Has the imprisoned husband served his sentence?

What made Mu Chenyin regret even more was that the next moment she was greeted by a large social death scene.

"Father, I'm here to see you..."

The familiar voice, and the young man running happily towards her with something in his hands and a bird on his shoulder, made her eyelids jump in shock, and she subconsciously wanted to run back to the house.

As a result, one person was so anxious that he didn't see the road clearly, and with a bang, he hit the door, and his butt fell heavily to the ground, and he fell straight down.

Ye Chuchen didn't care about his son and hurriedly went to help Mu Chenyin, "Be careful, are you okay?"

A Yuan also hurriedly stepped forward to help her. After Mu Chenyin stood up, she did not dare to look back. It was too late to enter the room, so she could only whisper two words, "It's okay."

At this time, Feng Changhuan had already run up to him carrying two oil-paper bags. Inside were his father's favorite cakes. He handed the two oil-paper bags to A Yuan and asked him to take them into the house first.

Then, he looked curiously at the young man with his back turned to him. He felt that the figure looked familiar, so he asked Ye Chuchen, "Father, who is this person?"

Ye Chuchen looked at Feng Changhuan, and then at Mu Chenyin who seemed a little guilty and was obviously avoiding Feng Changhuan. A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, "She is..."

Suddenly, Feng Changhuan stared closely at the string behind Mu Chenyin's head. The string was silver, exactly the same as the silver mask used to fix the master's face.

Yes, this belongs to Master, and there is no way he will admit his mistake.

Feeling happy, Feng Changhuan rushed forward and hugged Master's waist from behind, "Master..."

Zhizhi flapped his wings and landed on a branch nearby. With a hint of excitement in his mung bean eyes, he watched the show excitedly.

A trace of surprise flashed in Ye Chuchen's eyes, and even A Yuan, who had just returned from putting away his things, was stunned.

Master? This young man, no, the ninth prince of Qi is the master of His Highness the Fourth? Isn't the master of the Fourth Highness the Lord of the Dark Palace, An Ye? Could it be that the ninth prince of Qi is An Ye?

Mu Chenyin stretched out her hand to pull Feng Changhuan away from her body, and denied it, saying that she was not his master, when A Yuan said curiously:

"Your Royal Highness, is this ninth prince of Qi your master An Ye?"

Mu Chenyin felt a loud thunder strike above her head, which made her burnt on the outside and tender on the inside. She didn't dare to look back at Feng Changhuan's expression.

Feng Changhuan was obviously shocked by the loud thunder, and even suspected that his ears had heard it wrong. He looked at Ye Chuchen with a stiff expression, "Father, father...Father, concubine, A Yuan, what did he just say?"

The ninth prince of Qi? Master?

Ye Chuchen had roughly figured out what was going on at this time, and a hint of amusement appeared on the corner of his lips, "Nothing, A Yuan just asked you, why did it take you so long to come here? Where have you been some time ago?"

"No..." Feng Changhuan shook his head, "That's not what A Yuan said just now."

After saying that, he wanted to go around to Mu Chenyin to look at her from the front. He walked around, and Mu Chenyin also walked around, just to prevent him from seeing her from the front.

The two of them were walking around like this, one trying to see and the other trying to hide. Suddenly, Feng Changhuan fiercely pulled the rope behind her head.

bang...

The silver mask slipped from Mu Chenyin's face and fell to the ground.

Mu Chenyin: "..."

Feng Changhuan quickly picked up the mask on the ground. He was too familiar with that mask. The patterns on it were like the flowers on the sleeves of everyone in the dark palace. They were all specially made and could not be copied by others.

So, this is his master, but A Yuan just said that this is the ninth prince of Qi...

Which part of this went wrong?