C9 You Want Silver No Gate!

When she thought here, her legs gave way from fright and she kneeled down. "Reporting to the wangfei and Mistress Yang, this servant went to a latrine that day and returned to see that the prince's Wind Python Robe was damaged.

"When I saw Princess Hua-Yang pass by, I thought she was doing it on purpose to damage her robe. Now that I think about it, Princess Hua-Yang's hands were dry back then, it didn't look like they were wet."

After he finished speaking, Qing He ruthlessly slapped himself a few times. His eyes were filled with tears and fear.

"It was this servant's wrong memory that caused Mistress Yang to make an incorrect judgement. All of this is this servant's fault, I hope Mistress Yang can punish me."

With her words, not only did she leave Mu Zhihuan alone, she even left Yang Qiuyu behind.

Mu Zhihuan looked at the woman kneeling on the ground, a trace of admiration flashing through her eyes.

Yang Qiuyu was furious, but this damned servant girl had already slapped her cheeks red and swollen, and even took over all the responsibilities.

If she was severely punished, she would definitely lose the will of the people.

Yang Qiuyu clenched her teeth and forced out a smile, "Forget it, since it's a misunderstanding, then little sister will also be here as an excuse for big sister."

Looking at Yang Qiuyu, who had a face full of anger but had no choice but to bow to her, Mu Zhihuan immediately felt a sense of satisfaction in her heart.

"What are you talking about? It's just that I have to trouble little sister to find the person who destroyed the python robe. If little sister were to ruin my little sister's embroidered clothes again, it wouldn't be good."

Yang Qiuyu's pretty eyes widened as she squeezed through the gaps between her teeth. "That's only natural. Someone, bring out the princess' monthly order."

At this point, if Yang Qiuyu still didn't give Mu Zhihuan the silver taels, it would be unjustifiable.

Seeing that she was about to get her hands on the white silver, Mu Zhihuan's eyes widened.

To think that his previous self would not want something as good as money. It was simply too foolish!

Just as the two taels of silver were about to be handed over to Mu Zhihuan, an ice-cold voice rang out, "What are you doing?"

Hearing the man's voice, everyone present bowed to him. Seeing that Mu Zhihuan had yet to react, Jiang Qing hurriedly pulled her over.

At this moment, Mu Zhihuan lowered her head, thinking to herself, Why is this man here?

"Your Highness, you came back early today. I haven't finished paying you the bill." Yang Qiuyu was the first to react. She cuddled over and snuggled into Jiang Zisu's arms.

"Why are there so many people today?"

Jiang Zisu hugged Yang Qiuyu and sat on a stool. He glanced at Mu Zhihuan, who had her head lowered in the crowd.

Today, Mu Zhihuan was wearing plain clothes with her black hair tied carelessly behind her head, giving her a natural and unrestrained demeanor.

The skin on her delicate face was fair, her delicate lips were not red, and her eyes were much brighter than before. Every time she looked at Jiang Qing, she seemed very gentle, giving off an inexplicable feeling of tranquility.

Compared to the usual resentful woman who would post a post whenever she saw him, this Mu Zhihuan seemed bright and dazzling.

Even though he was wearing coarse hemp clothes, he still appeared to be extremely refined.

Jiang ZiSu was slightly taken aback. Was this woman really that beautiful?

In fact, Mu Zhihuan's foundation was already pretty good.

It was just that she had always loved to put on heavy makeup before. Furthermore, her makeup skills were too poor, causing her to feel like she was brushing against a wall.

With her frighteningly white face and her black "Lil 'Xin" eyebrows that made people not dare to look directly at her, it was as if she had turned Liu Yifei into an elder sister Feng.

Ever since Mu Zhihuan had taken a bath that night, she had basically put on no makeup. Even if she had changed, she had only added a few brushes, completely revealing her original beauty.

Compared to his previous self and the other women in the prince's mansion, he was fresh and refined. His appearance in the world was clean and untainted, causing one to be unable to look away from him.

"Something happened …"

Yang Qiuyu noticed this detail. She secretly clenched her fists and pretended to be in a difficult position as she cast a glance at Mu Zhihuan.

Before she could finish, Jiang Zisu understood what was going on. It must be that woman, Mu Zhihuan, causing trouble again.

His cold gaze swept across the room and called her back to her earlier absent-mindedness. No matter how this woman thought, it was all to make him look at her twice.

The thought of her climbing out of bed made him sick! She glared at Mu Zhihuan with a tone filled with disgust.

"What is it? Back then, you said you didn't like this little bit of money? You don't find This King's money stinky today? "