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Yao Sisi didn't explain. On one hand, it was because she was accompanied by Leng Feng, and on the other hand, she was mainly thinking about who Mo Yuying was, so how could she not know that it was actually her who had the highest authority, the Left Fluttering Fan, and that she didn't want to leave any messages on the market on her wedding night?

If there was no connection between them, it was probably because they were running away from each other. He had always thought that Yao Sisi really liked Zuo Rulan. When he knew that Yao Sisi didn't like Zuo Rulan, even if he was willing to accept the fact that he fell in love with Yao Sisi after Zhen'er, by then, everything would have already changed.

"Not ten Fire Guards."

"Are you that petty? Didn't you say you would help me?" Yao Sisi didn't expect him to disagree. She pouted and stuttered, "You stingy bastard, deduct three."

From Leng Feng's point of view, his doting gaze was as ambiguous as it could be. This forced Leng Feng to guess the relationship between Mo Yuguang and Yao Sisi, but what made him even more shocked was how Yao Sisi managed to make the richest man in the world, Young Master Mo Yu, fall in love with her. He had heard of the Fire Guard long ago. Amongst the guards under Young Master Mo Yu's command, he was the highest ranked, and he could at most fight to a standstill against one of the Fire Guards.

"Sisi, I didn't say that I won't borrow it. It's just that the Fourth Prince's Estate is too big. I don't think ten of them is enough. I'll lend you the name of the 30th place then!"

"Really?"

She suddenly perked up and grabbed Mo Yuying's shoulder with both hands, so excited that she wanted to jump up, "Guang Guang, you're such a nice person. I knew you would help me, hehe."

At the side, Manager Cui calculated calmly. With a serious face, he stepped forward and said, "Master, rank 30, this?"

"Then it's decided. Go and call them over." Looking at Manager Cui's expression, Yao Sisi thought for a while before saying emotionally, "I don't need that many. Even if you have countless hidden guards under your command and your kung fu is top-notch, you shouldn't give everyone to me, right? Are you stupid?"

Without waiting for Mo Yuying to reply, Yao Sisi instructed Manager Cui, "Give me the 15th place."

"Yes, Fourth Princess." Manager Cui's scrunched up brows creased. He glanced at Yao Sisi gratefully on the forehead before turning around and leaving.

After accompanying Mo Yuying for a bit of breakfast, Yao Sisi chatted with her for a while before taking her leave. Before leaving, she specifically instructed Mo Yuying to take care of herself. Only by taking care of herself would she be able to take care of little Suifeng. Mo Yuxian did not nod nor did he shake his head. He only watched Yao Sisi's back until it disappeared from her sight. She did not even turn back as she entered a meditative state.

It was very lively outside the King's Manor. Four soft palanquins came from all four directions and stopped in front of the Fourth Prince's Mansion at the same time. Four women slowly walked down from the palanquin.

She wore a tight gown with the sleeves of a pink rose fragrance, and a green flowery dress covered her waist. Her waist was tied with golden silk, forming a large bow. This girl was the number one talented girl in the Han Forest Academy, Zhao Wanhui.

She wore a green gown of jade-green smoke, a skirt of watery green grass, and a thin veil of jade-green water. Her shoulders were cut to the point of the waist, and her muscles were as thin as an orchid. Charming without bones enters the three points of beauty. This girl was the daughter of a great official of the first rank, Lord Meng, Meng Qinglian.

Uncle Guo's niece … Leng Cui Cui, you can see that she folded her slim waist into a thin step, in the form of a fine muslin wrist. Her eyes were filled with spring water as she looked forward with longing. Her hair was tied up in a bun as she inserted a jade-green phoenix hairpin. Fragrant and delicate, more beautiful than flowers, fingers as sharp as spring onion root mouth like Zhu Dan, a smile moving heart and soul.

Her skin was as smooth as warm jade and soft yet greasy, and her cherry lips were scarlet without touching a spot. She was as beautiful as a drop of water, and her two strands of hair gently caressed her face, giving off an alluring charm. Her nimble eyes rotated around, with a few traces of naughtiness, a few traces of mischievousness, and her light green long dress that could not fit her waist, made her look flawless, and gave off the feeling that she was the daughter of Xue Gui, a first rank official. Xue Shuang.

When they saw each other, they greeted each other. Xue Shuang asked happily, "Sisters, are you here to watch the show as well?"

Zhao Wanhui covered her mouth and chuckled, "Both sisters should be straightforward. I was really curious to see it. "

"Sister Zhao, what you say sounds good. I'm afraid you're here to choose a side wife with us!" Leng Cui was indeed like her name, but she used her heart to capture him, not leaving him any face when she spoke cleanly.

Zhao Wanhui's face turned cold as she sneered, "I'm afraid you're here to pick a secondary wife. I came to see you make a fool of yourself." She was famous for not bearing hardships and for being intelligent and intelligent. She did indeed come over out of curiosity to sit and watch. She had no intention of going against him, but who knew that someone who didn't know what was good for him would actually come over.

She slowly raised her hand to rub her pale cheeks, blaming herself for her great illness caused by the Fourth Prince's marriage. Although she had recovered, she was not as beautiful as she had been in the past. She had thought that her chance had come, but she had never thought that she would be able to see someone even more beautiful than her. She couldn't help but worry as she said to herself, "Could it be that I really have no fate with the Fourth Prince?"

When these words were heard by the three people, Leng Cui couldn't help but hit them hard: "Looking at you 'collapse', I suggest you go back and recuperate first. You will feel sad later."

Hearing Leng Cui Cui's question, Meng Qinglian could not help but feel sad. She bitterly smiled, but then laughed at herself, "Forget it, let's go back." She was afraid of being despised by the Fourth Prince. If it was really like that, she would rather not see him, and at least there was some beautiful memories between them. She had never forgotten the Fourth Prince since she had met him five years ago.

Zhao Wanhui smiled. She gently stepped forward and held onto Meng Qinglian's wrist, comforting her, "Sister Meng, you're so beautiful and you don't have to go back. The arrogant Miss Leng must be careful of her temper. "Big sister, don't worry, little sister will help you."

"You …" Zhao Wanhui stepped on Leng Cui's sore spot. She was so angry that she could not speak. She turned around and walked towards the Fourth Marquis' Mansion.

Xue Shuang smiled mischievously at Meng Qinglian and Zhao Wanhui. She said sweetly, "Sister Qinglian, Sister Zhao is right. There must be no problem with your beauty. Besides, we have to help you." Meng Qinglian looked at the two of them, visibly moved. She spoke in a choked voice, "Thank you."

"Alright, my two sisters. Let's hurry up and go, don't let her beat us to it."

"Right."

The three of them quickly arrived at the entrance of the prince's mansion.

At this moment, the guard at the door was blocking Leng Cui Cui with a long spear, "Young miss, please wait."

"Who do you think you are? Scram! How dare you block my way!"

"Oh? Little Sister Leng, don't tell me that's how you command people?" Zhao Wanhui could not bear to watch any longer, so she shouted out to stop him.

Leng Cui turned her head angrily and retreated a few steps, standing together with her, "If you have the ability, why don't you come?"

He said with a hint of sarcasm, "I would like to see if the number one talented girl can do this."

Meng Qinglian pulled at Zhao Wanhui, "Sister Zhao, don't be angry with someone like her."

"What kind of person am I? Meng Qinglian, explain it to me clearly!" Leng Cui stretched out her hand to grab Meng Qinglian's collar, looking extremely arrogant.

Xue Shuang rushed over and pushed Leng Cui away. "That's the kind of person you are."