The witch comes into my arms

Butler Wang's full name is Wang Changde. He is a generation younger than Grandma Rong and is in charge of the palace's property.

He was acquainted with the shopkeeper of Mi Zhu Pavilion and had friendship with the manager of Ji Zhai, so Aunt Rong found him and together they looked for Xiao Lengqiu.

He also had a share of the credit for successfully bringing the little queen back.

Are you here to report and take credit?

Xia Yuan walked into the study room in the front yard where guests were entertained, sat down on the imperial chair, and looked at the old man.

I don’t have much impression of Butler Wang and the Seventh Prince. I only know that he is a man of many tricks. Butler Wang can always get the new gadgets he wants quickly.

The seventh prince therefore valued him and gave him the responsibility for all the property outside the palace that should have been divided between the two butlers.

"Is it about Prince Zhennan? Aunt Rong has already told me." Xia Yuan paused slightly, thinking about how to appreciate and encourage the other party.

"Since His Highness already knows, how can he still indulge her!" Wang Changde said in a serious tone.

Xia Yuan frowned: "I wonder what Butler Wang is talking about?"

"Aunt Rong injured Prince Zhennan!"

Xia Yuan looked at him in surprise. He didn't expect Wang Changde to be so sharp-eyed that he could see that Aunt Rong had deliberately hurt Prince Zhennan.

"Although it was the Crown Prince's guard who made the move first, Grandma Rong cursed the guards first and the Crown Prince was injured later. How could she escape the blame?" Wang Changde said.

It turned out that I didn't see it, I just felt that the prince was injured and everyone who caused it was responsible.

This logic cannot be wrong in this world where superiority and inferiority are clearly defined.

Xia Yuan looked out the window. The light on the grass became brighter and brighter. It was almost lunch time.

He didn't distinguish between right and wrong, good and evil. He only thought about one question, who is his?

Aunt Rong was loyal and would sacrifice her life to help him stop the assassins in the future. She was undoubtedly his person.

Butler Wang...

A shadow of a bird passed by the window, just like the figure in night clothes in the memory. The blood at night was as dazzling as the sunlight on the ground.

He ignored the assassination because it happened ten years later.

He is confident that in ten years, even if he is not a Jingshen, he will still have the strength of the Cave Mystic Realm, be covered with secret treasures, and have the Eternal Night Queen lying beside him. How can any assassin be able to stab him?

Now that I think about it carefully, there was something strange about that assassination.

Ten years later, the prince died. He was one of the heirs to the throne. He was surrounded by masters from his mother's family and the royal family. Why could the assassin approach him under the inspection of these masters?

Is there a ghost in the house?

He looked away from the window and looked at Wang Changde.

"In the opinion of Butler Wang, how should we deal with it?" he asked.

Xia Yuan didn't think for long or short, and the expression on his face was neither happy nor angry. Wang Changde was panicked, and he saw the same majesty as King Zhennan from the playboy in front of him.

The thought in his mind of trying to find an explanation for the prince and sow discord between the seventh prince and Aunt Rong disappeared immediately, and he felt that his behavior today was too reckless.

He thought about the remedy and said: "Your Highness and the Crown Prince are not on good terms, but etiquette is indispensable. According to the old servant, we should prepare some wound medicine and send it to the Crown Prince's house. On the surface, the courtesy is fulfilled, but on the inside there is ridicule. Although the Crown Prince is not It's so pleasant, but I have to pinch my nose to accept it. If Your Highness is free, you can deliver it in person."

Injure the opponent, then go visit him and ridicule him.

"This is a good idea." Xia Yuan thought, if he hadn't awakened his memory, he would have been ecstatic and would have come to the door and ridiculed him.

Now, he has long gotten rid of his vulgar taste and is too lazy to slap his former enemy in the face. He just wants to stay at home and spank Han Yue and Xiao Leng Qiu.

Before that, we need to clear out a wave of palaces to see if any foreign enemies have been passed through.

