After the mistress of the Marquis' Mansion was reborn, she divorced and married the prince!

Su Zhengyang disguised himself as a waiter and knocked twice before pushing open the door of the private room.

Song Mingli was seen sitting at the tea table, his head supported by his hands, his eyelids heavy, and he seemed drowsy.

The maid turned her head and looked at him in surprise, "Who let you in? Get out!"

Su Zhengyang whispered, "I'll bring you some refreshments."

Without waiting for the maid to take it, he stepped into the room, closed the door, and walked quickly to the table.

The maid looked angry and stepped forward to stop him.

Su Zhengyang quickly put down the tray of snacks, raised his hand and created a gust of wind, attacking the maid.

The maid dodged.

Su Zhengyang was a little surprised, but considering Song Mingli's identity, it was normal for Princess Jing to have several maids who knew kung fu around her.

He started to struggle with the maid.

The maid's kung fu was good, but she still had a hard time dealing with him.

Just when he thought he had captured the maid, another maid came up.

Two people worked together to deal with him.

Su Zhengyang didn't take the two little maids seriously, but he didn't notice anything unusual in the room.

For example, it was obvious that he was not a waiter, so why didn't the people in the house come out to ask for help?

Why did the two maids fight with him when they knew they were no match for him, instead of just one of them holding him back while the others took Song Mingli away?

When he realized something was wrong, his back suddenly felt numb and his whole body felt weak.

His body stiffened and he fell to the ground with a thud.

"How is it? He is a man with experience in the battlefield. How do you feel about facing him?"

Song Mingli, who was drowsy just now, now had bright eyes and looked at the two maids with interest.

The two maids bowed and said, "The moves are simple and direct, fierce and effective. They are different from those fancy moves. I have learned something."

"Slave too!"

Su Zhengyang turned his head with difficulty... What did he mean? Using him as a training ground, specifically for the two maids to practice with?

Why couldn't he move? He felt numbness all over his spine, his limbs were out of control, and his legs were as soft as noodles.

"Squeak" the door opened again.

A male voice came, "Princess, you really don't even give me a chance to show off."

Su Zhengyang turned his head to the other side with great effort and saw Chu Yanchen who seemed to be smiling.

"What's wrong with him?" Chu Yanchen kicked him.

Su Zhengyang wanted to dodge, but his body was completely out of control. He was kicked and staggered twice. Facing Chu Yanchen's teasing eyes, he felt humiliated.

Chu Yanchen stepped over him and sat opposite Song Mingli.

"He has been poisoned. Please give me the antidote, Your Majesty."

Nan Xing’s words made Su Zhengyang’s eyes widen.

Poisoning? When?

He clearly didn't eat anything, nor did he smell any strange fragrance in the room.

Chu Yanchen did not doubt Nan Xing's words at all and immediately took the detoxification pill she took out.

"It's colorless and tasteless, but it can make people unable to move? Your medicine is really powerful." Chu Yanchen said.

Nan Xing smiled and said, "You have to use your internal energy to speed up the effect of the medicine, otherwise the effect won't be so good."

Su Zhengyang's face tightened when he heard this. No wonder! No wonder the two maids who knew kung fu fought with him.

They had all taken the antidote in advance and were only stalling for time until the poison took effect.

"You can kill me or chop me up, it's all up to you!" Su Zhengyang gritted his teeth.

"What does he want to do?" Chu Yanchen ignored him and just looked at Song Mingli.

Song Mingli motioned Nanxing to fetch the extinguished incense burner, "Aphrodisiac incense."

There’s nothing else I don’t understand about this.

Chu Yanchen's face suddenly sank to the bottom of a pot. He looked at Su Zhengyang coldly, as if he was looking at a dead person, "Oh, you are so brave."

"He is indeed extremely daring, and the person behind him is even more despicable." Song Mingli said, "Molan hasn't come back for so long, he should have been caught."

As soon as he finished speaking, Molan came back from outside.

Before Molan entered the door, she said to the person outside, "You'd better stand outside."

