After the divorce, the four big guys became my servants

Yuan Jinglie was held down and just pulled up from the ground when a female voice was heard from the door.

"What is your Majesty doing?"

The two men who were holding Yuan Jinglie paused, turned around and saw that it was Meng Zhaoge who came.

"Your Majesty!" Yuan Jinglie looked at her aggrievedly: "Your Majesty is finally here..."

Meng Zhaoge said: "Let him go."

The two servants were so frightened that they quickly let go.

“Princess, you want to interfere when I’m dealing with a servant?” Yu Wenqi clenched his palms.

Meng Zhaoge said calmly, "I don't want to interfere, but the prince was really careless in this matter. Even if he dealt with Yuan Jinglie, he should have told me about it."

"Besides, it's a bit too much for the prince to say that Yuan Jinglie harmed you just because he went to the kitchen yesterday."

Yuwen Qi's mouth twitched: "You are arguing with me just for a servant."

"There's no point in saying more." Meng Zhaoge pursed his lips, turned back and said to Mo Huan: "Bring the person in."

Then, Mo Huan walked out and brought in a woman in her forties.

As soon as the woman came in, she knelt on the ground and trembled, saying, "Yesterday, when I was cooking ginseng soup, I put the rotten pork ribs in it, which caused the prince to feel unwell... Prince, spare my life!"

Yu Wenqi's face froze, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Is it you?"

"Yes, the pork ribs were rotten for some reason. I didn't have time to make soup, so I had to cut off the bad parts and put the good ones in. Unexpectedly, the good parts were also not good..."

Meng Zhaoge said: "She didn't mean it, please give her a lighter punishment, Your Majesty."

Yuwen Qi's face turned livid and he stared at the woman, trying to detect a lie from her face.

No.

Then he looked at Yuan Jinglie gloomily again.

The young man still had an innocent look on his face after being frightened.

Yuwen Qi suddenly wanted to strangle him to death.

He gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "Get out of here!"

Xingmo Tower returned to peace.

After leaving, Meng Zhaoge asked Yuan Jinglie to go back to his room first, and he gave the woman silver in private.

"Thank you for your cooperation today," she said softly.

The woman whispered, "You are too polite, Madam. You treat us well, so I am willing to help you."

Meng Zhaoge was very pleased. Good intentions will indeed be rewarded.

Today, she learned that Yuwen Qi had called Yuan Jinglie away, so she thought quickly and found Mrs. Li in the kitchen for help.

He was panic-stricken throughout the whole process, but fortunately Yu Wenqi believed it.

She sent Mrs. Li away and just returned to Meiyuan, she saw Yuan Jinglie standing in the yard.

The cold winter wind whistled through the dry branches, as if it was going to freeze people to death.

The boy's nose was frozen red, and his hair fell on his face, covering his restless eyes.

I don't know how long I've been waiting here.

Meng Zhaoge looked at him and sighed: "Why are you here?"

Yuan Jinglie whispered: "Sister, I..."

The second half of the sentence got stuck in his throat, and he asked her again: "Do you...know everything?"

Meng Zhaoge: “Yeah.”

Yuan Jinglie pinched his fingers, a little at a loss: "Sister, will you blame me?"

"Why should I blame you?" Meng Zhaoge was helpless.

She didn't like Yuwen Qi, and she didn't care if Yuwen Qi died.

"I'm just curious why you suddenly attacked him?" She lowered her voice suspiciously: "This is the Prince of Jing's Mansion after all, you are too bold."

Yuan Jinglie was relieved when she said she didn't blame him, and said carefully: "I just can't stand him. He used to ignore my sister and hang out with Meng Changning all day, as if he was deeply in love with her. But now, Meng Changning has only been dead for a few days, and he has started to show his affection to my sister."

"Who can be worthy of such a man who is fickle-minded?"

Meng Zhaoge glanced at him and suppressed his laughter: "You are such a brave kid, you dare to say that."

Yuan Jinglie whispered: "I dare to tell my elder sister."

"Try not to say these things in the future." Meng Zhaoge advised him, "I'm afraid the walls may have ears."

Yuan Jinglie nodded: "I remember it."

"Also, don't act impulsively in the future. After all, this is the Prince of Jing's mansion, where Yu Wenqi lives. Tell me, isn't it too arrogant to attack him here? Too dangerous?"

"I understand, sister, I will never do this again." Yuan Jinglie said obediently.

He keenly understood the implication of Meng Zhaoge's words - if he wanted to deal with Yuwen Qi, he had to wait until he grew stronger.

This shows that Ajie has no intention of reconciling with Yuwen Qi.

Previously, he was worried that Yuwen Qi's frequent visits to Meiyuan for lunch and his proactive display of goodwill would soften his sister's heart. That was why he planned today's event to test his sister's attitude.

Now it seems that it was indeed Yuwen Qi's wishful thinking.

The current result makes him very proud.

In Ajie's heart, Yuwen Qi is nothing and is far less important than him.

...

Since that day, Yuwen Qi did not go to Meiyuan for many days.

He hoped that Meng Zhaoge would come to him and say a few soft words to him.

But Meng Zhaoge didn't come.

Yuwen Qi became even angrier. He was angry with Meng Zhaoge unilaterally and did not go to look for her.

Meng Zhaoge, on his part, had no idea that this "gour" existed at all.

Yuan Jinglie went to Wujian Pavilion to practice every day without telling Meng Zhaoge, and often got injured. He was afraid that Meng Zhaoge would find out, so he reduced the time he spent seeing her.

Meng Zhaoge lives a very quiet life.

Time quickly came to the New Year.

On New Year's Eve, Meng Zhaoge had to go to the palace for a banquet with Yuwen Qi.

Early in the morning, Mo Huan was combing Meng Zhaoge's hair, and she looked very bitter.

She originally wanted to go to Xingmo Tower to find Yuwen Qi, but as soon as she went out, Yuwen Qi came to find her first.

The man was dressed in a crimson purple brocade robe today, with his hair tied up with a golden crown, looking extremely noble.

When he saw her, he just said calmly, "Let's go."

Meng Zhaoge then followed him into the carriage.

Throughout the entire royal banquet, the couple seemed to be incompatible, and in front of others, they could only force a smile.

Everyone else was laughing happily, but they were unusually calm.

The only time Meng Zhaoge showed some expression was when he saw the talented lady who was the new favorite of Emperor Chu at the banquet.

This talented person is the dancer who performed the Hu Xuan dance last time.

Even Emperor Chu noticed that something was wrong with them. He narrowed his eyes and asked drunkenly, "Xiao Liu and Xiao Liu's wife, why aren't you smiling? Is it because I didn't organize this banquet to your liking?"

Yuwen Qi said hurriedly: "This banquet is of course excellent, but Zhaoge is not feeling well today, and I am very worried about her, so I am smiling less."

Meng Zhaoge also laughed awkwardly: "It's my son's body that is not up to the standard..."

Emperor Chu thought about it, and his eyebrows suddenly lit up: "You are not feeling well, could it be that you are pregnant?"

"!!" Meng Zhaoge hurriedly explained: "Father, I just ate something bad yesterday."

Emperor Chu felt a little disappointed.

"I am already this old, and I still haven't seen my eldest grandson."

This remark made his seven sons at the table dare not respond.

The Eighth Prince Yuwenpo, who was always on good terms with the Crown Prince, took the opportunity to say, "Father, you have to urge the Crown Prince. We are all younger brothers. If we are talking about the eldest grandson, it should be the Crown Prince first."