The witch comes into my arms

Aunt Rong knew that this sentence was difficult to respond to, so she immediately moved on to something else: "I wonder who the person Your Highness is looking for is?"

Xia Yuan opened his mouth, wanting to explain. He's really not that kind of person! Don’t harm the unborn little life!

But just mentioning this topic was very inappropriate and insulted his image. He could only put it down and accept what Aunt Rong said.

"A girl, unknown name, unknown appearance, about ten years old, ancestral home in Yunzhou, Jiangzhong. She has an aunt who has been or will be sold to Mi Zhu Pavilion. She may also be at Ji Tinghe's home in Zhan Shi Mansion."

Yan Lengqiu is the name of the future, and the lavender eyes are dyed by practicing skills. The only information that can be used is the above. But enough to find someone.

Mi Zhu Pavilion is a well-known pastry shop in Ningguo. There are two shops in Yongning, the imperial capital. There are not many employees, so it is easy to check.

Aunt Rong looked suspicious. She usually looks for someone by name, identity, or appearance. How could she find someone like this?

"Don't worry, Your Highness, I will definitely catch her." She buried her doubts in her heart and stopped thinking or asking.

"When searching, stay hidden and don't hurt her. If something happens, put her first," Xia Yuan told her.

Taking a little girl shouldn't have been so troublesome, using a master like Rong, but Xia Yuan thought of the plot in novels and comics where the villain wanted to take the heroine, but was robbed by the protagonist because he didn't care enough, so he was extra cautious .

He hasn't used all his strength yet. If things change, he will enter the palace to find his mother-in-law and the queen. If he doesn't believe it, he can't get the future Queen of Evernight to sleep... No, he has got it!

Damn the Seventh Prince, he is so lustful and confusing to me!

Nanny Rong hurriedly left the study room to complete the first task given to her by the young master.

She is impatient and short-sighted, and is not good at gathering information. Fortunately, this matter is not difficult and can be accomplished by finding a clever house slave.

Xia Yuan and Han Yue were the only ones left in the study. Xia Yuan was sitting at the desk and suddenly realized something.

Why do I imagine myself as the villain? I am the upright seventh prince!

And there is no protagonist in this world who can fight against me! I am the protagonist, and I want to kill all those rebellious officials and traitors!

It's all Aunt Rong's fault. As soon as she stood behind me, my alignment changed!

"Your Highness is not afraid of grandma today?" Han Yue walked behind Xia Yuan and stood one step away from him.

"Mommy is not as scary as the mother said." Xia Yuan turned around, "Why is my sister so far away from me? Yicui and the others are only half a step away from me."

Han Yue's face was slightly red. How could His Highness not know why she was half a step ahead of the other maids?

How unbecoming would it be if it hit His Highness’ back?

"Your Highness, if you are like this, I'm afraid you'll have to trouble grandma soon." She sighed, half teasingly, half reluctantly.

Once His Highness fell in love, she was no longer the person closest to His Highness.

Xia Yuan was embarrassed when he heard this, and pulled Han Yue into his arms in shame, holding her on his lap.

Hanyue let out a low cry and leaned obediently on her little master's chest.

There was a sudden silence all around, like the wind suddenly stopped on the rippled lake surface, which was as level as a mirror, allowing me to see myself better.

Xia Yuan thought of how when he was a child, he often leaned in Hanyue's arms, craving for the soft and peaceful embrace, until one time Zeng Zishi, the prince of Zhennan, saw him and laughed at him for being an unweaned child. Hanyue is also a little more mature.

It's interesting to say that the proof of growing up as a child is that after leaving a woman's arms and turning into a boy, if you want to grow up, you have to return to a woman's arms.

The place he coveted when he reached there.

"Your Highness." Hanyue held his wrist gently but firmly.

"Sister doesn't want to?" Xia Yuan was puzzled.

