Not to mention that Nangong Ling committed a huge taboo this time, even with his unpleasant character, it is impossible for him to return to Kyoto and let his father appreciate him again.

Nangong Ling looked at him quietly with a cryptic smile on her lips. Although she didn't say anything, she still made Nangong Chen feel a strong sense of oppression.

"Then we'll see."

As soon as Nangong Ling stepped out of the house, she heard the sound of breaking porcelain behind her.

Although he let out a bad breath, An Qi couldn't help but worry. After all, compared with Nangong Chen, they were far away from the imperial mausoleum. They had to be timid and cautious in many things. If they stretched their hands too long, they would cause others to get angry.

Note, it's not good for them.

"Can a person who holds a grudge like the prince..."

Nangong Ling was not worried or afraid, "He is now eager to win over the courtiers. If he had the time, he would not have waited until now to come to the imperial mausoleum to see my joke."

The most he can do in the future is to put more spies in the imperial mausoleum, just keep an eye on him and not leave here.

An Qi knew that he knew what he was thinking, so he stopped talking.

Now everyone in the Yan Dynasty knows that Nangong Ling is no longer the patron saint of Yan with great military achievements, but a traitor who betrays his country for a woman.

Now even Miaoyu, who is engaged to Nangong Chen, has been implicated, but Miaoyu has never said that he will terminate his engagement with Nangong Ling.

Such a chaste and fierce character makes people take a good look at him.

The emperor had been suffering from a severe headache for the past two days, so Miaoyu was invited into the palace for a consultation again.

She pulled out the last silver needle from the emperor's head, and the emperor immediately felt that his headache was relieved, and the look on his face softened a lot.

"I feel wronged to you."

Miaoyu pursed his lips and shook his head, "These are what Miaoyu should do."

The emperor sighed.

"They all say good things. I thought before that since it was you who proposed the marriage, I wouldn't interfere with it. Now that traitor has done such a treacherous thing, I'm afraid it will hurt you. Why don't you see if there is anything else in Kyoto?"

My favorite young talent."

Miaoyu shook his head silently, "Your Majesty, don't worry, in fact..."

She paused, glanced at the emperor cautiously, and struggled to put in a good word for Nangong Ling, "Actually, brother Ling..."

Halfway through the sentence, the emperor could no longer listen.

"Okay, you don't need to say anything."

His good mood was completely disturbed by these words, "You don't have to rush to answer me. You can take a look around the capital first. There will always be something you like."

After saying that, he leaned on the soft pillow and closed his eyes, not intending to continue this matter.

Miaoyu bowed slightly and bowed, then silently exited.

She had just come out of the emperor's palace and met the prince head-on.

The prince had just returned from Nangong Ling's place, with a gloomy face. When he saw Miaoyu, he felt irritable again.

So his tone was not as gentle as usual.

"Has Father's headache been relieved?"

Wan Yu Nuonuo nodded, "Your Majesty, this is a headache caused by the intense heat in the heart. After several acupuncture sessions, the pain has been stopped."

A strange emotion flashed in the prince's eyes, and he nodded slightly, "Miss Wanyu's medical skills are indeed excellent."

Miaoyu lowered his head and revealed an extremely imperceptible sneer, "Your Highness, is there anything else you would like to ask?"

Nangong Chen shook his head, "As long as my father is fine, it will be fine, but do you want me to send someone to take you back?"

"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. Wongyu can just go back by himself."

Nangong Chen originally said it casually, but since she refused, he didn't want to say anything more, turned around and walked into the emperor's palace.

Everything Nangong Chen did in the past few days was under the eyes of the emperor. When he saw Nangong Chen coming in, his eyes were somewhat dark, but his face was still asking about state affairs in a routine manner.

The prince is relatively stable when it comes to handling things, and the emperor has nothing to be dissatisfied with.

There are just some things that he still wants to remind appropriately.

"I heard that you went to the imperial mausoleum today?"

Nangong Chen's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly had a bad premonition, so he quickly explained: "My son has a very good relationship with my ninth brother. I was afraid that he would suffer, so I went to see him."

The emperor also came from the struggle to win the right to inherit the throne. It was okay for Nangong Chen to deceive others with his words, but it was not that easy to deceive him.

"Well, I know that you two have a deep love for each other as brothers, but now your identities are different..."

After the emperor finished speaking, Nangong Chen also walked down the steps and said, "I understand."

Here, Miaoyu came out of the palace and planned to go out to meet the people sent by Feng Xiye, but as soon as he reached the palace gate, he saw Qin Huawu lying on the carriage in a daze.

Seeing her coming out of the palace, he sat up and urged with an impatient look: "Why have you been here so long?"

Wiaoyu secretly squeezed his palms and managed to pull out a smile.

"How come senior brother has time to pick me up today?"

Normally, when Qin Huawu saw her, it was as if she was seeing something dirty, but now she was like candy that she couldn't shake off, which was annoying.

Qin Huawu curled her lips, "I'm not your master yet. I was worried that it wouldn't be safe for you to go back alone, so I specifically asked me to pick you up."

It's not that Qin Huawu has to be this enthusiastic person. If he wants to, he can just send someone here, but the witty words are too cunning, and he is afraid that those fools will make things wrong.

"Master, he is too worried. The way home is not far, what could happen to me?"

After all, the window paper has not been pierced, and the punch line still requires the identity of a disciple of the Divine Doctor Valley. Now, even if there are many reluctances in his heart, he still followed Qin Huawu and got on the carriage.

Not wanting to stay with Miaoyu, Qin Huawu chose to sit outside, and it was quiet along the way.

The carriage moved slowly, making a grunting sound as the wheels turned.

Suddenly, a ragged old woman jumped out in front of the carriage. She threw herself in front of the carriage. Fortunately, the coachman was experienced and tightened the reins at the right time. Otherwise, the horse would have kicked off and the old woman would definitely be missing arms and legs.

Qin Huawu doesn't have that much courtesy, especially for someone who has a destiny but doesn't want it.

"If you don't want to live anymore, you can find a place far away and throw yourself into the lake, but don't dirty my carriage."

The old woman raised her head tremblingly, her cloudy eyes filled with tears.

The changes here have attracted many people to watch and criticize Qin Huawu's indifference.

"Why is this young man like this? This lady must be old and unable to walk steadily, so she is like this."

"I'm still an old man, so I don't need to be so vicious when speaking. He looks like a pretty young man. How can he be so bad?"

Qin Huawu's forehead was filled with veins after hearing these words, but he didn't bother to explain. He turned around and asked the driver to turn the car around, bypassing the old woman, and continued forward.

But the old woman seemed to have suddenly come to her senses from her daze. She knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing towards the carriage.
Chapter completed!