After rebirth, I became the widow of my mortal enemy

The shopkeeper was still very nervous: "No... no, we saw the lady trying to run away, so we grabbed her by force and lost our sense of responsibility. We are really sorry."

"Why are you running?" Yan Mobai asked Ning Miao, his phoenix eyes dark.

This was the first thing he said to her after he came in.

Ning Miao leaned against the wall, her eyes became even redder. She bit her lip and said timidly, "I... have never encountered anything like this before. I don't know how they will treat me after they catch me. I'm scared..."

Yan Mobai looked at her, his cold eyes swept across her sleeve where a large piece of cloth had been torn off, and then glanced at her legs: "Can you walk?"

Ning Miao shook his head, then quickly nodded.

Yan Mobai's black eyes were deep and dark, he turned around and walked out.

Ning Miao was not surprised by his lack of sympathy for women, and she limped along with difficulty.

The shopkeeper called a woman who worked as a handyman in the bank to help her.

He personally escorted her to the door, and said respectfully: "I am very sorry for what happened today. Thank you, Lord Yan and Lady Madam, for your generosity. We will issue a deposit slip for the box of gold and silver and send someone to deliver it to your house."

Ning Miao and Yan Mobai each got on a carriage, and the two carriages returned to the mansion one after the other.

When getting off the carriage at the gate of the mansion, Ning Miao called out to Yan Mobai: "Second Young Master, I'm sorry. It's my fault that I didn't do the job well and caused you to have to make such a hard trip."

Yan Mo glanced at her calmly without saying anything. He walked straight up the steps at the gate and entered the mansion.

Looking at his back with his robe fluttering and his footsteps dancing, Ning Miao was silent for a moment, then turned his head and said to the driver, "Please ask Chunlan or Nanny Gan to come out and help me."

In fact, she was not seriously injured. The kick on the leg was just an illusion. The other party just touched her.

But since it was a self-torture trick performed for Yan Mobai to see, he had to pretend to the end.

The private seal was fake, she had already seen through it. How could Yan Mobai give such an important thing to her?

He probably thought that she would run away with the money and would not deposit it in a bank, so it didn't matter if he gave her a fake one.

Not only did she save it, but she was also beaten because of the fake private seal.

Does Yan Mobai feel the slightest bit of guilt?

-

Snow Garden

Yan Mobai was dressed in a dark suit, sitting at his desk with his brows lowered, handling official business.

Lan Ying brought in a cup of fresh tea.

He and Chi Feng were both Yan Mobai's personal guards. Today, he followed the woman from Fang Feiyuan and hid on the roof tiles of Wenchun Temple. He heard the shocking words that the woman uttered when she prayed to Buddha.

"Does your Excellency believe that Madam Ning and Prince Kang really have a blood feud?" Lan Ying respectfully placed the cup on the table next to Yan Mobai.

Yan Mobai didn't even raise his eyes. He turned the page of the document in his hand with his long fingers and said nonchalantly: "You don't believe it?"

"I do believe it a little bit. She looks like a weak woman, not like a disguise. But King Kang is cunning, so I dare not make a firm statement."

Yan Mobai raised his eyes: "It's not difficult to know whether King Kang is her enemy or her master."

After saying that, he motioned for Lan Ying to come forward and whispered a few instructions.

Lan Ying nodded and accepted the order.

-

The next day, after Ning Miao had lunch and was about to take a nap, Lan Ying came to Fangfei Garden.

"My Lord, please ask Madam Ning to go to Fuquan Teahouse."

Going to a teahouse?

Ning Miao was very surprised.

What does this guy want to do now?

"What did the Second Young Master say?"

Lan Ying shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

Ning Miao couldn't refuse, so he had to go with Lan Ying.

I was thinking about Yan Mobai's purpose all the way.

Although teahouses are places for drinking tea, there is no way he would invite her for tea.

Could it be that he heard what she said when she prayed to Buddha at Wenchun Temple and wanted to talk to her?

