Your Majesty, the princess ran away again!

When Mu Nanyan heard someone approaching, she rubbed some dust on her lips.

The door was opened and Mu Nanyan fell directly into the mansion. The housekeeper was shocked to see this, thinking that it was a beggar who died at the door of the mansion. He went forward to feel the breath and found that the person was still alive.

Mu Nanyan felt someone tapping her shoulder and slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was a man of about 35 years old. Relying on his memory, he slowly stretched out his hand and said, "Uncle Zhao, it's me."

The housekeeper recognized her voice, brushed away the hair on her face and confirmed that it was the eldest daughter. He quickly called the servants to carry the person into the house, and then turned around and left.

Mu Nanyan knew that he was passing the message to Mu Xiwen.

Yaoxueyuan.

Mu Xiwen was worried about the rash on Murong Yue's body, pacing back and forth in the yard. Mu Nanyan was killed, and Yue'er was still... No matter what, Yue'er would never be buried with her. This is my daughter who I have spent ten years raising with all my heart and soul. I am still waiting for her to help me achieve my great cause. How could I give her to a dead person...

The day before yesterday, we learned the news of Prince Li's great victory in the battle of Southern Xinjiang. At the same time, we also heard that Prince Li accidentally encountered danger on his way back to the capital and unfortunately died.

Dongli was in great mourning throughout the country.

Emperor Tianyou prepared the most grand funeral for his favorite son. The whole country mourned for the war god of Dongli, and all the people wore plain clothes. When he was in court, Emperor Tianyou noticed him and thought of the engagement more than ten years ago. He felt that his son was already eighteen years old and had not had time to start a family, so he decided to let Mu Nanyan, the daughter of the Mu family who was engaged, be buried with him.

Mu Xiwen was still feeling lucky that he had brought her back a few days ago, thinking of sending her to be buried with him three days later. However, she met with an accident on the way back today, and the palace was about to come to pick her up. What should he do?

With a thud, the butler tripped over a stone and fell at the gate. "How can you be so flustered!"

"Master! The young lady is back."

"What! Take me there quickly." Mu Xiwen was happy, but he still felt a little uneasy because he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

The mother and daughter in the house also heard the news. Murong Yue was happy at first, but then she began to worry. How did this bitch come back?

The Prime Minister's wife noticed the change in her woman and asked, "What's wrong, Yue'er? Now that she's back, we can rest assured."

Although the woman in front of her was her mother, she really despised her stupidity. Murong Yue reminded her: "Will mother be willing to marry?"

"That's up to her! She's just a piece of trash."

"Waste? The waste you are talking about came back alive after being killed by your killer." Murong Yue said unhappily, twisting the handkerchief in her hand vigorously.

The Prime Minister's wife was a little shocked after hearing this. Yes, how could this waste come back? But she didn't think too deeply about it and continued to immerse herself in the joy that her daughter didn't have to be buried with him.

Murong Yue looked at the smile on her lips and she knew that this mother was stupid. Her eyes were full of disgust and her brows were furrowed tighter and tighter. She simply closed her eyes and rested. The red rash on her body made her very uncomfortable, but she didn't dare to scratch it because it was itchy.

On the other side, Mu Xiwen came to Jinsheng Courtyard and pushed open the door impatiently. Seeing his eldest daughter lying in a mess on the bed, he did not feel distressed at all. Instead, joy spread across his face. "Yan'er, you're back. It's all your father's fault. I should have picked you up in person. You've suffered." After saying that, he touched the corners of his eyes hypocritically.

Mu Nanyan was lying on the bed, cursing his entire family in her heart. She was almost about to dig up his ancestral grave. Suddenly, she felt a little sorry for the original owner. What kind of life did he live before this?

Mu Xiwen sat beside her bed, holding her hand tightly, his originally happy face suddenly turned sad, "It's all my fault, I'm sorry for you, I don't have the ability to protect you..."

Mu Nanyan was lying on the bed listening to him talking. The general meaning was that she was going to die again, and to be buried with that damned King Li. She was angry just thinking about it. Although she had no feelings for this world, she was not the original owner and was not so easy to bully. Since you all bullied the original owner to death and brought me here, then be prepared. I am your retribution.

Mu Xiwen saw the corners of her mouth curled up and thought she was happy. It was just like three years ago. A fool is a fool, a useless person. Let you give up your last bit of value for me!