The door opened.
The two people sitting inside had not yet reacted.
Zhi’er saw a gracefully beautiful woman sitting at the table, with Prince Kang beside her, holding her sleeve.
The two of them seed to be discussing sothing.
Prince Kang stared in surprise at the masked girl.
He rubbed his eyes and suddenly realized: "Zhi’er! Why are you here!"
Zhi’er picked up a broom from the side: "You still ask ! Third Uncle, how long have you been divorced from Third Aunt, and yet you’ve taken another concubine."
"Do you know Third Aunt is bedridden, spending all day with dicine? You are so heartless, I no longer care about family ties, watch out!"
She raised the broom, chasing after Prince Kang.
Prince Kang bolted: "Zhi’er! You misunderstand, listen to my explanation."
"Explanation? More like your excuses, I’m not listening!" Zhi’er shouted.
Yuanshuang had already hidden far away in fear.
She just heard the lady call Prince Kang "Third Uncle" and realized it was Princess Cuicuo!
The Holy Emperor’s only daughter!
Prince Kang ran chaotically around the room, suddenly, his arm was gripped by soone, and he was pressed down.
No escape!
Prince Kang turned his head, seeing Feng Fuce’s cold and fierce gaze.
He hurriedly said: "Marquis Wan! Please don’t rush, let explain it to you clearly!"
Zhi’er’s broom had already reached his back.
Feng Fuce helped Zhi’er pin down Prince Kang.
Seeing the chaos, Chu Ping quickly closed the door.
At this mont, the woman nad Fanghua rushed forward to protect Prince Kang.
"Princess, Marquis, please stop, this matter started because of , you’ve misunderstood the prince."
Zhi’er’s delicate and charming face was full of anger.
She stared at Fanghua: "This is my family matter; it’s not ti for you to speak up yet!"
Fanghua hurriedly knelt: "The prince and I are innocent; he seeks my help for the Princess Consort Kang."
Zhi’er knitted her eyebrows, scrutinizing her for a mont.
She had been too angry with Third Uncle earlier to notice, but now the woman called Fanghua seed to bear quite a resemblance to the daughter in the portraits sent by the wealthy rchants from Jiangnan.
Zhi’er threw down the broom, sitting sulkily on a nearby stool.
"Third Uncle, what exactly is going on, you tell !"
Prince Kang finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Marquis Wan, can you let go of now?"
Feng Fuce released him with a cold face.
Prince Kang walked to Zhi’er’s side: "Zhi’er, your Third Aunt is very ill now, I know, it’s all my fault."
"Recently, I received guidance from a wise person who said that in the distant Northern Border, there is an Immortal City called Jile City."
Upon hearing this na, Feng Fuce’s gaze deepened as he looked at Prince Kang, his cold brows gradually furrowing.
Prince Kang continued explaining: "In Jile City, there is a dicine called Wang You, which can cure your Third Aunt’s heart illness."
Zhi’er had never heard of any Immortal City.
"You’ve probably been deceived again, Third Uncle, Third Aunt’s heart illness is all because of you."
"You have ti to revel in extravagance, but it would be better to stay by her bedside and make up for it well! That’s more effective than anything else."
Prince Kang was anxious: "I originally didn’t want to believe it either, but you’ve seen yourself how Third Aunt’s health is deteriorating!"
"The wise person said that in two years, she will die! I want to save her, even if it costs my life, I won’t hesitate."
Zhi’er crossed her arms, appearing angrily charming.
"You’ve said so much, but how is saving Third Aunt related to this Miss Fanghua?"
"Third Uncle, don’t tell you’ve found a pretextive reason just to fool !"
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