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The two men grabbed Liu Qingyin's arm with each hand and stood there in a stalemate, attracting a lot of onlookers.

"Let go!" Ye Han said coldly.

Mo Chen: "You let it go first!"

"What qualifications do you have to bargain with me?"

"Hey... two big guys, excuse me for disturbing you. There are so many people watching here. How about this? I'll count to 123 and you all fire them together, okay?" In order to prevent the two from continuing the battle, Liu Qingyin weakly made a suggestion.

"Of course I agree with what Ayin said, but I may not agree with Mr. Ye." Mo Chen said provocatively.

"Shengsheng!" Liu Qingyin blinked at Ye Hansheng and called out softly.

Ye Hansheng frowned and said nothing.

"Okay, I'm going to count."

"1!"

"2!"

"3!"

After the three sounds, the two of them let go at the same time. Liu Qingyin breathed a sigh of relief and said to the onlookers: "Disperse, disperse, everyone, sorry to bother you."

As soon as she finished speaking, she was pulled over by Ye Hansheng's palm force.

Ye Hansheng held her shoulders firmly, "Ayin is mine, please stay away from her!"

Mo Chen said: "This man is unmarried and the woman is unmarried. Master Ye seems to be meddling too much."

"You..." Ye Hansheng was stopped by Liu Qingyin before he could finish his words.

"Stop arguing, stop arguing, we are all friends, let's get along well."

"Give me back the folding fan. Ayin has already given it to me!" Mo Chen stretched out his hand and said.

She pulled Ye Hansheng's sleeve and whispered, "Give the fan to him. You may not know that he bought it with his own money, not me. I will make a folding fan for you later, okay? He is the prince's man, and the prince is so good to you, so give him some face."

Ye Hansheng frowned, Liu Qingyin tentatively took the folding fan from his hand, walked up to Mo Chen and handed it to him.

"Mr. Mo Chen, don't take it too seriously. He's a nice guy, except for his bad temper. Don't take it personally. You paid for the folding fan, so I'm going to give it to you." Liu Qingyin said softly.

"Okay, I'll go back first. When I have time, I'll go to Beijing with Ayin." Mo Chen said the second half of the sentence very loudly, deliberately speaking for Ye Hansheng to hear.

Liu Qingyin sent Mo Chen away with an awkward yet polite smile.

Ye Hansheng snorted and walked away. Liu Qingyin quickly caught up with him and said hello to Zhao Yunyi before leaving.

"See you later, Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Yunyi smiled and waved.

"Shengsheng, what's wrong with you? Why are you making such a fuss today?"

Ye Hansheng stopped and looked at her: "Because I have a bad temper." Then he continued to walk forward quickly.

He strode into the carriage and sat inside waiting for Liu Qingyin, but she didn't come up for a long time. Ye Hansheng opened the curtain and saw her running towards him like Xue'er, jumping and skipping.

Ashen drove the carriage towards Yingge, and it was very quiet inside the carriage.

Ye Hansheng closed his eyes, his face turned pale and he said nothing.

Liu Qingyin said softly: "Shengsheng, what do you think this is?"

Ye Hansheng remained unmoved.

Liu Qingyin pulled his sleeve and said, "Take a look."

Ye Hansheng slowly opened his eyes and saw a paper bag in front of him, which was full of colorful sugar pills.

"Don't be angry anymore, okay? It's just a fan. I'll make one for you later!"

Ye Hansheng glanced at her, and Liu Qingyin's face was full of smiles.

"Come on, try it, this yellow one is delicious."

She carefully picked out a few yellow ones and placed them in his palm.

"I reminded you several times before to stay away from Mo Chen, but Ayin didn't listen to a word I said." Ye Hansheng said with a frown.

"Brother, I can't be rude to someone who greets me when we meet on the street. Besides, Mr. Mo Chen looks gentle and refined, not like a bad guy."

"Don't judge a book by its cover! A Yin seems to be very interested in Mo Chen!"

"No way, okay, okay, stop being angry and let's talk business first, okay?"

"Hmph!" Ye Hansheng snorted coldly.

"I went to Yaoguang Street to investigate early this morning. After some investigation, I felt that there was something wrong with Chaoyue Pavilion. I went in to investigate and found an inconspicuous porcelain vase on the shelf on the north wall. There were many fingerprints on it."

"There is a secret passage in Chaoyue Pavilion." Ye Hansheng said lightly.

"You already know?!" Liu Qingyin asked in surprise.

"So this is why you made such a scene in Yaoguang Street today...?" Liu Qingyin asked, "to alert the enemy?"

"The women from Yemeifang are likely to have entered through the secret passage of Chaoyue Pavilion," Ye Hansheng said, "After investigation, it was found that most of these women were refugees from outside the city, and some were women with emotional entanglements."

"You mean, since today's drama is performed by Chaoyue Pavilion, they might come to me?" Liu Qingyin asked.

Ye Hansheng nodded, "Ayin, you can go to Yaoguang Street more often. If anyone asks you about what happened today in any way, you must be alert, because that person may be from Yemeifang."

