Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Although Princess Changle is a princess, her actual status is no worse than that of the princesses, and she is even more noble.

The reason why Ye Fuheng reached the highest position in the country in just seven years and the late emperor appointed him as regent to assist the young emperor was inseparable from the help of Prince Ning.

With such status and position, he could have any ointment he wanted. Even if he went to the palace and asked for eight or ten of them, no one would dare to say anything.

"In that case, I would like to thank the princess and wait for the medicine to be delivered to me at home."

Ning Yunzhi smiled and watched Chang Qing and Ye Fuheng leave. The temperature in her eyes gradually dropped. She lowered her head and casually pulled her belt to play with it, and suddenly she laughed.

Jin Han heard her low laughter and felt a little confused.

The princess admired the regent so much that she was almost going crazy. Now seeing that the regent and his wife were still in love, and that woman was speaking like a hostess, shouldn't she be furious?

How can you still laugh? Are you angry to the point of being stupid?

Jin Han's body trembled violently. No matter what the situation was, she was afraid that the Regent Princess would be in trouble.

The princess usually looks soft, obedient and sweet, but once she gets really angry, even ten lives will not be enough for her to play with.

If it weren't for the fact that the Regent was so capable, ruthless and bloody, and his hands were not stained with blood, which made the princess a little afraid of him, I'm afraid that this flower on the mountain would have been plucked by the princess long ago.

"Jinhan, let's go to Yunji Pastry Shop and buy some thousand-layer cakes and Shuipinsu."

Ning Yunzhi returned to her usual self, her moist eyes fixed on the lights in this area. With a bit of inexplicable tenderness and paranoia, she watched Chang Qing's back disappear in the crowd.

Is this a declaration of war on her?

She has never lost in her life. If she really can't beat Ye Fuheng, she doesn't mind letting them die together.

No, let one live and the other sleep forever in the ground, separated by heaven and earth, never to see each other.

If someone else touches the person she likes, she will do anything.

Ye Fuheng, Ye Fuheng... Ning Yunzhi silently repeated this name in her heart. She was as blind as everyone else and thought that he really was that cold-hearted and ruthless person. She never thought that he would turn around and become a lovesick man.

The person she had been thinking about for so many years had become someone else during the time when she accompanied the empress dowager to pray on the mountain. When Ning Yunzhi found out about this, she was so angry that she almost lost her mind. After sending someone to find out the situation, she held back and waited until she returned to the palace with the empress dowager to worship Buddha before she took action a few times, but the results were always unsatisfactory.

There was still some snow on the red tiles of Chang'an that had not melted. Fine pieces of snow were floating in the air, and the cold whimpering sounded like thorns, pricking people's skin and causing some pain.

Chang Qing stood at the gate of Zhifu, her pretty face with a gentle smile, but her slightly drunken lips looked a little pale in the freezing night. The gatekeeper was still saying something, but suddenly he stopped talking, walked forward a few steps, and rubbed his eyes with his hand.

"Miss?"

The servant could see Chang Qing's face clearly in the dim moonlight. A hint of joy appeared on his face. He ran quickly into the mansion, shouting that Chang Qing had returned.

Chang Qing walked into the mansion and saw a man sweeping the snow with a broom, slightly bent over. He had just swept away a layer of snow, but more snow floated down from the sky. The old man continued to repeat this action tirelessly, letting the white snow fall all over himself.

Chang Qing's eyes suddenly felt sore for no reason, and a hint of red appeared at the corners of his eyes, as if he had put on rouge under this cold and distant look.

"Uncle Yan."

Yan Bo turned around and smiled when he saw Chang Qing, but then he felt something was wrong, so he quickly closed his mouth, put the broom aside, and gestured with his hands.

They had not seen the young lady since she got married. Even on the day of her return home, which they had been looking forward to for a long time, they waited from dawn till dusk, when the moonlight fell into the clouds, before news came from the Regent's Palace that the princess was unwell.

Although life was going on as usual, everyone in the Zhifu felt that something was missing.

Zhifu walked over with hurried steps, his breath melting the drifting snowflakes, and exhaled a cloud of white mist. He slowed down his pace not far away from Changqing and walked in front of Changqing and Ye Fuheng.

"I greet the prince and princess."

"Teacher, I am only here to accompany Jinhua today, so I must be polite."

The father had a stern face, his thin back was straight, and his tone was deliberately cold: "Etiquette cannot be abolished."

Ye Fuheng remained silent, looking at the middle-aged man in front of him with complicated eyes. After the incident of the Ye family, he grew up in Zhifu and had been following his father and being taught by him.

A murderous look suddenly rose in his dark eyes. If it was Nan Yusheng who came today, would his attitude be different?

Ye Fuheng's expression also turned cold. Ever since he used all means to get to the top, his teacher had kept his distance from him. Even with this relationship by marriage, the two of them had not returned to their past status as strict yet loving teacher and father, not to mention that he had forced Jin Huan and Nan Yu Sheng to cancel their engagement.

"Uncle Yan, the people in the kitchen have gone to bed. Can you help me boil some hot water?" Zhi's father turned around.

Yan Bo was a mute and had no wife or children. Feeling sorry for him, Zhifu found him a job in the mansion. It was just some odd jobs for him to do, but Yan Bo was extremely serious and would not stop until he had completed the task perfectly.

"Dad, the snow is getting heavier. Why are you wearing so little? Your health has been getting worse in recent years. When the weather changes, you feel even more uncomfortable and painful. You need to take good care of yourself."

Chang Qing helped his young father into the house. While scolding his father who was coughing slightly, he also ordered someone to boil some medicine to keep out the cold.

The father's usually stern face revealed a bit of helplessness and kindness. In the past, he was the one scolding others, but when it came to his own daughter, he changed his role.

"Ai Ai, I've made a note of this. You always have to remind me every time. Are you going to stay for a few days this time? Your boudoir is cleaned every day and has never been touched."

Seeing that Zhifu was trying to change the subject, Changqing directly exposed him.

"When you cultivate your body and cultivate your character, you must be careful and meticulous. You cannot ignore a small benefit as an injustice, nor can you ignore a small loss as no harm. Father is well-read in the books of sages, so how could you forget what the Master said: cultivate yourself with respect... cultivate yourself to bring peace to others... cultivate yourself to bring peace to the people."

As for the short stay, Chang Qing knew that Ye Fuheng, a lunatic, would never agree to it, so he said that they were all in Chang'an, not far away, and they could come back at any time.

The young father looked at her silently, feeling both guilty and distressed. He wanted to say something, but in the end he just patted her hands.

After all, it was because of his unqualified status as a father that his daughter married someone she didn't like.

"Dad, I'm doing well, and Ah Heng treats me very well."

Chang Qing saw what her father was thinking, and her brows softened slightly, as if it was raining and snowing. She smiled warmly with sparkling eyes, and it seemed as if her smile came from the heart.

Qiuqiu behind her moved her body and felt a sharp gaze that seemed to stab her with blood. She knew that it was the Regent warning her.

Chang Qing also noticed it and bent his fingers slightly, signaling Qiu Qiu to stop talking and not to anger Ye Fuheng, the psychopath, for the time being.

They have a long way to go!

Qiuqiu lowered her head. Yes, she couldn't be impulsive. Ah Fu was already dead, and now the young lady only had herself by her side. If something happened to her, the young lady would be really isolated and helpless.