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Just as An Lingge finished writing her letter, the guard that came to report the news arrived at Parasol House.

"First Miss, Hereditary Prince Mu had the little one call you over, he is already in the hall."

If it was anyone else who came to the Prince An's Palace, it would not be so easy to enter.

However, with Mu Junhan's esteemed identity and An Lingge's future husband, these guards would naturally not dare to underestimate him.

Hearing this, An Lingge raised her eyebrows in surprise, but did not delay, and immediately put down the wolf pen in her hand.

"Let's go, don't make Hereditary Prince Mu wait any longer."

Bi Zhu was sent out by her to deliver the message, and Ming Xin followed behind her.

An Lingge stepped into the lobby. Mu Junhan was sitting on a mahogany chair, dressed in a dark black robe, holding a magpie in her hand. She was drawing gold and white porcelain with a single glance.

She leisurely walked over, blessed herself, and bowed towards Mu Junhan.

Mu Junhan raised his brows slightly, and the smile on his face grew more sincere.

Behind him, Shu Mo on the other hand rolled his eyes at An Lingge, looking extremely impatient.

Ming Xin saw his expression in his eyes, a layer of anger had already surfaced on his face. The follower beside Hereditary Prince Mu was too rude, she actually rolled his eyes at the young miss, she did not respect the young miss at all!

She glared at Shu Mo fiercely, using her eyes to warn him to stop looking down on her.

Shu Mo watched her angry expression with interest, and really put on a respectful look.

"Long time no see, little girl An."

Mu Junhan was the first to break the silence. His phoenix eyes slightly bent, as though he was smiling.

An Lingge also laughed, but was not as enthusiastic as him.

The matter of Seventh Prince coming to the manor to interrogate her had more or less affected her mood.

She was so abnormal, Mu Junhan immediately sensed it, "What kind of trouble did you encounter?"

He knew in his heart that perhaps An Lingge was depressed due to the Seventh Prince's matter, but she did not directly say it. There were some things that required her to explain first.

Because Mu Junhan had saved An Lingge many times, An Lingge did not hide anything from him, "Yesterday, Seventh Prince suddenly brought people to our house and told my father that I was hoarding medicinal ingredients, with the intention of betraying the country, and that he wanted to frame me as a criminal."

"I, Hereditary Prince, have also heard of this matter."

Mu Junhan's words did not hide the fact that he had spies in the Prince An's Palace. Since An Lingge did not hide the truth from him, it was because he trusted him.

An Lingge pursed her lips, obviously understanding Mu Junhan's intentions.

"However, little girl An, you are clever and clever, you have caused the Seventh Prince to return defeated, what is there to worry about?"

Mu Junhan looked at An Lingge with his phoenix eyes, "A few days ago, my subordinates discovered that someone was secretly hoarding medicinal ingredients in the capital, so I sent people to investigate, but those people were too cautious and secretive, so I didn't get any news on them."

"However, thinking back to Seventh Prince's actions yesterday, this Hereditary Prince has a guess, was those people who were hoarding the medicinal ingredients sent out by you, little girl An?"

Although he spoke with a questioning tone, looking at his expression, it was obvious that he was certain that it was An Lingge who did it.

An Lingge was shocked, she never thought that it was not only the people of Aunt Li who discovered him hoarding medicinal ingredients in her residence, even Mu Junhan and Lu Jingyu's movements were also discovered by Mu Junhan.

"I wanted to buy some medicinal herbs to study my pharmacology. In the future, it would be convenient to make some medicinal food for Grandmother, but I didn't expect that Hereditary Prince Mu and Seventh Prince would actually be alarmed."

"Girl An, you're not telling the truth."

Zhao Lanyu did not believe such an argument, and Mu Junhan naturally did not believe it either.

An Lingge revealed a perfect smile, yet had a carefree expression that seemed to believe it or not, "It's because of this that I'm hoarding medicinal ingredients. Hereditary Prince Mu, it's fine if you don't believe me."

She did not want to lie to Mu Junhan, but she had no way to explain it. Could it be that she wanted to tell him that she was a reincarnated person, that she knew that there would be a plague in the Zhou Dynasty, and so she stored the herbs in advance to prevent the plague from wreaking havoc, causing thousands of people to die?

If she were to tell Mu Junhan that, she would think of her as a madman, and would not believe her words.

A glimmer flashed across Mu Junhan's eyes, and his beautiful thin lips rose, "If this is really the reason, then why didn't you let the Prince An's Palace show itself when your hoarding of medicinal ingredients was hindered?"

An Lingge's eyes flashed a look of astonishment, and then she came to a realization, "So those shops were under your command."

The smile on Mu Junhan's face widened, "My people have been investigating this the entire time. If you want to use that excuse of deceiving Seventh Prince, you have to trick this Hereditary Prince into doing so."

An Lingge turned her head and said a few words to Ming Xin, who then quickly walked out.

It was time to talk to him alone.

Mu Junhan glanced over the crowd and unwillingly followed Ming Xin to the exit.

"There are only two of us here now. Can you tell us the real reason now, Miss An?"

An Lingge then lowered her voice and explained the reason.

However, she did not say that she had returned from her rebirth. She only said that she expected that there would be a plague in the Zhou Dynasty, so she had made her preparations beforehand.

Mu Junhan could not hold back his laughter. At first, only the corner of his mouth was raised, but later on, even his almond-shaped eyes became curved, and he instantly bloomed like a spring flower.

"Little girl An, your excuse is even more absurd than that one just now. It can't be that you want to tease this Hereditary Prince, right? Or could it be that little girl An, you don't want to be the big miss of Prince An's Palace, and you want to be a Divine Stick? "

He suddenly leaned towards An Lingge, his head lowered, his warm breath spat on An Lingge's face, causing her to feel a slight itch.

An Lingge hid herself a little, waited for the distance between them to increase, and then said: "Plague will definitely happen, if Hereditary Prince Mu believes me, then it's best for us to stock up on medicinal ingredients together. If you don't believe me, then just pretend I didn't say so."

Her expression was indifferent, and the words she said were obviously absurd and laughable. However, Mu Junhan didn't know why but he couldn't bring himself to think about it.

"You are this Hereditary Prince's fiancee. This Hereditary Prince naturally needs to believe in you." Mu Junhan suddenly became serious, "However, the matter of you hoarding the medicinal ingredients has already been discovered by the Seventh Prince, if you want to take action in the future, I'm afraid it won't be a simple matter."

This was exactly what An Lingge was worried about, and that was why she wrote a letter to the Embroidery Pavilion's shopkeeper, hoping that the Embroidery Pavilion could help her stock up more medicinal ingredients.