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As expected, after receiving such an answer, he gave a self-deprecating smile. "Looks like you're determined to leave with him, right?"

Mu Zhihuan did not answer. She understood that Jiang Zisu did not want her answer because the two of them had a tacit understanding.

However, he had originally thought that since it had already been like this, Jiang Zisu would no longer want to say anything to him.

"Actually, what you said last time was correct. If you were still the same as before, I would definitely not have liked you. But I had resisted you in that way from the beginning, and it was also because you were too dazzling, that I didn't dare to approach you …"

Thinking about it now, back then, when the two of them had woken up in the same bed, Jiang Zisu was a little surprised in his heart.

Then, his mind went blank after knowing that he had been set up. All these years, he had always ignored them both. Perhaps, he did not dare to face them.

Jiang Zisu sighed deeply and looked at Mu Zhihuan. "Perhaps you and I didn't meet at the right time."

These words that were filled with the aura of the modern era caused Mu Zhihuan to be stunned. When she looked at Jiang Zisu's face, her face was filled with bitterness.

Pursing her lips, Mu Zhihuan did not say anything else. At a time like this, anything she said felt like unnecessary.

The carriage finally arrived at the hunting grounds.

Because he wanted to help the crown prince, Jiang Zisu was immediately taken away the moment he got off the carriage.

This time was relatively early, and Qiu Shou had not started yet. Mu Zhihuan was currently wandering around with Tuanzi in her arms.

Coincidentally, he had met Zhennan, upon seeing Mu Zhihuan, a look of admiration appeared in Zhennan's eyes:

"Zhennan greets the wangfei."

Mu Zhihuan quickly told him not to be so polite, "We are all friends, why must you be so formal?"

With that, Mu Zhihuan pinched Tuanzi's face: "This is Uncle Zhennan, uncle's poems are amazing."

Tuanzi was also kind and kind, he said sweetly, "Hello, Uncle Zhennan."

Being praised by Mu Zhihuan like that, Zhennan promptly shook his hand, "Compared to Princess Hua-Yang's attainments, what I have is simply insignificant."

After saying so, he suddenly took out a sugar figurine from his bosom mysteriously. "This is for the crown prince. I've heard that the crown prince loves sugar figurines."

"I'm sure there isn't such a desolate place in the Autumn Hunt, so I bought one on the way here. I hope the crown prince won't mind."

Seeing that, the Tuanzi laughed out loud happily. "Ran'er thanks Uncle Zhennan!"

The Tuanzi smiled and took the sugar man from Zhennan's hands. With a sweet voice unique to children, he said, "Ran'er likes Uncle Zhennan. Uncle Zhennan is a good person."

"They were bribed so quickly?"

Mu Zhihuan scratched the tip of Tuanzi's nose, laughing at his snobbish actions.

Zhennan on the other hand, had a smile on his face, as though his praise to Tuanzi had benefited greatly.

As the two of them were chatting, suddenly, a commotion arose in the crowd. Mu Zhihuan looked over and realised that Gu Mingxuan had arrived.

Zhennan also saw it and frowned: "This Great Yan's crown prince said that he's getting married, but it's been so long and he still hasn't made any movements."

Mu Zhihuan awkwardly curled the corner of her mouth: "Didn't you say … His relationship with the Princess Pingle... Is that good? "

had keenly caught this scene, and she looked at Zhennan with suspicion:

"What's wrong? "I can see that you don't look too good."

Zhennan quickly waved his hand: "It's nothing, just that... "It's a little strange, but I'll leave it to you to watch over me. I'll go somewhere else first."

Looking at Zhennan's leaving figure, Mu Zhihuan asked with a face full of questions. What exactly was going on?

At this time, Gu Mingxuan finally escaped from the encirclement of officials. Seeing that he was walking towards them, the Tuanzi happily pulled Mu Zhihuan over to meet up with Gu Mingxuan.

As a result, the small team ran to Gu Mingxuan's side amidst the sea of people, and then held up their soup, and told him as if they were showing off the origins of this man with the same sugar.

Because they had to avoid suspicion, Mu Zhihuan could only watch the interaction between the Tuanzi and Gu Mingxuan from afar and did not move forward.

Just as everyone on the field was talking and fawning over each other, a huge bright yellow sedan slowly entered their sight.

In an instant, the entire Autumn Hunt fell silent, and the ministers all fell to their knees on the ground.

When the curtain of the sedan was lifted, Mu Zhihuan saw the appearance of the emperor inside, and her heart skipped a beat.

The emperor's face was pale and his cheekbones were deeply sunken. His appearance was even weaker than the last time he saw him. It was as if he would fall if the wind were to blow.

Even so, the emperor still forced himself to stand up, allowing everyone to rise. He said weakly, "This is the first time my son, Jiang Zimu, has hosted such a large event. If there are any shortcomings, my liaisons can speak bluntly."

All the subjects flattered, "This subject is terrified."

After that, he watched as the Emperor ascended the grandstand and sat down on his dragon throne.

Just that short few steps later, the emperor had walked for a long time. When he finally sat on the throne, panting heavily, his ugly expression seemed to tell the crowd that he did not have much time left.

Looking at this kind of emperor, Mu Zhihuan couldn't help but feel a little worried in her heart. This person was clearly at the end of her tether, and those who wanted to usurp the throne might really be unable to hide it, just as Gu Mingxuan had said.

Jiang Zimu also walked up and sat down next to the emperor as he commanded them from above, "Everyone, take your seats, don't stand."

At this time, the Tuanzi was done, and he had returned to Mu Zhihuan's side. Thus, Mu Zhihuan picked up the Tuanzi and sat beside Jiang Zisu.

Jiang Zisu poured a cup of water for Mu Zhihuan. "Don't worry, the crown prince has already arranged everything."

Mu Zhihuan looked at Jiang Zisu. This time, he was not like last time, where he was the one at fault.

"I'm just a little worried about Ran'er …"

Jiang Zisu wanted to say something, but suddenly, Jiang Zimu opened his mouth:

"According to the customs of the past years, the first arrow of Qiu Shou was shot by the Emperor. However, my Father was injured by a traitor last time, so my body is unwell."

"I am the one who shot the first arrow this time, and I am praying that all of you who are sitting here today will return in triumph."

In a moment, thunderous applause exploded from below the stage, only to see that Jiang Zimu, who was on stage, was drawing his bow and shooting an arrow in one go, his movements extremely handsome and smooth, with an aura of a king that could not be ignored.

It was only now that Mu Zhihuan finally understood why Jiang Zimu could be the crown prince, but he was actually so bold.