The real big guys are those with connections in the eyes of the system!

"Oops, it went astray." The curtain of the sedan chair opposite was lifted by the longbow. The young man wearing a silver mask looked at the arrow that had shot into the air and shook his head with some regret. "I haven't touched this thing for a long time. My hands are a little rusty now."

The guard standing beside the carriage said in a serious tone, "Your Highness, don't be discouraged. Since you are new to it, you will naturally get the hang of it after shooting a few more arrows."

"That makes sense!" The regent raised his voice, and then he drew his bow again, "I will shoot a few more arrows now."

When the coachman from the prime minister's residence heard this, he immediately had a bad feeling.

He looked up nervously and saw the Regent pointing the arrow at him.

Thinking about how deeply the arrow had penetrated the wooden board, if the force had hit me, wouldn't it have pierced me through?

The coachman was frightened by his own imagination and hurriedly tried to kneel down and beg for mercy, but because his legs were too weak, he somehow fell off the carriage.

"Ouch!"

He just shouted, but was afraid that his voice would anger the Regent, so he quickly covered his mouth with his hands.

Then, he raised his head carefully again and found that the Regent had adjusted his posture at some point, and the arrow was pointing at... him!

The driver was so frightened that he leaned back and fell hard on his butt.

The pain made him more awake.

He knelt down quickly, and then tried to approach the Regent on his knees.

But when he was stared at by those narrow and cold eyes, he was so scared that he dared not get any closer.

He could only kowtow and beg, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I was shortsighted and didn't recognize that this was your carriage. I know I was wrong. I will ask the carriage to move aside. Please spare my life..."

The arrow suddenly left the bow.

The next second, it fell beside the driver again.

The driver thought that the regent was being kind-hearted, and was about to thank him when he heard him speak with some displeasure, "You cried so ugly that my hand trembled and I missed the target again. Mu Qing, I grant you death!"

"I obey my orders!"

The guard approached with a knife in hand, and the driver's pleadings failed to move him at all.

At the critical moment, a clear female voice sounded, "Wait."

Mu Qing's eyes flickered slightly, and the hand holding the knife that was about to fall stopped steadily in mid-air.

The Regent turned his head impatiently, and then saw a bright and beautiful woman walking out of the carriage opposite.

It seems familiar.

But I can't figure out who it is.

The Regent was too lazy to guess and asked directly, "Who are you?"

"I am Jiang Yunwan, a commoner, meeting the Regent."

"Oh, my future niece-in-law!"

Yiqing was choked by his address, then calmly denied it, "No."

The Regent King's tone was somewhat displeased, and he obviously thought Yiqing was trying to fool him, "I can't possibly remember it wrong, the name Jiang Yunwan is..."

Before he could finish, Yiqing took the initiative to explain.

"The third lady of the Xiangfu is someone else. My true identity is just a merchant's daughter. I am not qualified to have a marriage contract with the Seventh Prince."

After her reminder, the Regent also remembered the matter of the real and fake daughter that had been widely rumored in Kyoto recently.

He never cared about such boring things, but he didn't expect to meet one of the parties involved in the topic today.

He raised an eyebrow, "Oh, former future niece-in-law."

Yiqing was helpless, "Please don't make such a joke, Lord Regent. I am too unworthy to be called this."

Having said that, anyone can see that Yiqing doesn't want to have anything to do with Liu Yanrui at all at this moment.

Of course, the Regent felt that it might be more appropriate to describe the girl's attitude towards his seventh nephew at this moment by using the word "avoid as much as possible".

He was a little surprised, "You don't like my seventh nephew?"