After leaving the palace, Shang Yiqing rode her horse like a flying arrow. She wanted to go to the Xiao manor to see if Ying Ying had returned. Although she had heard that Ying Ying had been taken away, there was always a glimmer of hope. Shang Yiqing also felt the same way. She would rather Ying Ying not be taken away. She had just gotten lost and might be returning to her residence now!
He was getting closer and closer to the Xiao manor. After turning the corner, he would reach the Xiao manor. Shang Yiqing, on the other hand, was surprised to discover that there was a woman not too far away. Her back looked especially like Ying Ying. He felt a little absent-minded, but he couldn't believe it. He slowed down his pace to keep up with the woman. As if afraid of alerting her, he called out softly, "Ying Ying …"
The woman suddenly looked back and saw Shang Yiqing clearly. She called out in surprise, "Consort Rong."
Shang Yiqing hopped off her horse happily and pulled Ying Ying along as she asked, "Ying Ying, where did you go?" "Last night, Steward Ding was looking for you. I thought it was King Xuan who took you away and went to report him to the empress dowager!"
Ying Ying smiled with a hint of surprise. She then replied in a bashful manner, "I'm fine."
"But yesterday someone saw you being taken away?" Could this really have nothing to do with King Xuan? Did I wrongly accuse him? Shang Yiqing had a lot of questions, but when she saw Ying Ying, she was overjoyed.
Ying Ying raised her gaze and glanced at the man beside her. "Someone did capture me yesterday, but …" However, this young master saved me. "
Only then did Shang Yiqing notice the man standing beside Ying Ying. When she saw him, she was stunned. Wasn't this the young master she had met in the carriage the other day? He suddenly felt that he looked very similar to Fang Zinan. In fact, he and Fang Zinan didn't look alike, but their bodies and bodies were too similar. Especially that calm and free temperament, it was almost exactly the same as Fang Zinan.
Seeing Shang Yiqing's shocked expression, the man couldn't help but size her up but remained silent.
Ying Ying could not help but laugh. "It was this young master who saved me."
Shang Yiqing returned to her senses and said, "Thank you, young master, for saving Ying Ying."
"Royal Concubine Rong is too polite. It's just a small matter, what's the point of talking about it!" The man replied.
It was really strange, this person's voice was very similar to Fang Zinan's. Shang Yiqing felt that there was nothing strange in this world. It was clearly two unrelated people, but why did they look so similar? And even the sound was so similar?
Ying Ying could see the confusion in Shang Yiqing's eyes, and couldn't help but extend a hand to tug on her sleeve. She whispered, "If Imperial Concubine Rong has anything to say, let's talk about it when we get back."
The man glanced at Ying Ying before looking back at Shang Yiqing. A faint smile appeared on his lips, as if he also recognized that she was the woman who had wronged him that day. Even though he thought this in his heart, he didn't say it out loud.
"The Xiao Residence is right in front of us. This time, Yingying has been saved by Young Master. I am very grateful and would like to invite Young Master to come to the Residence for a short rest."
As Ying Ying said this, she looked at that young master in a different light. Shang Yiqing saw this and swallowed the words back in her mouth. Instead, she said, "Since this young master has saved Ying Ying, please come in."
The man glanced at Shang Yiqing and asked, "Are you Princess Rong? So you were the one who saved Princess Liu Li last time? "
"Not bad, do you recognize me?" Shang Yiqing didn't know why he asked such a question. Could he have something to do with Eastern Luli?
The man smiled brightly: "I am Eastern Yu Country's Qi King, Dongfang Hao."
"So you're not from our country?" Shang Yiqing had always thought that he was someone from the Southern Marsh.
Ying Ying hurriedly added, "He is the nephew of the Emperor of the Empire of Dongyu, which is also the so-called imperial brother that Princess Liu Li spoke of. He has not been affected by the war while traveling around the Kingdom of Dongyu, and has come to our Southern Marsh Country to visit King Dongyu and Princess Liu Li."
So that's the reason. To think that this person's identity is also that of a prince. No wonder he doesn't look like an ordinary person. Shang Yiqing smiled, "In that case, we must invite King Qi into the palace to entertain us."
By then, Ying Ying had already arrived at the mansion's entrance. She quickly stepped into the mansion.
When the servant saw that Ying Ying had returned, he shouted, "Miss is back! Miss is back!" Even the loud shouts had called out everyone in the manor. Manager Ding, who was originally lying in bed, hurriedly came out when he heard the news of Ying Ying's return to the manor.
Shang Yiqing and Dongfang Hao also entered the mansion.
"Miss, you're finally back. What happened yesterday?" Director Ding pulled Ying Ying's sleeve, excited to the point of tears.
"Let's enter the manor first."
When they arrived at the living room, Chief Steward Ding was still nagging, "Miss, what's going on? "This young master is …"
Ying Ying glanced at Dongfang Hao. "It's all thanks to this young master who saved me this time. Otherwise, I would have definitely let King Xuan capture me."
"Did he really do it?" Shang Yiqing could not help but feel the blood rush to her head. King Xuan was still putting on an act in front of the empress today.
Ying Ying nodded as she recalled the scene from yesterday. "Initially, I had an appointment with Princess Rong to Little Jade Lake, but before I could reach Little Jade Sea, I ran into a group of people who came to capture me. Although I have some martial arts skills, I was helpless against the sheer numbers, and was almost captured by them. Later … And then he met this young master … "If not for him saving Ying Ying's life, I'm afraid that it would have been difficult for her to protect herself!"
"Ying Ying, you're so sure that it was King Xuan who did it, is there any evidence?" Seeing that Ying Ying was safe and sound, Shang Yiqing felt that she should still hold King Xuan accountable.
"I never thought that he would send someone to do it. After being saved by King Qi, I found the trump card of the Xuan King's Manor on the slain villains." As she spoke, Ying Ying took out a identity token and passed it to Shang Yiqing.
Shang Yiqing held it in her hand and examined it closely. Indeed, it belonged to Duke Xuan's estate, which made her angry, "I already guessed that he sent people to do it. I went to his estate this morning to argue with him, but Princess Xuan has always been defending Prince Xuan. It's a pity that King Xuan denied it. Because there is no evidence, the Empress could do nothing but order him to find you. " He then gripped his badge tightly. "I'll go to the palace and tell esteemed empress to teach Duke Xuan a good lesson." As he spoke, he made a gesture to leave, preparing to head to the imperial palace.
Seeing this, Manager Ding and Ying Ying hurried forward to stop Shang Yiqing. "Princess Rong, please calm your anger. If you have something to say, we'll talk about it."
"What is there to say? "We already have evidence, so I must go tell esteemed empress." Thinking of how King Xuan had been putting on a show in front of the empress, Shang Yiqing's teeth itched with hate.
"Princess Rong, although we have the identity token, we can't prove that it was Duke Xuan's doing. He can probably say that someone framed him, and right now General Xiao is not here, so it would be better for us to take care of him." Manager Ding tried his best to persuade Shang Yiqing to listen to the details of the matter.
"Then let's just let this matter go according to your wishes? Isn't it too easy on King Xuan? " Shang Yiqing was still very angry.
"My brother isn't in the manor, nor is Prince Rong. If we offend King Xuan this time, he might come up with some tricks to deal with us!" Thinking back to yesterday's capture, Ying Ying still felt a lingering fear.