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So this meant that they had to invite the Prince Jing to the restaurant?

Feng Xiwu said half-jokingly, "Since your highness has nothing to do tonight, why don't you go take a look?"

"If wangfei doesn't mind, I'll bring wangfei to eat together with me. I'll also lose the money for a meal. How great." Prince Jing met her eyes, not even trying to cover them up.

"Prince Jing means that this wangfei has eaten too much … this prince can't afford it?"

Qu Jingxi laughed and rubbed the top of her head, "This duke would really like for you to eat more and grow up as soon as possible. This king doesn't have to keep watching and can't eat like this."

Feng Xiwu was startled, and when she reacted, she instantly blushed.

"Your Highness, you should first think of how to deal with the Third Miss who is waiting for you in the front hall."

After all, she was the young miss of the Palace of Generals, so no matter what, the Prince Jing should give her some face. After stabilizing his mind, Feng Xiwu's tone also became slightly calmer.

She would just pretend that she didn't hear such shameless words from now on.

"It's not like she was called in by Ben Wang. Shouldn't it be for wangfei to receive her?" Qu Jingxi absent-mindedly looked at the portrait and answered matter-of-factly.

The room fell silent for a moment.

"Prince, I'm hungry. Let's go eat dinner first."

Compared to this kind of stalemate, it was better for her to go eat first. As for that Third Miss, oh right, isn't empress the young miss of the House of Generals?

Thinking about this point, combined with what she had discovered before, Feng Xiwu felt that she had discovered some kind of new world.

After dinner, Feng Xiwu made use of the time when the Prince Jing was changing clothes to get a rough understanding of the things that the Third Miss had done about him.

What love at first sight, what two childhood sweethearts, what a perfect couple, what a concubine with love, what an unplanned husband, what a marriage between a husband and his wife, all sorts of versions of Zi Lan came out one after another.

Feng Xiwu combined all the versions in her mind and found that this relationship was getting more and more chaotic.

"What are you talking about?" When Prince Jing, who had finished changing his clothes in his room, came out, he immediately saw his own Prince's Wife whispering to him.

Feng Xiwu turned around and looked at him, "Ah? "It's nothing, we're just talking about our daughter's family. Your Highness, let's go out for a walk. The room is a bit stuffy."

How could this cool weather be stuffy? Qu Jingxi agreed, then took her and walked out, while Zi Lan's face was at a loss of what to do.

She was afraid that if this rumor was true, her own young lady might not be able to accept it. Now that the relationship between the prince and the young lady was so close, it was better for her to not tell the truth, even if it was true, it was only in the past.

After thinking about it again and again, Zi Lan finally decided to bury this matter in her stomach.

On the other hand, the two were sweet and sweet, but Lu Wanru, who was waiting in the hall, was not in a beautiful mood. It had already been two hours, and the sky outside had turned from sunset to pitch black.

The tea had turned cold and there was a plate of pastries on the side, but there was still no sign of the person at the door.

Lu Wanru, who had been waiting for too long, was annoyed.

"What did the Prince want to do for so long?" Unable to hold it in any longer, she asked servant girl who was serving her.

servant girl pushed the cold tea away and poured her another cup without looking sideways.

"The princess is in a good mood today. The prince is accompanying her for a walk in the back garden. Third Miss, you should wait a little longer."

The cup beside her was smashed to the ground by her. As a young miss of the Palace of Generals, she had never waited this long for anyone ever since she was young.

The cup fell to the ground, scattered fragments scattered all over. The tea that had long since cooled down was splashed onto the ground, splattering everywhere.

When the servant girl saw her expression, there was no fear in her eyes at all.

"Didn't I tell you to give that envelope to the prince? Are you guys handing over or not?! " Lu Wanru's expression, which was about to spew fire, looked extremely scary.

Compared to the last time she came, her appearance was much more gentle and pleasant.

Having been doted on since she was young, she had always been a little arrogant. Although her eldest sister would sometimes lose her temper because of some matters when she went back, in general, she was still willing to do whatever she wanted.

She came to Prince Jing's Mansion this time to discuss it thoroughly with Prince Jing, who would have thought that he would directly hang her there. If he had already handed over the painting, with Prince Jing's intelligence, it would be impossible for her to not understand.

After venting her anger, no one came to bother with her. Lu Wanru could only sit down with a heart full of resentment, she could not rush, she had to complete the mission well this time.

In the backyard, Qu Jingxi and Feng Xiwu walked slowly under the illumination of the lanterns.

Feng Xiwu's little brain quickly spun. Although it was not easy for the Prince Jing to make a move on him now, there would still come a day where she escaped the net.

"Eh, are you serious?" After passing through a cross, a voice suddenly came from behind the fake mountain. It sounded like the voice of a young man, and it was probably the servant of the mansion.

"I've also heard this before. If it's true, then how pitiful is the wangfei? She's practically a widow." A woman's voice sounded, confirming Feng Xiwu's suspicions.

The voice of this servant girl belonged to one of the servant girl s that was enjoying life in the backyard. Because of her good personality and good social standing, Feng Xiwu had some impression of her.

However … What does it mean to be a widow?

Feng Xiwu turned to look at Prince Jing, and sure enough, the latter's face was so dark that water could have dripped from it. Sigh, this girl also doesn't know where to hide his words.

"That's not right. Even if the king is abnormal, can the Godly Doctor Gu still have this problem by going around to drink flower wine? There's something wrong with your rumor. " The male voice paused to rebut the rumor.

Feng Xiwu felt that the pressure on the side had obviously decreased a lot, but what were the rumors? Feng Xiwu was very curious, even though she had guessed a few of them.

Just as Feng Xiwu was raising his ears, wanting to continue listening to the content below, Prince Jing had already moved to the rear of the fake mountain, and swept his eyes across it with a sense of majesty.

A pair of male and female sitting on the ground felt a chill coming from who knows where, and turned their heads to see Prince Jing's pair of gloomy eyes.

In the night, he was somewhat alarmed by what he saw.

"Your Majesty." The first one to react was still the girl. Thinking of what he had just said, she was so scared that she fell to her knees.

"Your highness redeemed himself, your servant just heard it from the grapevine. Your servant knows her wrongs, and this servant will never speak nonsense again. Your highness, please don't chase me out."

He also didn't know how much the Prince heard from his words just now. With Prince Jing's Mansion, it would be difficult for him to find a position with a salary as high as Prince Jing's Mansion.

In the past, Prince Jing's Mansion never recruited maids, which was on the eve of the princess' marriage. Most likely, it was because there weren't any maids serving the princess in the palace, that made it so that some maids could enter from the outside.

"This King asks you this. Where did you hear what you just said from?" Half of his face was illuminated by the lantern's flame, while Feng Xiwu quietly admired the beautiful and beautiful appearance that the girls had mentioned.

When the maid heard these words, she hesitated, not daring to open her mouth. "This, this …" If she were to say it out, wouldn't she be beaten to death by the prince …

"Yes, it was spread out by the people from the palace. They say yes, they say that Prince Jing is addicted to having his sleeves cut off."