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Mu Junhan brought Shu Mo out of the Prince Mu’s Palace and did not sit in a carriage. Instead, he changed into a set of profound colored clothes and prepared to walk towards the Prince An's Palace in order to not attract attention.

People were coming and going on Chang'an Street, and the hawkers were shouting and peddling.

Although it was not yet summer, the capital was already warm. Many people had already changed into light spring clothes, and children who had been trapped in their rooms for several months were running around the streets excitedly playing around.

The old man who sold wine laughed as he filled the flagon in front of him with wine; a thin scholar in a long green robe set up a stall on the street, writing letters to others; a neatly dressed woman was bargaining with the peddler, and the bustling capital finally regained its former vigor.

Mu Junhan only took a glance before retracting his gaze.

The emperor was worried about the fall of the imperial power, so he was always on guard against the other princes and support the new aristocracy.

The Duke and the nobles of the imperial court were opposing each other on political matters. The Crown Prince and Seventh Prince were forming alliances and fighting openly, but unfortunately, they had a tacit understanding and wanted to put on a peaceful front on the surface to fool these commoners.

The corner of his mouth still contained a thin smile, but there was a profound look in his phoenix eyes that carried a bit of ridicule.

Shu Mo followed behind him, avoiding people who were walking towards him one after another.

"Young master, young master, wait for your servant."

He changed his address, intentionally hiding Mu Junhan's identity as he ran to catch up.

Mu Junhan slightly slowed down, and a man with hurried steps in front of him hurriedly lowered his head. He turned a corner with his feet and walked into a small alley to the side.

This sneaky action caused a trace of doubt to flash past Mu Junhan's eyes, but he did not take it to heart.

Once he reached the Prince An's Palace, Shu Mo waved the plate on his chest in front of the guards and then put it away.

The guard wanted to bow, but Shu Mo immediately raised his hand to stop him, "Our Hereditary Prince has come to the manor this time, and does not wish to let anyone else know.

The guard quickly led Mu Junhan to the front hall and respectfully bowed, "Hereditary Prince Mu, please wait for a moment, I will go and report to First Miss."

Mu Junhan acknowledged him, then the guard turned around and walked out, to report to the Parasol House.

Inside the Parasol House, Ming Xin was kneeling in front of An Lingge, guilt and self-blame written all over her face.

"Miss, it's all this servant's fault. I don't know where the problem occurred, but someone found out that Miss was hoarding medicinal ingredients, and almost caused Miss to be convicted of betraying an enemy. It's all my fault!"

She lowered her head. Her eyes were filled with tears.

Miss had saved her nightmarish life, carefully taught her many things, trusted her, and yet, she couldn't even do the things that Miss had instructed her to do, and had almost killed Miss. If anything happened to An Lingge, even if she had to die ten thousand times, she would not forgive herself.

An Lingge waved his hands at her, showing no signs of berating her.

"It's obvious that someone else was trying to frame me. It was just a coincidence that I managed to seize this opportunity."

Her black eyes flashed with light, as she guessed the whole story, "Besides Aunt Li, there will never be anyone else who can get the Seventh Prince to deal with me."

"How did Aunt Li know about this?"

Bi Zhu's round face revealed a look of doubt. In the entire Parasol House, only the three of them knew about the matter of hoarding medicinal ingredients. After the young miss wrote down the medicinal formulas, she was responsible for passing the message to Chu Yu and the others, as well as arranging the medicinal ingredients that she had bought.

This was done deliberately behind people's backs, and due to her clear-minded personality, she shouldn't have been discovered.

An Lingge couldn't figure it out either.

Originally, there were many spies in her courtyard with Aunt Li s, but ever since she was reborn, she had secretly sent spies who had infiltrated her courtyard to the outer courtyard.

Moreover, she had hidden the matter of hoarding medicinal ingredients in the shadows. She had specifically instructed them to bring the medicinal ingredients into the Palace when it was night time to meet with Chu Yu and the others.

Could it be that the people from Aunt Li accidentally saw it?

After thinking about it, this seemed to be the only possibility.

"Perhaps she was accidentally seen by someone from the Aunt Li. She wanted to get rid of me so she told the Seventh Prince about this matter. She wanted him to capture her for the crime of colluding against an enemy and betraying the nation."

If he were to be captured, the Aunt Li would want to do something and he would have no strength to resist.

Ming Xin was still kneeling on the ground, unwilling to get up. "Miss, this is all your servant's fault, you don't have to excuse your servant."

An Lingge's face darkened, she revealed an angry look, "I said that you're not to blame for this matter, but you're not to be blamed for it. When you're kneeling on the ground, are you going to disobey my orders? Do you still have a master like me in your eyes? "

"This servant dares not." Mingxin quickly shook his head. After a moment of hesitation, he stood up from the ground.

Bi Zhu winked at the side, and her eyes almost cramped up. She tried her best to look at her, but she had lowered her head and did not catch her gaze at all.

Then he stood up, and only then did Ming Xin notice Bi Zhu's expression, "Bi Zhu, what happened to you, did sand get into your eyes? Do you want me to help you blow it? "

"No need." A trace of helplessness flashed across Bi Zhu's face, as she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

She tried to wink at him so that he wouldn't blame her for it.

The Miss seemed to be a cold and unapproachable person, but in reality, her heart was very soft. As long as she was clear and did not betray her, the Miss would not blame her.

An Lingge naturally knew what Bi Zhu was doing beside him, but his two servants were closer, at least it was better than them scheming against him.

She glanced at Brightheart, who still had the indifferent and gentle expression on her gorgeous face, "Now that the hoarding of medicinal herbs has been discovered, Brightheart, take someone to deal with them."

She thought for a moment, then remembered a good place.

Back then, when Aunt Li had passed over all the shops under her mother's name to him, she had even gone to the Embroidery Pavilion to take a look.

If someone were to send the medicinal herbs there, there shouldn't be a problem.

"I'll write a letter right now. Bi Zhu, get someone to hand it over to the owner of the Embroidery Pavilion. If no accidents happen, all of these medicinal ingredients can be placed with Embroidery Pavilion."

Bi Zhu did not know the relationship between An Lingge and the Embroidery Pavilion, but hearing that, she still nodded her head, and after An Lingge finished writing the letter, she immediately found someone to send the letter to her.