"Why? You can go in, why can't I?" Ling Feng said in a low voice.

Molan did not explain, but bowed and came to Song Mingli's side, "Replying to the princess, the man has been caught."

Ling Feng saw that his own prince was sitting in the room, but he didn't say anything to stop him from entering.

He followed him in and stood behind the prince, raising his eyebrows at Molan in dissatisfaction.

Molan ignored him.

Ling Feng glanced at the person on the ground, "Hey, is it him?"

"Leave these two men to me for interrogation. You don't have to do such rough work as interrogation." Chu Yanchen looked at Song Mingli and said.

"Okay." Song Mingli agreed with a smile.

Ling Feng was about to take Su Zhengyang away, but he felt his hands and feet numb. When he lifted Su Zhengyang, he almost stumbled and fell to the ground.

Based on his understanding of his own body, this shouldn't be the case.

He looked at the prince and princess in doubt.

"Didn't Molan remind you? Who told you not to listen?" Chu Yanchen looked as if he was disgusted by his stupidity.

Ling Feng was even more surprised, "Molan reminded me... Is there poison in the house?"

Then how come everyone is fine? Moreover, Molan came in with him, so isn't Molan fine too?

"You can't ask the maidservant beside you to do such rough work as escorting someone. Give him the antidote." Chu Yanchen said to Song Mingli.

Song Mingli nodded, and Nanxing gave the antidote to Ling Feng.

Ling Feng took the antidote and still found it unbelievable.

He was actually poisoned, and no one knew about it?

"No, Your Highness, if you knew it long ago, why didn't you remind me?" When the group was about to leave, Ling Feng said aggrievedly behind Chu Yanchen.

Chu Yanchen glanced at him sideways, "When did you offend Molan?"

Ling Feng was slightly stunned. Offended Molan? No way? He liked her so much, how could he offend her?

"The princess and Molan are like sisters. You have offended the sister of my princess, and you still expect me to favor you? Am I stupid?"

Chu Yanchen snorted lightly, then strode away with his princess.

After taking the antidote, Ling Feng felt refreshed. He moved his hands and feet, and the numbness and lack of control in his limbs disappeared.

Ling Feng couldn't help but be surprised, "So the women around the princess are all so powerful?"

Also, what did the prince say? He said that the princess and Molan were like sisters?

He originally thought that Molan's background was not worthy of him.

Now it seems more like Molan looks down on him?

……

If you open the window of the private room in the teahouse opposite, you can just see the window of the private room where Song Mingli is.

But the window of the private room was closed, so no one could see what was happening inside.

At this time, King Cheng was standing by the window, waving a folding fan, staring at the closed window opposite with a smile, and there was a hint of pride in his eyes.

"Your Highness, Prince Jing has also gone." said the attendant.

The smile in King Cheng's eyes became even more intense. "Catch the thief and take the stolen goods. Catch the adulterer and take both of them. The fourth one is here just in time."

The attendant whispered, "Prince Jing is here too early. Su Zhengyang probably hasn't succeeded yet."

King Cheng's smile froze and the folding fan in his hand snapped shut.

"Why?"

"No... I don't know why, I didn't... I didn't hear Prince Jing get angry."

"I also saw Prince Jing and the Princess getting in the car and leaving together affectionately."

"Prince Jing even personally helped the princess into the carriage, so, probably... nothing happened in time..."

The follower lowered his head and finished speaking hesitantly.

King Cheng closed his eyes, and the pride in his eyes had been replaced by gloom.

He exhaled and said unhappily, "It can only be blamed on Su Zhengyang's bad luck. In terms of kung fu, he is definitely not the opponent of Lao Si."

"Fortunately, our people have neither contacted Su Zhengyang nor showed up. Even if the fourth brother investigates, he can't find anything about me."

King Cheng snorted lightly. If Su Zhengyang was broken, it was broken. It had nothing to do with him.

The follower looked unhappy and said in a low voice, "Yingliu hasn't come back yet."

Prince Cheng's face tensed, "What?"