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Before Xi Mengyao slipped out, she had even changed her clothes.

Last night, she had slept on the ground. Although people were cleaning the ancestral hall every day, it was always a place to burn incense, so there was always some dust.

Now, even though he was wearing a set of clothes, when he stood up, he was even more covered in fine dust than he was in before.

She went to get her dress and sighed. Nothing was too bad here except for the fact that she was wearing a dress. She felt helpless and that it was inconvenient for her to move around.

As she thought of this, she simply flung her skirt aside, wrapped the quilt under it and covered it with a blanket, and pretended that she was sleeping on the bed.

In the past few days, the maids and wives had all learned their lesson and would not dare to come in and disturb her.

Before she left, she pulled out a man's outfit that she had kept hidden in her chest. This was the Attendant of the Palace. Previously, she had thought of running away, but at that time, she had only used it.

This time around, it was great. After changing his clothes, he went out happily.

Unexpectedly, the Prime Minister was extremely worried.

"Where did he go? Quickly find him!"

He only wished that he could grow wings and capture that evil girl.

When Song Chongjing heard this, he was startled for a moment before turning his head to smile lightly at the prime minister.

"I guess Eldest Miss is tired. Maybe she went back to her room to rest?"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Hearing that, the Prime Minister agreed, and immediately waved for his men to go into Xi Mengyao's room.

Seeing that, Song Chongjing followed along. He did not say anything, but everyone could see that the usually stern Prince was actually in a good mood today.

The maids were all gathered outside the room, not daring to enter. The prime minister rushed in and scolded when he saw that they were all outside. "What are you all standing there for?!"

Saying that, he pushed the door open and entered.

Seeing that there was someone on the bed, he let out a sigh of relief. He didn't go inside. Even if it was his father, entering his daughter's room for no reason was still inappropriate.

Only after retreating did the maidservants rush over. They only called out a few times, but no one responded. They all thought it was strange, so they quietly lifted up their blankets. Inside, there was only a cotton blanket and clothes.

"Ah …"

They couldn't help but cry out. They were all on the verge of tears.

When the people outside heard this sound, they jumped in fright. They all thought that something had happened and quickly walked in to see. The Prime Minister glared at the blanket, and his eyes were almost on fire.

On the other hand, Song Chongjing was startled, and actually laughed out loud.

"Prince …" The prime minister turned around in fear and trepidation. Normally, he would not be this careful with these people. However, with the current situation, it would be easy for them to investigate and punish him for the crime of contempt.

Song Chongjing only shook his head slightly and turned around, "Since today is not coincidental, then I will come again another day. I will leave the betrothal gift here."

As he spoke, he quickly left. In his heart, he thought about how the girl had arranged everything in the room. She must be very beautiful … Special.

Just as he thought about it, he shook his head and couldn't help but exclaim: "This Xi Mengyao …"

In the long street, the most lively place was the teahouse.

Even though she was not a quiet person, and the Prime Minister's Mansion was merely a few times entering the courtyard, it was nothing interesting.

When she went out, she brought some silver with her. Now, she was going to the teahouse to watch the fun.

However, she had yet to see the lively scene. Instead, it was the gossip of others that came to her ears.

Everyone outside was discussing about Song Qian and the princess. It was said a long time ago that the Emperor had intended for the Third Prince and the princess to be a pair, and had set a date for their marriage.

Some people even said with certainty that they were the ones who had already received him.

Even though Xi Mengyao understood that this was definitely something that had already happened, she did not know who was the source of the rumors. Logically speaking, there was no need for them to be in such a hurry over there.

But it was just a thought. As she walked, she finally found a teahouse that looked pretty good. After going in to find a place, and hearing that there were still people discussing, she helplessly thought to herself that this time Xi Mengge was really cold.

Actually, that person's heart wasn't that bad. It was just that she had too many thoughts and was a fool. She probably didn't get the chance this time. If she wanted to go to the Dark Princess, she definitely wouldn't be a person who would give in.

If these two were to fight, then it would definitely be exciting.

Just thinking about it, Xi Mengyao really wanted to go and see, but maybe it was just because of that thought. She was not that bored, she just had to watch the two women argue.

As soon as she entered the teahouse, Attendant surrounded her. She saw that it was very elegant and different from the other rooms, they were all made up of wood, and different from the other houses, the teahouse had three floors.

It was said that the most unique thing about the third floor was that Xi Mengyao did not go there, but only went to the second floor.

Here was a storyteller in a gray robe, with short eyebrows and small eyes that looked like a rat from a distance. However, the book he was talking about was quite interesting.

Xi Mengyao had never heard such storytelling before, so she found a corner with the cat and asked for a pot of tea and a few plates of pastries.

Sitting there alone, the atmosphere was relatively quiet. After a striking knock, the story began.

It was the story of the previous emperor who had sent a great general to the four empires to kill them.

Xi Mengge was intrigued by the conversation, but she didn't expect to see so many people by her side. They seemed to be working hard as they got up early in the morning, so they came to listen to her lecture.

As the few of them listened, they began to discuss.

"Speaking of which, the current Prince Jing is indeed a courageous and warlike person. However, right now, it is peaceful and he does not have the experience of being a brave great general. If he was born then, I believe he would be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with him."

"Yeah, it's a pity, but don't say that he has a reputation that goes down in history, I'm afraid he's going to die from anger!"

As the two of them were talking, someone came over and waved his hands, "Forget it, just listen to the story. Why talk about today?"

"That's right, it seems like the Emperor doesn't like the Prince Jing. If you were to speak of this matter again and were to be reported to an official, your little life would be gone!"

A few of them looked timid and did not want the person who spoke to hear it before to stick out their tongues out and retort, "So what if you capture me? I will also say this, the Prince Jing has worked hard, if the Emperor does not show mercy, then forget it, let alone marry that person who raised him!"

After Xi Mengyao heard this, her ears immediately perked up.

"What?" There were also some who were interested, but when they heard this, they also came over.

"Oh, you don't know! I heard that the Emperor intentionally bestowed the great miss of Prime Minister's Mansion, Xi Mengyao, to the Prince Jing! As you all know, that young miss is extremely ugly. She has a bloody mouth, and her eyes are as big as a copper bell! "

"That's right, I heard that she eats with an iron bowl! If such an ugly person marries a prince, then his future days will not be too good. "

Xi Mengyao, who was at the side, almost laughed out loud as she heard their descriptions of him.

If she looked like this, then she would be a monster. She was already beaten to death before she even scared anyone to death.