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Outside the opposite carriage, Fang Ziyan, who was directing the driver to go slower, seemed to see a familiar figure from afar and tentatively called out,

"Xu Mengjiao?"

Meng Jiao's eyesight was better than anyone else's, so she had already seen the carriage sign before him.

I just didn't expect it to be the carriage of the Duke's Mansion. I was a little stunned for a moment.

At this moment Fang Ziyan spoke, she quickly stood up and waved excitedly,

"it's me!"

But the next moment, the curtain of the carriage was suddenly lifted.

Zhongli Weiran's eyes were filled with coldness and shot straight at Meng Jiao. Meng Jiao couldn't help but shudder after seeing it clearly.

No, how could he find out so quickly about the plan I made up for him to die in the village?

Or was he angry because I didn't make him food this afternoon? Or was it because I didn't greet him?

In fact, Meng Jiao misunderstood because her voice was too hoarse when she responded, so Zhongli Weiran thought she was bullied and his face was very bad.

The carriage approached quickly. Meng Jiao ignored the coldness of the man in the carriage and asked,

"Where are you going?"

Fang Ziyan was about to answer when he saw a hand with distinct finger bones reaching out from the carriage.

"Come up."

Meng Jiao looked at the dirt on her body and wanted to refuse embarrassedly, but the owner of the big hand came close and pulled her in.

Unprepared for a moment, Meng Jiao fell straight into the man's arms.

"Ah, sir, are you okay?"

Everyone outside the carriage looked at each other in bewilderment. Fang Ziyan opened his mouth wide and looked at the commander of the Imperial Guards, who was wearing casual clothes and had the same expression as him.

Ah, did the prince take the girl’s hand just now?

A faint voice came from the carriage.

"Go home!"

The group of people were shocked and turned back to the same place, rushing back the way they came.

The two brothers were left standing there in a mess...

"That was the prince of the Duke's Mansion just now? Didn't they say that the Duke's Mansion protects him closely and never lets him go out because he is sick?"

The other swallowed and slapped the cow's butt.

"Brother, I think we have found a big boss."

...

In the carriage, Meng Jiao didn't dare to speak. After she said the words "return home", the man didn't say another word. He had a cold face, as if someone owed him a lot of money.

After all, she was the one who used the Duke's Mansion as an excuse to cause trouble, so Meng Jiao couldn't help feeling guilty.

Thinking that it was a blessing to let her into the carriage now,

She hadn't eaten lunch and had been busy until now. She even cried and was very tired now.

After all, a horse-drawn carriage is more stable than an ox-drawn carriage. She leaned against a corner and fell asleep accidentally.

Zhongli Weiran turned his head only after hearing her steady breathing, his eyes filled with a paranoia that could almost devour him.

When I woke up and didn't see the little girl, I felt so disappointed.

He didn't know why the poetry collection he liked in the past suddenly became boring. A voice in his heart kept reminding him to go find her.

I have clearly endured countless days and nights over the past nineteen years, so how come I can't even stay calm for half a minute in my house?

Time is passing, and my mood is getting irritable.

He couldn't help imagining that she might have an accident outside. He thought of a possibility that didn't even occur when he was dying. For the first time, he felt anxious.

Finally unable to resist the anxious waiting, he rubbed his brows and compromised, and ordered someone to check the whereabouts of the little girl.

The whole afternoon, the person in the palace was alarmed, and the secret agent in the capital was also alarmed. Finally, the news that she had returned to the village was received an hour ago.

So when he got the news, he set off without stopping.

Now, he saw

The little girl was safe and sound, and even gave him a flattering and dazzling smile.

What's so funny? He was dirty, his clothes had two holes in them, his face was covered with tears and dirt, and his eyes were red like a rabbit!

What's so funny?

He wanted to tear the person who made her cry into pieces, so why could she still laugh?

The carriage swayed and swayed, and when it arrived at the back door of the Duke's Mansion, it was almost midnight.

