The system jumped to me

Anyone would be happy to receive such care.

Yingliu smiled and touched Xiaoyao with her shoulder.

"Okay! My princess."

The two looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Fangfeng Bei ignored Xiaoyao's warning and just focused on Yingliu.

Before Xuan entered the house, he heard laughter from inside.

The tense nerves relaxed quietly.

With Yingliu's company, Xiaoyao is no longer alone.

"Xiaoyao, Yingliu, and Mr. Fengfeng"

Xuanxuan and Fangfengbei clasped their fists and saluted each other.

Yingliu and Xiaoyao sat on the couch motionless.

"Xuan, are you here in Xiyan City to gild yourself?"

When Ying Liu said this, everyone present looked at her.

"Gold-plated?"

"Am I wrong? You are the grandson of the King of Xiyan, and you have been appointed as the Internal History of River Transport. This is a lucrative job, but it's a little hot. If you do it well, you will be able to..."

Yingliu stopped suddenly, with a few words turning over in her mind.

“Justified”

The smile on Xuan's face disappeared, his expression became solemn, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but he suddenly laughed again.

"Why do you say that, Miss Yingliu?"

Xiaoyao looked at Yingliu with some concern.

Fang Fengbei silently gathered his spiritual power, ready to take action at any time.

The situation was at a stalemate and the atmosphere was not very good.

Yingliu reached out with a normal expression, picked a grape and put it into her mouth.

"You're asking even though you already know the answer. I'm not blind. You brought Xiaoyao all the way back to Xiyan. Given your personality, how could you be willing to be inferior to others?"

"And your previous assassination has spread everywhere, okay? Everyone knows about it. Your two uncles will not tolerate you."

What Yingliu said was so frank and reasonable that the conspiracy theorist Xuanxuan was at a loss for words.

"Oh, by the way, assassination, you must know about it, Fangfeng clan... maybe others know about it too..."

Xuan suddenly interrupted Yingliu.

“Don’t beat around the bush”

Yingliu put down the fruit in her hand and sat up straight.

Xiaoyao looked at her heaving belly, feeling very worried, and quickly helped Yingliu sit down.

"Xuan, you need time to grow your power, and we can buy you time."

Yingliu knew that too much was as bad as too little, so she handed the initiative to Xuanxuan at the right time.

"Is this what you mean, or...Fang Feng's idea?"

Xuanxuan's gaze moved and stopped on Fangfeng Bei, who remained silent.

Facing the temptation, Ying Liu was very calm and said slowly:

"Your Highness, don't worry. Bei and I have no other intentions. Fangfeng is a big family with a lot of wealth. There is a destiny for us. We are nothing. Xiaoyao and I are good friends, so naturally we should be closer."

Xuan was silent for a moment, but Yingliu's meaning was clear enough.

She and Fangfeng Bei are not valued in the family. Compared with the family, Yingliu is more inclined to her because of Xiaoyao. As husband and wife are one, Fangfeng Bei will naturally advance and retreat with Yingliu.

Ying Liu speaks sincerely. Although she has a delicate personality, she is open-minded and does not seem like someone who would collude with Uncle Wang.

In other words, Yingliu has to bring Fangfeng Bei with him (who has already formed an alliance with the two uncles) and the Fangfeng clan to support him!

After pondering for a while, Xuan began to think about the value of the two people and the benefits they could bring to him.

"I heard that Mr. Fangfeng has been fascinated by mountains and rivers for many years and has traveled all over the world."

Yingliu's heart was in suspense. This was questioning our value.

Feng Feng Bei took off the spiritual power in his hand and said with a smile

"Your Highness, I am sorry to have made a fool of myself. In my early years, Bei liked to explore the mysteries and linger in the mountains, but I never neglected my cultivation. Although I am not as powerful as a top-notch spiritual master, I am able to protect myself."

Fang Fengbei suddenly picked up the teacup and said solemnly

"…The assassination that day was helpless. I offer you tea to apologize. I hope Your Highness will not take it to heart."