"Shengsheng, are you going to sell me out?" Liu Qingyin said bitterly.

"As a member of the Shadow Pavilion, it is inevitable to make certain sacrifices in order to solve the case. If Ayin enters Yemeifang, she will definitely be the most beautiful girl." Ye Hansheng raised the corner of his mouth.

"My Qiu!" Liu Qingyin's face was dark, and she kept muttering in her heart, "Sacrifice, why the hell don't you sacrifice? If you disguise yourself as a woman and enter Yemeifang, you will definitely be more popular than me!"

"Ayin seems unhappy?" Ye Hansheng glanced at her.

Liu Qingyin put on a smiling expression and said, "No, no, as long as I can solve the case, I'm not afraid of anything!"

Ye Hansheng curled his lips slightly, "Don't worry, I will definitely protect A Yin!"

It was a clear and sunny autumn day. The sun was shining brightly in the flower hall of the East Palace. The prince was leaning on a soft couch as if he was waiting for someone.

"Achen is back." The prince looked pale and was breathing slightly.

Mo Chen frowned, knelt on one knee, and checked the prince's pulse. "Your Highness is in poor health, you should have informed me earlier."

"It's okay. Ah Chen rarely has the mood to go for a walk. My illness won't be cured in a short time, and I won't die from it." The prince's lips turned pale.

"Oh, my highness, you can't keep talking about death." Eunuch Fu beside the prince said hurriedly.

"Doctor Mo, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has been waiting for you in this flower hall and refuses to go anywhere."

"Shut up!" the prince scolded softly.

Eunuch Fu looked frightened and quickly covered his mouth.

In this situation, Mo Chen didn't know how to respond. He could only apologize, then quickly prescribed some medicine and asked Eunuch Fu to get it.

"Believe me, Your Highness will be fine." Mo Chen said softly in a comforting voice.

The prince coughed twice and said, "I don't expect myself to get better so quickly."

"Why?" Mo Chen asked.

"If I get better, Ah Chen will probably leave, right?" The prince's words seemed like a question, as if he was asking and answering himself.

"I am terrified. I will go and boil some medicine for Your Highness. Please have a good rest." Mo Chen quickly fled from the flower hall.

Looking at Mo Chen's departing back, the prince smiled bitterly, feeling a pang of bitterness in his heart, "Xiao Fuzi, do you think I'm crazy?"

Xiao Fuzi knelt down and kowtowed, "I am terrified, Your Highness, please don't let your imagination run wild."

A young eunuch outside the door quietly watched everything that happened in the flower hall, then sneaked to a deserted place and released a carrier pigeon.

Inside Prince Ning’s Mansion.

Prince Ning looked at the note in his hand and raised the corner of his lips. He said to the butler beside him, "If the Crown Prince of Dongling is not only weak and sickly, but also has a homosexual habit, do you think it would be very interesting? Hahahaha!"

.........

The next day, Liu Qingyin came to Yaoguang Street, wandered around, and came across Zhao Yunyi's stall.

"Good morning, Mr. Zhao!" Liu Qingyin greeted him energetically.

"Good morning, Miss Liu. Would you like to pick out another folding fan today?" Zhao Yunyi asked with a smile.

"Why do you think so?" Liu Qingyin asked.

"Yesterday, the young lady was unable to give the folding fan to her lover, so I guess she will pick another one today."

Liu Qingyin's eyes turned and she said, "Sir, how do you know who is my sweetheart?"

"I guess that it should be the young man in white yesterday. The young man in purple is also someone who loves the girl. Am I wrong?"

Liu Qingyin raised her eyebrows and pretended to sigh: "Alas, the young man in white and I are engaged, but the young man in purple is also obsessed with me. I like both of them very much, and I don't know what to do."

A hint of vicious disgust flashed across Zhao Yunyi's brows, but it disappeared in an instant. He smiled and said, "The girl is very beautiful, and marriage is a big deal, so we must make a careful choice."

Although the change in Zhao Yunyi's expression was brief, this subtle change was still captured by Liu Qingyin.

"There is a problem." Liu Qingyin thought, and then she said, "Yes, so let's coax the engaged young man first."

"Well, I plan to make a folding fan myself and give it to him. Mr. Zhao, are you willing to teach me? Of course, I will pay for the materials and your guidance. You can name a price."

"this……?"

"Is there anything wrong with that? Is there a secret method of making folding fans that cannot be passed on to others in your family?" Liu Qingyin asked.

"That's not the case. It's just that the bamboo and tools for making fan ribs are all at my home, and it's not convenient to bring them here. So if you want to make it yourself, you need to go to my home." Zhao Yunyi frowned, "I'm just worried that it will be inconvenient for you."

"Just don't disturb me, young master. Is your home far from here?"

"Not far, not far, just across the street."

"Okay, Mr. Zhao, please name your price!"

"One tael of silver will do. If the young lady agrees, I will pack up and take her with me."

"Sure! Qingyin would love to have personal guidance from Mr. Zhao." Liu Qingyin's expression and tone made this sentence seem particularly ambiguous.

The shadow in the dark watched Liu Qingyin's every move and followed them silently.