Fang Ziyan placed the wheelchair in place and waited for the people in the carriage to get off.

Meng Jiao woke up the moment the carriage stopped, and did not see Zhongli Weiran withdraw his gaze from her.

Perhaps she was worried about him and had not slept very soundly. Now that the carriage stopped, she hurriedly got off and waited with Fang Ziyan.

I kept hoping that the person in the car would be lenient to her.

Zhongli Weiran stretched out his hand, Meng Jiao pushed Fang Ziyan aside and helped him up.

After sensing that the owner of the pair of small hands was Meng Jiao, Zhongli Weiran brushed them away like a child, then got off the carriage by himself, without even getting into the wheelchair, and strode inside.

Meng Jiao touched her nose awkwardly, and when he walked away, she leaned closer to ask Fang Ziyan,

"What's wrong, Master?"

Fang Ziyan stepped back in fear. He was kidding. He used to think of her as a servant like himself. But now he dared not think so.

So he smiled and gently reminded me,

"Haha, I've been looking for you for the whole afternoon and haven't even had a meal. How can I be happy?"

Meng Jiao's eyes widened as she suddenly realized,

Oh, it’s because I didn’t eat anything!

So, Zhongli Weiran, who was still struggling with his feelings, received a message from Mengjiao.

A bowl of hot plain noodles with a heart-shaped poached egg on top.

This is what Meng Jiao found from the daily necessities in the space. At that time, I thought it might be useful. Who knew it would actually be used?

After Meng Jiao placed the noodles on the table, she approached the person on the bed, grabbed Zhong Li's unstained sleeve and pulled it inch by inch.

"Master, it's time to eat. I was wrong. Next time, I will make sure to cook before leaving the house..."

Zhongli Weiran was about to laugh at her train of thought, and stood up with a cold face.

"Who told you that Grandpa was angry because you didn't cook?"

This was the first time he called himself "Master" in front of me, and I looked really angry.

Meng Jiao put on a flattering smile, took the tray from the table and held it towards him.

"No matter how wrong you are, it's all my fault. Can you eat something? Only when you are full will you have the energy to be angry with me, right?"

Zhongli Weiran didn't notice the poached egg in the bowl at first, and was about to tell her to leave in frustration,

Meng Jiao was anxious. Seeing that he didn't notice, she tried to raise her hand in front of his eyes again. She almost had "I'm looking at you now" written on her face.

Zhongli Weiran's annoying expression froze, and turned red at an odd speed. He turned over and lay back on the bed.

"Nonsense, get out."

Meng Jiao was disappointed. Well, she had miscalculated. She turned around and walked out the door dejectedly.

Who knew that after taking two steps, a slightly anxious and muffled voice came from behind,

"Put your stuff down."

With excitement in her eyes, Meng Jiao happily responded, put down the noodles, and ran back to the small kitchen.

While turning on the surveillance camera in Zhongli Weiran's room, he picked up the noodles that he had cooked for himself and started to eat them.

The man in the room stood up only after he was sure that he had really gone far away. Then, he ate the heart-shaped egg bite by bite with a red face.

Meng Jiao was relieved and packed up to rest.

As a result, I received various medicines for injuries and tonics.

She then remembered that her face was still covered in bruises and makeup.

She seemed to suddenly understand why that guy was angry...

...

More than a month passed in the blink of an eye, and Zhongli Weiran was called to the Duke's study again. But this time, he was prepared.

In the study, Zhongli Yongshan had no idea why the emperor had assigned him so many tasks.

But when it comes to his son's lifelong event, no matter how busy he is, he will definitely make time to deal with it.

Zhongli Weiran was not in a wheelchair today. He appeared in the study room with an old man with white hair and a youthful face.

Zhongli Yongshan, who was originally sitting, stood up and offered his seat to the other person.

"Dr. Lu, long time no see, please take a seat..."