The Favored Concubine: The Doting Prince

Yuxiao has been feeling uneasy these past few days. She wasn't sure since when her master started looking at her with those eyes as cold as a mountain top, circling from top to bottom and from left to right, occasionally frowning and shaking his head, with contempt?

I asked Yu Liao and he said that there was such a situation, but he didn't have to serve closely and could just stay away. I was in a miserable situation, and I suspected every day that there was mud stuck on my face.

"Master, is there anything wrong with the clothes I'm wearing today?" Yuxiao asked hesitantly, her back unconsciously bent. Yuan Yi took a closer look and felt that Yuxiao's only pretty face was pretty, but her figure was totally devoid of charm.

"There's nothing wrong with it. It's fine." Yuan Yi leaned back in his chair, looking very lazy but also quite confident.

Yuxiao could only nod awkwardly, thinking of something to say to ease the strange atmosphere, and continued,

"Seventh Prince, I have come to the capital. His Majesty has granted me a house." The Seventh Prince went to the Northern Territory and solved Chen Liang's hidden danger, the big problem of smuggling demons. It is said that he also uprooted the killer organization Demon Killer that had been entrenched in the Northern Territory for many years.

Before entering the capital, he had already sent people to reorganize the Demon Control Bureau. Each of these was a great achievement and he was really busy.

Thinking of this, Yuxiao couldn't help but glance at her master who was hiding there.

The mesmerizing profile, the silky black hair, the elegant yet lazy posture, even the feet stepping on the soft cushions seemed like they were carefully carved by the craftsman. The few words of persuasion that I just wanted to say were stuck in my mouth.

Yuxiao nodded with satisfaction. His master was still the best. He won just by sitting there. Gods don’t need to care about the fights of mortals.

Turning around, Yuxiao remembered what Yu Liao said, "This emperor is really the one who marries one son and gives another son a house, and he doesn't offend anyone." When it comes to insidiousness, the old emperor is the most insidious.

"Master, what should we do?" The Seventh Prince's actions still made Yu Xiao feel unsure. She felt that the Seventh Prince's Mansion was pressing forward step by step, while her master was only thinking about coaxing his wife.

"What should I do?" Yuan Yi retracted his gaze and looked at Yu Xiao who was frowning, "He got the house, do I still have to give him a gift?"

It makes no sense for the crown prince to give gifts to the prince. No matter how great the Seventh Master's contributions were, the old emperor had never agreed to change the crown prince. What's the point of establishing a crown prince no matter how great his contributions were? He is just the son of a maid.

"But we suffered a lot of losses in the north this time," Yuxiao felt a pang of pain in her heart when she recalled the memorial handed over from the north.

Yuan Yi lowered his eyes for just a moment, then smiled again, "Seventh Brother, you did the right thing this time."

Yuxiao looked up at her master in confusion.

"I allow the smuggling of demons, but I don't allow the use of such despicable means to capture the son and lure the mother, okay?" Yuan Yi sat up straight, his elbows on the table, his eyes slowly turning cold, the sky above the cold pond was full of flying snow, a layer of ice formed deep in his eyes.

"Aren't you afraid that Xian Ye will bite your head off after he finds out?"

"Slave, I know I was wrong. It was my fault that I did not investigate the source of the goods clearly." Yuxiao knelt on the ground. When he thought of what those demon masters had done, he felt very angry, but the chill on his spine made him feel more fear.

Seeing Yuxiao trembling a little, Yuan Yi withdrew his gaze and looked away. It was not Yuxiao's fault. It was he who underestimated human nature, or to be more precise, ignored human greed.

Faced with huge interests, people will eventually resort to any means necessary.

"Take advantage of Old Seven's rebuilding of the Demon Control Bureau to stop the smuggling of demons." Yuan Yi's tone was slow and no emotion could be heard, but Yu Xiao sighed slightly. After all, was it because he couldn't bear it?

"Yes, master." Yuxiao bowed respectfully.