After the divorce, the four big guys became my servants

The woman had a pretty face, bright clothes, and two dimples on her face, showing an expression of surprise.

She stepped forward and said excitedly, "So it's really you. I thought I had seen the wrong person. Why are you in Chai'an?"

Yuan Jinglie looked at the woman in front of him indifferently.

"You've got the wrong person." He raised his foot and wanted to walk around her and leave.

But the woman blocked his way and tried to awaken his memory: "Have you forgotten? We met on the streets of Pingyang."

Hearing this, Yuan Jinglie was stunned for a moment, and looked down at the petite girl in surprise.

wrong.

That day, 'she' didn't seem that short. She should at least reach his lips, not his collarbone.

Just like a sister.

"Are you Miss Meng?" he paused and asked questioningly.

"It's me! My name is Meng Changning."

As Meng Changning spoke, her almond-shaped eyes were filled with brilliance as she looked at him, as if she had really met an old friend, feeling surprised and relieved.

"You seem to have grown a lot taller, and you seem to be doing well. I am relieved."

Yuan Jinglie then realized that he could no longer use his previous height to measure her authenticity.

After arriving in Chai'an and being taken in by his elder sister, he grew a lot taller.

Meng Changning continued with a gentle smile, "By the way, the pomegranate you gave me that day, I have been craving it these days. The ones I bought in Chai'an don't seem to taste the same..."

She even knew about pomegranates.

The young man's mind was confused for a moment, and he looked at Meng Changning's face, trying to find any flaws in her face.

But every expression of hers is so natural.

Meng Changning continued enthusiastically, "My home is the General Mingxi Mansion. It's the one with the willow tree at the turn ahead. If you have any problems, go find me there and say you're my friend."

Yuan Jinglie concealed the complexity in his eyes and whispered, "Miss Meng, you are too polite. Thank you for what happened that day."

"It's just a small thing, no need to thank me." Meng Changning's eyes flashed and he smiled: "By the way, what's your name and where do you live? I can come and visit you later."

Yuan Jinglie blurted out: "No need."

As if he was afraid that his attitude would be too blunt, he added in a low voice: "I live in someone else's house, so it's not convenient for Miss Meng to visit. You can call me Yuan Jinglie."

Meng Changning nodded and smiled: "It turns out to be Master Yuan."

"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave first." Yuan Jinglie kept a tense expression and didn't look at her.

After spending these days together, he actually already believed in his heart that Sister was 'her' that day.

They are so similar, equally kind, brave and beautiful.

But today, Meng Changning suddenly jumped out and said that she was the one who saved him.

Yuan Jinglie didn't want to believe it, he wanted to go back and ask his sister immediately.

Meng Changning saw that his goal had been achieved, so he did not bother to argue any further. He just smiled and said, "Okay, goodbye."

After saying that, he let the young man leave quickly as if he was avoiding something.

Zhu Yin asked, "Miss, are you just going to let him go like this?"

Meng Changning adjusted the swaying tassels on her bun, her eyes deep: "It has to be done step by step."

"Now, I have planted the seeds of doubt in his heart. He will most likely ask Meng Zhaoge when he returns. And Meng Zhaoge will naturally admit it."

"But later, I will prove that Meng Zhaoge is lying."

"By then, Yuan Jinglie will definitely think that it was Meng Zhaoge who impersonated him. And I am the one who truly saved him."

Meng Changning is confident.

She didn't think there was any trust between Yuan Jinglie and Meng Zhaoge, as they had only known each other for a short time.

This relationship was not solid, and she could easily sow discord between them.

As long as Yuan Jinglie falls towards her, this young man will be a nail she has buried next to Meng Zhaoge.

If she wants to decide when the nail will pierce Meng Zhaoge, isn't it just a matter of a word from her?

……

Yuan Jinglie quickly returned to Prince Jing's Mansion.

He was holding fresh hawthorns in his hand, and because he walked too fast, several of them fell on the road.

"Master Xiao Yuan, you're back." Mo Huan walked forward, and he directly stuffed the hawthorn basket into his hand.

Mo Huan looked at the round red fruit and said happily: "Wow, this hawthorn is pretty good."

Then she looked down and saw that he had a basket in his hand, "What is this?"

But Yuan Jinglie did not answer. He just saw someone's figure, his eyes lit up, and he rushed over: "Sister!"

The setting sun lengthened the boy’s shadow.

But the boy called her cheerfully: "Sister, look what I brought you."

He trotted over to Meng Zhaoge, smiling with his eyebrows raised high, and proudly lifted up the bamboo basket, saying to her: "I caught a lot of shrimps by the stream on the outskirts of the city. Look, sister, they are all alive!"

No wonder it took him so long to come back from buying hawthorns. It turned out that he went out to catch shrimps for her...

Meng Zhaoge glanced over and saw that the bamboo basket was full of live green shrimps, some of them were quite large and still crawling.

Look at the boy's hands again, they are red from being frozen by the stream water.

Many days ago, when they were having dinner, he had casually asked her what she liked to eat.

At that time, she said she liked eating shrimp.

She thought it was just an ordinary chat like any other conversation.

But someone took her words to heart.

It was as if someone had suddenly thrown a small stone into Meng Zhaoge's calm heart.

The wave was very small, and the ripples it caused quickly disappeared.

She paused for a moment and asked him in a calm voice, "Are you cold?"

Yuan Jinglie didn't react for a moment. He uttered "Ah", then shook his head and smiled: "It's not cold, sister doesn't know, the stream water is hot."

Meng Zhaoge's eyes were sour: "Silly talk."

Then, afraid that others would see her emotion, she lowered her eyes and told Mo Huan, "Give these river shrimps to the kitchen and ask them to cook them spicy."

"Yes." Mo Huan took the bamboo basket and went to the kitchen.

The courtyard was quiet, with a gentle breeze blowing past, causing the newly moved orchid to sway slightly.

After Meng Zhaoge calmed down, he turned around, only to meet Yuan Jinglie's gaze.

"Sister-"

"Alie——"

The two voices came at the same time, and after calling each other's names in tacit understanding, they paused.

Yuan Jinglie took the initiative to ask, "What does Sister want to say?"

"Ah?" Meng Zhaoge calmed down and then remembered what he was worried about: "Mo Huan said that you stayed outside to watch over me all night last night?"

If Mo Huan hadn't mentioned this just now, she would have known nothing about it.

Hearing this, the young man carefully explained, "I'm just worried that King Jing will bully my sister..."

"But it's cold today, and I'm afraid you'll freeze if you stay outside." Meng Zhaoge frowned in distress, "Besides, if the prince finds out, he might overthink it and get angry."

But Yuan Jinglie was stunned, and then asked in a depressed tone: "Sister, do you think I am meddling in your business?"

This sentence caught Meng Zhaoge off guard.

Yuan Jinglie's eyes gradually dimmed.

An uneasy thought arose in his heart: Sister was afraid that the prince would think too much, did it mean... that she actually liked the prince?

But before this, he always believed that his sister had no feelings for the prince.