After the divorce, the four big guys became my servants

After that day, for some unknown reason, people in Chai'an spread the rumor that Princess Zhao had done something wrong, so she was shaved by a ghost in the middle of the night.

The few people who knew about it all said with certainty that Princess Zhao was now bald.

Word of this matter spread from one person to ten people, and from ten to a hundred people. It became quite a big deal.

There were even some curious people who stared at the entrance of Prince Zhao's mansion every day, just to see if Princess Zhao's head was shiny.

But for many days, no one showed up.

But people are more certain of the authenticity of this matter: This matter has been widely spread. If it is false, why didn't Princess Zhao come out to dispel the rumors?

Everyone believed that Princess Zhao had done something bad and had her head shaved by a ghost.

Someone brought up the past again: "I know that she killed someone in a teahouse before, just because the King of Zhao looked at the girl a few more times while drinking tea. Maybe the girl came to take revenge."

"I remember that, too! Later, the incident was suppressed. The girl's parents took some money and stopped making trouble."

The more they dug, the more they found out. This matter became a hot topic for a while and there was no sign of it dying down.

Princess Zhao hid in the palace, crying day and night until her eyes were swollen.

King Zhao also felt very aggrieved. He didn't have alopecia areata, but now every time he went out, he could see people looking at him strangely.

So he had to hide in the palace temporarily. When he saw Princess Zhao crying, he couldn't help but scold her.

"It's all your fault. I'm being laughed at outside!"

Princess Zhao wiped her tears and said, "Your Majesty, please make the decision for me. My hair must have been cut off by someone."

"You think the guards of the palace are nothing!" King Zhao thought it was ridiculous.

"Who can come and go freely in Prince Zhao's mansion and shave your head? You must be doing something bad and you are getting your retribution."

Princess Zhao was filled with grievances, but she could only swallow them.

When the news reached the Prince of Jing's Mansion, Meng Zhaoge felt very happy.

There was clearly no conflict between her and Princess Zhao, but Princess Zhao insisted on offending her.

Some people are just so mean and born bad.

The bad guys deserved their comeuppance.

Mo Huan asked her, "Your Majesty, do you also think that Princess Zhao's head was shaved by a ghost?"

Yuan Jinglie was beside her at the time. Hearing this, he looked at Meng Zhaoge.

Meng Zhaoge simply said: "It doesn't matter who did it, we just need to know that it's a good thing to do."

He joked again: "Even if it is a ghost, it is a good ghost with a righteous heart!"

The corners of Yuan Jinglie's lips curled up in satisfaction.

Yuan Jinglie was very happy that day.

Not only did he receive praise from his elder sister, he also proved one thing: he was finally no longer a child who could only be protected by his elder sister.

That Princess Zhao is bullying my sister. My sister is not in a position to take action, so let him do it.

The killer is destined to live in the darkness, and from now on, he will clear away all the claws that are extended to him for no reason for the sake of the sister who walks in the light.

...

At the beginning of April, it was Mohuan's birthday.

The little girl is fifteen this year.

Meng Zhaoge personally cooked a bowl of longevity noodles for Mo Huan, gave her ten taels of silver, and asked her to go out and have fun.

Mo Huan was so moved that tears filled her eyes and she hugged Meng Zhaoge tightly.

"My lady, you are the best person to me! I will stay by your side forever!"

Yuan Jinglie pulled her away and frowned: "You wrinkled my clothes."

Mo Huan wiped away her tears and said, "Young Master Yuan, why are you ruining the atmosphere at a time like this?"

"Are you going to play or not? If not, give me the money and I will go for you." The boy threatened her.

"Go, go, go!" Mo Huan quickly covered the silver and ran away.

The little girl's back is cheerful and cute.

Meng Zhaoge looked at Mo Huan running away lovingly, not knowing what he was thinking about, and suddenly asked him: "Alie, I haven't asked you yet, when is your birthday?"

Yuan Jinglie touched his head awkwardly: "Actually... I don't know either."

Meng Zhaoge was extremely surprised, but then he thought, he had been wandering since he was a child, so it was not surprising that he didn't know the exact date of his birthday.

This child had a really hard life in the past.

"I only know that my sister once told me that I was born in winter." Yuan Jinglie explained, "So every time winter comes, I add one year to my age."

“Now, I’m fifteen years old.”

Meng Zhaoge felt a little guilty: "I forgot to ask you about this. I didn't give you anything on your fifteenth birthday."

"I don't even know the exact date, how can I send it?" Yuan Jinglie smiled indifferently: "It's okay."

But Meng Zhaoge kept this in mind and secretly decided that he must prepare well for his birthday this year.

That day, Yuan Jinglie went to Wujian Pavilion.

Shen Jing gave him a second task: "Go to Yihong Courtyard tonight, wait for someone to come and kill him."

Yuan Jinglie's heart skipped a beat, and he asked with a dry throat, "Who?"

He has been in Wujian Pavilion for such a long time, but he has never been stained with blood.

The fifteen-year-old boy couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Shen Jing glanced at him and said, "Minister of Revenue Lin Jiangqi."

Then he said seriously: "There is a distinguished guest who wants his life. You can only succeed and never fail."

It was rare for Shen Jing to speak so seriously in front of him. Yuan Jinglie knew that this matter was of great importance.

He said firmly, "Yes!"

That night, Yuan Jinglie dressed up as a playboy, covered his right eye with gauze to make it look like he was injured, and waited in Yihongyuan.

Not long after, a middle-aged man with a big belly came in and picked up a thin girl and brought her to the room.

The young man recognized that it was Minister Lin and immediately asked for a room as well.

The madam stopped him and said, "Sir, don't you want to order a girl?"

Yuan Jinglie said lazily, "You are just a bunch of vulgar women. This young master doesn't like you. Let's go up and have a drink first."

The madam laughed and said, "Sir, you have high standards. How about I call out the top pick, Miss Ruyan, and let you take a look?"

"Okay." He acted like a lazy young man and smiled, "I'll go upstairs and wait for your Miss Ruyan. If she suits my taste, no amount of money will be a problem."

"Okay, okay, then I'll go call Ruyan right away." The madam was immediately overjoyed and hurriedly took Yuan Jinglie into the room.

As soon as he entered the room, Yuan Jinglie immediately put away his nonchalant attitude and looked serious.

He wanted to kill Lin Jiangqi before the madam came in.

At this time, the madam had already arrived at Ruyan's door.

Yuan Jinglie opened the window and door, quickly climbed to the roof, and stopped at the estimated position according to his memory.

Then he jumped out of the window of the room and poked a hole in the window paper.

Lin Jiangqi in the room was pressing down a thin girl and touching her all over.

The girl's face was ashen and her eyes were empty.

Yuan Jinglie kicked the window open. Lin Jiangqi heard the sound and quickly stood up and looked back, "What..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the young man raised his knife and slashed it, leaving a deep crack on his neck.

He didn't stay long, but before leaving, he glanced sideways at the pale-faced girl.

"If you're smart, you can take this opportunity to play dead."

After saying that, he disappeared.

When the madam brought Ruyan in, Yuan Jinglie was already half lying on the couch, drunk and dreaming.

"Vulgar, vulgar." After just one look at Ruyan's face, he pushed the two people away and staggered out.

"Young master, don't go." the madam called him.

Yuan Jinglie pushed her away, as if drunk: "I have to go. If I don't leave, my wife will hurt my other eye too."

The madam stared at him as he left, stunned.

"You're sick! You're afraid your wife will come to visit brothels again."