The host wants to be human today

Chapter 587 The Young Master Is A Poor Little One 36
What's more, there is a queen princess in the middle, he has never been afraid of it, but because he hates it, he doesn't bother to talk to her.

However, since the two first met, His Highness has been protecting himself.

He suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth, and only slowly raised his arms around her waist, his voice very soft.

"Okay, then His Highness wants to visit Huai'an more."

"Uh-huh!"

The son of the prime minister's mansion, who was the last one to talk to the seventh prince, lowered his head when he saw this scene, barely maintaining a smile on his face.

"Your Highness Seventh, then I will return home first."

The Seventh Prince then looked over there, then at him again, couldn't help sighing, and comforted him.

"Elder Sister, she... has a stubborn temper. Don't let her get angry. The most important thing is to live a peaceful life."

Song Qing hummed, and pinched her palm with her fingers, suppressing the loneliness in her heart.

Only when he got into the carriage, he looked back at the two hugging each other not far away.

That's good too, Mr. Huai is favored by the little princess, and the days to come won't be too difficult.

Thinking about putting down the curtain, he whispered.

"Let's go back."

...

The carriage arrived at the palace all the way, he was helped in by the palace attendant, and asked subconsciously.

"Is the mistress back?"

The palace servant shook his head.

"His Highness has rarely been at the residence in recent days, and he has not returned today."

Song Qing frowned, suddenly felt uneasy.

"Where has the wife been recently?"

Although men are not allowed to intervene in the political affairs of the DPRK and China, but the recent events have been too disturbing, and he has heard a lot about them.

It's just that he thought that the wife-lord had been running around for the court's political affairs, and never asked, why didn't she go back to the house recently?

The palace servant gave him a careful look, thought for a while, and said in a low voice.

"Zhengjun, Your Highness recently went to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

He looked over suddenly, his voice tensed.

"When did the wife master start doing this?"

The palace servant said carefully. "A few days ago, your highnesses have been there since they started going to court. Zhengjun, you have never been allowed to intervene in your highness's affairs. Don't do anything stupid."

He reluctantly hummed, and was supported by the palace attendant to walk towards his own yard, and only said softly.

"Let me know when the wife master comes back."

"Yes."

It wasn't until it was completely dark that he received the news that the empress dowager had returned to the palace.

Song Qing walked around the room uneasily, but still couldn't resist going out.

As soon as he walked into the courtyard of the imperial concubine, he saw a court lady hurrying over with a bowl.

He bit his lip and walked over to stop him.

The other party was taken aback when he saw him, and quickly bowed his head to salute.

"Zhengjun."

He hummed, his fingers clutching his sleeves because of anxiety.

"Are you going to send it to the wife master?"

The maid nodded.

"Yes, His Highness has just returned to the residence, and before we have time to eat, my aunt asked the servant to bring a bowl of soup first."

He stretched out his hand and said softly.

"Leave it to me, I happen to be going to see the wife-lord."

The maid hesitated, but seeing his insistence, she obediently handed the things to him.

"Trouble Zhengjun."

When the person left, he looked at the lit study over there and walked over.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, he heard voices coming from inside.

"Your Highness, the matter you have explained has been arranged, and the prime minister also expressed that he will cooperate with you well. When shall we do it?"

"Don't worry, Empress Dowager still has doubts about this hall, so let's secretly send someone to watch it. Sooner or later, that position will belong to this hall."

Song Qing's heart froze, he took a step back subconsciously, but unexpectedly stepped on the air, his mother staggered and fell to the ground, the ceramic bowl broke instantly, and there was a crisp crashing sound.

"Who?"

The two people in the room quickly stopped talking.

The Crown Princess came over to open the door, but saw him lying on the ground with a distressed expression.

(End of this chapter)