He asked Wang Changde again: "How will Aunt Rong handle it?"

Wang Changde looked at his expressionless face and felt even more fearful. Putting himself in his shoes, if he found a way to laugh at his enemies, he would definitely be overjoyed. How could the seventh prince be so calm?

He said cautiously: "Mother Rong has made obvious mistakes and hidden merits. She just needs to be punished with some salary."

"Steward Wang's plan is really vicious. If I were Zeng Zishi, I would be so angry that I would vomit blood."

"His Highness's enemies are my old servant's enemies. Naturally, you should not be lenient when dealing with your enemies!"

Wang Changde secretly glanced at Xia Yuan's expression and thought that he would be able to escape safely now that he had reached this point. In the evening, he immediately sent a letter to King Zhennan, saying that the seventh prince was just a superficial playboy and should not be underestimated.

Xia Yuan failed to test anything, or in other words, he didn't test seriously at all, and he didn't pretend to be a playboy and follow Wang Changde's words.

With the treasures of time, who would still play the trick of trying again and again?

Little yellow mirror, take a picture for me!

Wang Changde is just a housekeeper, and his cultivation level is only in the second level of transformation. Under the light of the treasure mirror of time, life is like a beauty without clothes, all in Xia Yuan's eyes.

Wang Changde was born as a farmer. Fifty-one years ago, there was a severe drought and famine in the north. He sold himself to the branch of the Chu family and was discovered and trained by the intelligence organization of the King of Zhennan. He was promoted to a first-class servant and joined the main line of the Chu family in Yongning City. Little housekeeper.

Six months ago, Xia Yuan was granted the title of King of Chu. Under the operation of the Zhennan King's intelligence organization, the Chu family of his mother's family chose him to be Xia Yuan's housekeeper.

Xia Yuan quickly glanced at the next scene. The assassination ten years later was indeed attributed to Wang Changde, who was the envoy of Zhennan King.

Among the large and small rebel armies in the Ning Kingdom, Yan Lengqiu's group and Zhennan Wang's group were the most powerful. After Yan Lengqiu occupied Yongning City, Zhennan King took the initiative to sue for peace, surrendered all the occupied territory, and ceded half of the fiefdom. Only then did Yan Lengqiu let him go.

After the situation stabilized, Wang Changde took his savings and returned to his hometown in the north, becoming a wealthy man.

The mirror returned to darkness, and a tingling sensation came.

Xia Yuan endured the pain, pondered for a moment, then raised his knuckles and knocked on the table.

This is a code.

Wang Changde looked at the table in confusion, wondering what the seventh prince meant by knocking on the table. According to his observation, the seventh prince had not had this habit before.

He didn't understand it until his death.

Sunlight shone in from the window on the left front, casting his shadow on the back right. Before the sound of his knuckles hitting the wooden table dissipated, a dark human figure emerged from his shadow, like an evil creature crawling out of a stinking swamp. The ghost strangled his neck with his hands covered in black mud.

"Kill him." Xia Yuan said.

After a crisp sound, Wang Changde's body fell to the ground.

The dark human figure slowly sank into the shadow of the corpse.

Wang Changde was lucky. The window was in front and the shadow was in the back. If it were the other way around, he would have witnessed this terrifying monster with his own eyes.

The pitch-black figure has no facial features, no pores, and no warmth, just like a shadow cast by sunlight on the ground.

It comes from an ancient race that lives in the shadows, and its strength ranges from nourishing energy to holding pills.

The Xia clan discovered them thousands of years ago and named them the Shadow Clan. They have raised them to this day and are the protectors of their important children.

Xia Yuan's one is at the peak of Dan Bao. It has no emotions, lacks consciousness, and has weird abilities. It is no match for an ordinary half-step Dongxuan.

"Your Highness!"

Hanyue's voice sounded outside the study.

She heard that Butler Wang had stopped His Highness, and was afraid that His Highness would really blame Aunt Rong, so she hurriedly came to investigate.