If that's the case, we can talk at home, why go to a teahouse?

Therefore, the purpose must be not simple.

Ning Miao followed Lan Ying with a heavy heart to an elegant room on the second floor of Fuquan Teahouse.

In the elegant room, Yan Mobai, dressed in a black brocade robe, sat leisurely at a table by the window, playing with a teacup in his big, bony hands.

"Sir, Madam Ning is here." Lan Ying said respectfully.

Yan Mobai turned and looked at her.

Ning Miao bowed slightly and said softly, "What's the matter, Second Young Master?"

Yan Mobai pointed to the direction opposite him and motioned for her to sit down.

Ning Miao hesitated for a moment, walked over with a slight limp, and sat down awkwardly.

Yan Mobai glanced at Lan Ying, who retreated and stood guard at the door.

Only Yan Mobai and Ning Miao were left in the elegant room.

Ning Miao twirled his fingers, looking timid and uneasy.

Yan Mobai reached out, picked up the teapot on the table, poured a cup of tea, and placed it on the table in front of her.

"I gave my sister-in-law a fake private seal yesterday, causing her to be beaten. I'm sorry."

Ning Miao looked at him, saw that his handsome face showed no emotion at all, and saw that he was saying words of apology, but his voice and tone were so dull and without a trace of warmth.

She knew that he hadn't asked her to come here to apologize.

But she didn't know what he was up to.

We can only wait and see and respond accordingly.

Ning Miao secretly pinched her palms, making her cheeks blush and her eyes misty. She shook her head: "It's okay, the Second Young Master didn't mean it."

Yan Mobai didn't respond. He picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip of tea.

Ning Miao maintained a humble attitude, not looking directly at him, with his eyebrows slightly lowered, his eyes only fixed on his chest and hands.

His hands are beautiful, white, slender, with distinct joints.

"Sister-in-law, why don't you drink?" Yan Mobai put down the cup in his hand and stared at her with his dark eyes: "Are you afraid it's poisonous?"

Ning Miao had no choice but to hold up the teacup with both hands. Just as he was about to bring it to his lips, he suddenly heard Lan Ying at the door reporting, "Sir, Prince Kang is here."

King Kang?

Ning Miao's breathing stagnated and the tea in the cup in his hand spilled out.

This man made an appointment with King Kang?

how come?

Aren't they two in hostile camps?

She raised her eyes in panic and met Yan Mobai's gaze fixed on her face.

He kept looking at her, observing her reaction.

So, he did it on purpose and asked King Kang to come?

Her head was buzzing, but she forced herself to remain calm.

On the way, she thought of all kinds of possibilities, but she never thought of this situation.

Yan Mobai's eyes were deep, and he stood up with a smile on his face and went to the door to greet him.

"Your Highness Prince Kang."

"Guard Chifeng said that Lord Yan invited me to tea, but I don't believe it. How could Lord Yan have such a refined taste?" King Kang was dressed in a dark blue brocade robe and a jade belt with python pattern, looking very dignified.

Yan Mobai just smiled without saying anything and made a "please" gesture to King Kang.

The two of them entered the elegant room.

Chifeng Lanying, as well as King Kang's two guards were all standing guard outside the door.

Seeing that the room was empty, Yan Mobai glanced at the window and pursed his thin lips.

Prince Kang lifted his robe and sat down in the seat where Ning Miao had sat previously.

Yan Mobai sat back in his seat.

As soon as I sat down and was about to pick up the kettle to pour water, I felt a weight on my calf, as if someone was hugging me.

His hand holding the teapot paused for a moment, then returned to normal and continued to hold the teapot to pour a cup of tea for King Kang.

The tea table in the private room was covered with a gorgeous tablecloth that dragged on the ground all around, covering the bottom of the table tightly.

Ning Miao hid under the table, huddled at Yan Mobai's feet, nervously looking at the corner of King Kang's robe and thick-soled cloud-patterned boots, afraid that he would stretch a little further and touch her.