The soft and sticky crown princess is reborn and throws herself into the arms of the crown prince

Mr. Fan stopped and looked behind Zi Yi. Yao Jue was squatting there trembling, not daring to raise his head.

My eyes moved to Zi Yi's face. This femme fatale was really interesting. What a pity!

"Since Miss Ziyi has asked, how can I, Fan, not obey? If Miss Ziyi wants it, I will give it to her.

As for the silver, I'll trouble Miss Ziyi to take care of it."

After saying that, he waved to his men in the room: "Retreat."

Then, he led a group of people out of the door in a swagger.

After everyone left, Yao Jue wiped the sweat from his head and prepared to thank Zi Yi.

But before he could say anything, he was almost frightened to the point of peeing himself by the person falling on his head.

Bi Shiqi landed steadily beside Zi Yi and asked with a puzzled look on her face: "Do you know that Fan Zhuangjia?"

Zi Yi, on the other hand, didn't take it seriously. She found a chair and sat down: "We are both doing business in the capital, so it's not surprising that we know each other."

Unexpectedly, after these words were spoken, Bi Shiqi became even more anxious.

"Why is it not surprising? Although he is engaged in business, he runs a gambling house and you run a rouge and powder shop. The two are worlds apart.

How do you know someone like him?"

Zi Yi moved her ears, feeling that something was not right with what he said.

"What do you mean by a person like him?" Zi Yi wanted to argue with Bi Shiqi, but the next second she felt bored.

"Don't worry about business matters as a kid."

After saying that, he sat up straight, ready to ask questions.

Unexpectedly, Bi Shiqi refused to give in: "What do you mean I should not care? I will. If he bullies you in the future, I will help you at any time."

In fact, Bi Shiqi felt that Zi Yi was a weak woman, and if she met the owner of such a gambling house, she might get into danger...

Looking at that Mr. Fan just now, he doesn't seem to be a good person. A kind girl like Zi Yi can't be deceived.

Zi Yi was a little impatient when she heard this. She raised her head and looked at the noisy Bi Shiqi impatiently, and said irritably: "He wants me to be his wife, but I don't agree. Is that okay? Do you understand?

Are you going to ask or not? This is your job."

"W...what?!" Bi Shiqi widened his eyes. Perhaps he himself did not realize how terrifying his excitement was at the moment.

Zi Yi didn't care about that. She kicked a stool behind Bi Shiqi and said with a pout, "You ask."

Bi Shiqi hadn't yet recovered from the shock and sat down in a daze.

Yao Jue then crawled over tremblingly on his knees, and said with tears of gratitude: "Fairy Zi Yi, thank you for saving my life."

Zi Yi quickly waved her hand to stop him: "No, I'm not a fairy. Besides, I just chopped off one of your hands, not your life."

"Miss, you don't know that I won't be able to pay back the 150 taels in three days. After three days, it will be my death."

"Since you have repaid the money for me, I will work like a slave for you in the future to repay you for saving me."

"I don't want you to be my slave."

Zi Yi brushed her sleeves and gently put the hair on her cheek behind her ear. She was very elegant, and definitely not the femme fatale that Mr. Fan described.

Yao Jue was a little confused, and he looked up and asked tentatively: "How does the girl want me to repay you? Silver..."

Where would he get the money?

Zi Yi lazily looked up at Bi Shiqi, and Bi Shiqi reluctantly turned around to face Yao Jue.

I will ask her about Zi Yi in detail later. For now, just do what the master tells you to do.

"We don't want your money, but I want you to do something."

Yao Jue continued to ask with a confused look on his face: "What's the matter?"

He didn't dare to agree directly because he was afraid that it would endanger his life, but he didn't dare to refuse. Compared with cutting off his hand, maybe he could do it.

"The prince's concubine is your daughter, right?!"

Bi Shiqi asked knowingly, and it was obvious that the expression on Yao Jue's face changed very quickly in an instant.

"how do you know?"

After blurting out the words, he realized belatedly that he had said the wrong thing and hurriedly tried to make amends.

"No, what about the prince and concubine? How can a commoner like me come into contact with the royal family?"

The corners of Bi Shiqi's mouth twitched. She didn't expect this old man to be so good at pretending.

Then he would play with him.

"Is that so? You really don't know?"

Yao Jue stiffened his neck in a serious tone and said, "I don't know."

Bi Shiqi nodded and murmured to herself: "I don't know... I don't know... OK."

Suddenly, the voice became louder: "Zi Yi, please ask the gambling house owner to come over."

As soon as these words were spoken, Yao Jue immediately became timid and quickly begged for mercy.

"I know, I know, please spare my life, sir. What do you want me to do?"

A trace of sarcasm flashed across Bi Shiqi's face, and she sneered: "Why didn't you do this earlier? You have to talk nonsense."

"It's not a big deal. I just wanted to ask if the prime minister's concubine, Suning's daughter, and the prince's concubine is your daughter, but you just accidentally admitted it."

"Now it seems... well, let's put it this way, you come with us in the next few days, and then we will take you to the government office in a few days. At that time, you will admit in court that the prince's concubine is your daughter."

Seeing Yao Jue's helpless look, he probably wanted to refuse, with reluctance written all over his face.

But Bi Shiqi was not willing to give him such an opportunity. He wanted to finish the task assigned by his master as soon as possible, and then carefully inquire about the matter between Zi Yi and the Fan family.

"Don't try to play tricks on me. We can save you from the Fan family and let you go back. You won't even know how you died then."

The expression on Zi Yi's face froze for a moment. In fact, Yao Jue was doomed to die. Bi Ming Tang accepted Mu Pei Yao's order, so Yao Jue's death was only a matter of time.

Who could have thought that a daughter would hire a killer to kill her own father.

As soon as Mu Yunchen and Mu Peiyun returned home, they began to study how to handle this game.

"Why not let father submit a memorial? Suning brought Yao Kui's bloodline to disrupt the Mu family's bloodline. Father must be furious. It would be more appropriate to hand over the witness to father than for us to submit a memorial."

After hearing this, Mu Yunchen still felt that it was not possible.

If the Prince's Mansion were to expose this matter, it would be a declaration in front of the emperor and all the civil and military officials that they are irreconcilable with Mu Yunyu.

This plan is absolutely not acceptable.

But if I let my father-in-law make a report, wouldn't that give the people in the Censorate something to say again?

By then, there will be countless memorials criticizing Prime Minister Mu for being unkind and unjust.

Mu Peiyao's biological mother is dead, and she gave birth to a premature son a few days ago who has died. If Prime Minister Mu submits a memorial at this time saying that Mu Peiyao is not his blood, wouldn't it make people think that he has no compassion at all?

Especially those people in the Censorate who just eat for nothing...

Suddenly, both of them had a flash of inspiration and looked at each other in unison.

"Grandpa!"

"Regent!"