

"It's nothing to put on some clothes."

Mo Huan collapsed: "But you can't let him wear the prince's clothes!"

"..."