He thought that his relationship with Hanyue was already clear, but he was unexpectedly rejected, and a sense of loss rushed into his heart from his stiff hands.

Hanyue turned her fair neck, the blush on her cheeks was shyness, the soft light in her eyes was doting, and the strength in her hands was an indescribable obstruction.

Her red lips parted slightly, and she whispered: "The empress said that we must wait until His Highness has a princess."

It turns out that cheap lady is meddling in her own business!

Xia Yuan planned in his mind, when Concubine Shu gets old, what posture will she use to pull out her oxygen tube? Of course this is a joke.

Xia Yuan could guess Concubine Shu's intention.

Once this kind of thing starts, it will be greedy and insatiable, and it will be unable to extricate itself day and night. In this passionate period, if two people queue together and improve points together, their favorability and tacit understanding will definitely increase.

When the burnout period is reached, there is only operation and no emotion.

Let the princess be his novice teammate... Bah, let the princess be his novice teammate, which can effectively promote their relationship after marriage.

Of course, Concubine Shu might not have thought so much, but just felt that the time had not yet come for the emperor.

He sighed and put his arm around Hanyue's waist honestly. He felt uneasy for a moment and patted the round thigh.

Hanyue put her palm on his hand and leaned quietly in his arms.

Xia Yuan sniffed her body fragrance, and the irritability in his heart gradually disappeared. He returned to the part interrupted by Aunt Rong and continued to think about his future.

"Your Highness, Grandma cares about you very much." Han Yue couldn't help but say.

She had said this sentence countless times, but the imperial concubine went too far when she tried to scare His Highness, and Aunt Rong's temperament was too fierce, so His Highness was always unhappy.

"I know." Xia Yuan nodded her head with his forehead.

His words are sincere. Hanyue thought, this time His Highness seemed to really understand, and she felt happy in her heart.

She talked about another thing: "The one your Highness asked your mother to look for is the sister you mentioned before breakfast?"

"Ah."

The study fell silent again, and sparrows chirped outside the window, seeming to help Xia Yuan drive away the slightly heavy breath.

Heaviness is Hanyue's sorrow.

She had all kinds of doubts.

As His Highness's personal maid and childhood sweetheart, she thought she knew the boy well enough, but it turned out that she didn't.

Who was the sister that His Highness was talking about? Why did he seek out that sister, and even invited the one he feared most, Aunt Rong, to take action?

Hanyue worried that she had been negligent, just like His Highness, who one day when he was six years old, ignored his curious eyes when he looked at the swimming fish, causing him to fall into the water and be frightened.

She wants to ask.

But she couldn't ask.

How could a maid question her master?

After thinking about this, she no longer hesitated, her lips closed, and her graceful neck hung down.

She was frustrated with her relationship with His Highness, and felt sad that she was not destined to know and be closer to His Highness.

"Why don't you ask?" Xia Yuan patted her leg.

She turned her head, her eyes filled with anxiety and surprise.

"Your Highness, may I ask?" she confirmed.

"No matter when, no matter what, sister can ask."

She immediately expressed her confusion: "How did His Highness know about that sister, and why did he want to find her?"

"Don't tell you."

Looking at Han Yue's blank eyes, Xia Yuan smiled and pinched her cheek.

"Your Highness is entertaining me!"

Pushing his palm away, Hanyue smiled, not feeling angry or sad. How could she annoy His Highness? On the contrary, she felt happy.

Not asking and asking but not answering, although the results are the same, are completely different attitudes. Even if the imperial concubine asked this or that, His Highness would never answer!

"It's not like I can't say anything at all."

Xia Yuan stared at the face so close at hand. After those spring-like eyes brightened, the whole person seemed full of life, stirring up his suppressed emotions.

"What conditions does Your Highness have?" Han Yue guessed Xia Yuan's thoughts.

"There are no conditions. But it's a long story, and I'm a little sleepy. Come on, let's go to the bedroom, and I'll tell you in detail."