Qianqianjie, kidnap a reborn prince back to the modern era

Yun Qianyou glanced at the two noblemen indifferently, without any nervousness or emotion, and continued to look at the jade on the counter, saying casually, "No need, I always believe in revenge on the spot if I have the ability. My friend has already taught her a lesson, so this matter can be put behind us."

"Wow! So domineering, is this something a concubine's daughter can say?"

"Oh my God! Doesn't she know who she's talking to?"

Some of the customers were whispering among themselves, looking at the ungrateful master and servant in front of them with strange eyes.

Qiao Nan looked at the people opposite him warily, his hand already gently stroking the whip at his waist.

A prince and a prince of the royal family, it's a bit troublesome, she frowned secretly.

However, fortunately, judging from his attitude just now, it seems that he has no intention of covering up for his shortcomings.

No matter what, Qianyou cannot be allowed to suffer any loss on his own territory.

"Miss Yun is so straightforward. I admire her."

Jing Zhan spoke beside Cang Min, causing some female members of the hall to exclaim in surprise.

He became even more curious about this calm woman.

This kind of mentality is not something a little girl in the harem should have!

And this woman in green, she looks quite skilled, but I don’t know how good her martial arts are?

This little guy who is protecting his master, does he dare to fight with them here?

Does she really not know how much trouble she will cause for her master once she takes action?

Yun Qianyou is just an unfavored concubine in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Prime Minister Yun is unlikely to clean up the mess for her. What do they rely on to be so unscrupulous?

The mystery surrounding these two people grew bigger and bigger, and he became more and more interested.

Qian You turned around and glanced at the two young men opposite him.

What is their purpose? Don’t they intend to let me go?

She frowned slightly, but her tone was still indifferent. "You're welcome. I was just strolling around and didn't mean to make trouble. Since there was scolding and beating just now, the matter has been exposed. I don't intend to care about it. There is no need to make a noise in the store and ruin the business."

The middle-aged man at the counter looked at the two girls with gratitude.

They have absolute strength and don't care if customers cause trouble in the store, but it's not good to affect their business for no reason.

Qiao Nan's fierce aura swept a glance at the people who were still watching.

Yes!

The store's business is their own business, how can they let these few bad apples ruin it.

From today onwards, I must tell my brother to distribute the portraits of Song Qingfeng and his domineering sister to various businesses in Qianmai Palace to prevent them from entering the store.

At this moment, Song Mingyue still didn't know who she had offended with her big mouth today. When she couldn't enter many high-end industries in the future, she would be in tears and puzzled.

"Miss Yun, I sincerely invite you to the teahouse across the street to chat, to make up for the rudeness of his brother and sister?"

Cang Min smiled widely. He was really curious about this calm woman. What kind of person or thing could move her?

"No need, I should go back now. Thank you, Prince Ning, for your kindness."

Qian You didn't want to be disturbed anymore. He glanced at Qiao Nan who looked nervous, then turned and walked out of the store.

"She really doesn't understand etiquette. She dared to refuse the invitation from Prince Ning. She is really bold."

Song Mingyue looked at Yun Qianyou's departing back, feeling angry and indignant.

She was beaten, so why did she have to apologize, and apologize to a concubine's daughter?

Song Qingfeng watched the stunning woman in front of him float away, his eyes glued to the white figure for a long time.

Cang Min glanced at his limping cousin and his unruly and willful cousin, sighed softly, and left the store with Jing Zhan.

After meeting today, he was even more confused about this nonchalant little concubine's daughter.

It seems that he has to go to Prime Minister Yun’s residence someday, as he always feels that she is full of mystery.

Three days later.

A carriage stopped in front of Xinglin Medical Clinic.

A man who looked like a butler got out of the car and walked into the clinic with a swagger. However, the moment he stepped in, he unconsciously slowed down his pace.

"Excuse me, do you need any help?"

Behind the reception desk, two young men smiled and one of them asked in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.

"I heard that leg diseases can be treated here?"

"It depends on what kind of disease it is. If it is a leg disease that has existed since birth, then a more detailed diagnosis is needed to see if it can be treated. In other cases, most of them can be recovered."

"Really? Can it be restored?"

"You can ask the patient to come here, and our doctors will give you a definite answer after confirming the diagnosis."

"Okay! I'll notify our young master to come over."

The butler looked incredulous and delighted, and happily drove away.

Yun Qianyou, Qiao Mu, and the spy chief Yin Jie were drinking tea in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the lounge on the third floor. They smiled slightly when they saw this scene.

"Song Qingfeng, the eldest son of the Minister of Industry and the fiancé of Yun Wanqing, the daughter of the Prime Minister, you are going to take the bait for the dandy cripple you married."

The man who spoke was Yin Jie, the spy chief of Qianmai Palace.

This man was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, with a plain face, as if he was always calm. He had a face that everyone who saw him would instantly forget about him, but few could see the depth hidden beneath his calm eyes.

"His lame leg is his regret and also the reason for his failure. If you want him to die, you must first make him mad. Let's start with his lame leg and see if we can find a way to break through the old prime minister's mansion and find out the truth behind the murder of our master's family."

Yun Qianyou took a sip of tea and said quietly.

An hour later.

A more luxurious carriage returned to Xinglin Medical Clinic.

The butler from before bent down and helped a young man in gorgeous clothes get off the carriage. The young man walked to the door of the clinic with his feet stumbling. He stopped involuntarily and peeked inside.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

At the reception desk, the young man still had a warm smile on his face and asked in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.

"Can you cure my leg here?" Song Qingfeng asked unconfidently.

His leg was attacked by a lone wolf more than a year ago when he went hunting in Xiaoxi Mountain with a group of friends.

He fell down the hillside and luckily killed the wolf chasing him with the help of his guards, but he also broke his leg.

After returning to Kyoto, he relied on the reputation of his aunt, the imperial concubine, and invited the imperial physician to treat him, but he still became disabled.

He would suffer from leg pain in winter and on rainy days.

His lameness made him lose the qualification to take part in the imperial examination, so he indulged himself even more and from then on he gained the reputation of being the most dissolute playboy in Kyoto.

Two days ago, he heard a rumor that a clinic had opened in Qingyin Lane, called Xinglin Clinic, which specialized in treating trauma and difficult and complicated diseases, and also said it could heal lame legs.

He didn't believe it at first, but after hearing the news from various channels, he began to feel itchy.

He arranged for the butler to come to the clinic first to check out the situation. The butler replied with a happy look on his face, which made him unable to restrain himself any longer and he followed him in a car to take a look.

The clean and bright layout of the clinic made him feel excited and a little nervous.

He had never seen a store lobby like this before.

He didn't dare to step on the bright marble floor. It was marble!

How could it be laid on the floor of the clinic lobby?

Isn't this paving gold?

This clinic looks quite powerful!

His heart was in a turmoil, and he vaguely felt as if there was hope for his legs.