The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

This room.

Meng Xuanhe left Ying Wugui alone in the mansion, changed into Madam Wei's clothes and went to Zuixianju to have a look. Seeing Meng Xuanhe coming, Song He and Yu Liu had some surprise on their faces.

"Madam Wei, is everything fine in Bianjing City? Why are you in Yangzhou again?" Yu Liu came out from behind the counter.

Meng Xuanhe smiled a little embarrassedly. He had already been in Yangzhou for a few days.

Being busy with the affairs of the Duke of Yan's Mansion, he had been acting as a hands-off manager, leaving all these matters to Song He and Yu Liu, for which he felt somewhat guilty.

"There's nothing big happening in Bianjing City, so I came to take a look." Meng Xuanhe responded.

"I heard that something happened in the Duke of Yan's Mansion. Is the Princess of the Duke of Yan's Mansion okay?"

It was afternoon at this time and there were not many guests in Zuixianju. Song He was also resting in the hall and was not busy.

When they came to Yangzhou, everyone knew Yan Liujing's identity, so when the news spread throughout Nanmeng Country in the past few days, Song He and Yu Liu couldn't help but worry about Yan Liujing.

"The Duke of Yan's Mansion no longer exists, and there is no need to mention it again in the future."

Meng Xuanhe shook his head and gave them instructions.

She would not let anyone else know except Ying Wugui that she had taken Yan Liujing and Yan Chengan out of Bianjing.

Their identities are already sensitive, not to mention that the Duke of Yan's Mansion has become a taboo word in the Kingdom of Nanmeng.

Yan Cheng'an went to Beiliang alone, and Yan Liujing also began to venture into the world on his own.

They have all started a new life, so why not let time dilute the hatred and forget the pain in their hearts.

Song He and Yu Liu felt somewhat sad, after all, that passionate woman had once "fought side by side" with them.

Seeing Meng Xuanhe's words, they were not in a position to continue the topic. They briefly told Meng Xuanhe about Zuixianju's recent situation and handed the account book to Meng Xuanhe.

Although Meng Xuanhe was not in Yangzhou, Zuixianju was managed by the two of them in an orderly manner.

In less than half a month, the turnover had reached 500 taels of silver. Meng Xuanhe was a little surprised. He didn't expect that business in Yangzhou would be easier to do than in Bianjing.

This is naturally because Yangzhou gathers people from all walks of life, while Bianjing is at the feet of the emperor and needs to be more restrained.

By the time Meng Xuanhe finished chatting with them, it was almost the evening hour.

As night fell, Zuixianju became busy again. Meng Xuanhe did not act as a hands-off shopkeeper anymore, but personally solicited customers.

Everything was peaceful and quiet as usual, nothing happened.

It was not until Meng Xuanhe was serving food to the attic that he took a quick glance out the window and caught a glimpse of a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

Xie Lin's impeccable face suddenly appeared in Meng Xuanhe's eyes, but it was different from the white dress that she was familiar with.

He was now only wearing a simple black robe, but the linen clothes could not hide his elegance. He had a black and red long sword on his waist, and Yan Qingzheng followed him silently.

"Boss?" Seeing Meng Xuanhe in a daze, the customer couldn't help but remind him.

Meng Xuanhe had been holding the dish in her hand for a long time, and was reluctant to put it down until the guest called her. Meng Xuanhe immediately came to her senses and hurriedly served all the dishes.

Then she hurried downstairs and walked out of Zuixianju.

How did Xie Lin appear in Yangzhou?

There is no such part in the plot. After all, there is not much description about the eldest princess in the plot. She is just a vicious female supporting role in Xie Lin's growth path.

Meng Xuanhe wiped his face with both hands randomly, his makeup was still well stuck on his face.

There seemed to be the sound of swords clashing from another alley away from Zuixianju. Although separated by a street, the sound of fighting still reached Meng Xuanhe's ears.

She unconsciously walked towards the alley, wanting to see if the noise of fighting was caused by Xie Lin.

But when she went to the alley, there was only a pool of blood on the ground, and no one was fighting. Meng Xuanhe was a little confused, and then she found that many onlookers had gathered in the alley.

"What happened just now? There seemed to be sounds of fighting?" Meng Xuanhe asked.

The people standing nearby shook their heads. They arrived earlier than Meng Xuanhe, but they didn't see any trace of the people fighting. They thought they were two people with extremely high martial arts skills.

From the depths of the alley, a cold light shot out faintly.

Meng Xuanhe frowned and looked back at the cold light. But someone pulled her over and pulled her into the corner of the alley.

Meng Xuanhe just broke into a pair of calm eyes, with a hint of caution she had never seen before.

"Yi Huaizhi?"

Meng Xuanhe blurted out, unable to hide his surprise.

Didn’t he go back to Bian Jing with me? Why did he come to Yangzhou again?

I originally chose to settle down in Yangzhou to get away from all the troubles, but I didn't expect to have an acquaintance on the left and an enemy on the right.

"Madam Wei, can we talk about the past some other day?"

There was some movement on Yi Huaizhi's usually calm and indifferent face, as if he was enduring pain.

Meng Xuanhe looked down at him and found that the abdomen he was covering with his right hand was oozing blood, staining a large area of ​​his white robe red.

"Your injury..."

Meng Xuanhe thought about it carefully and understood. It turned out that the person who was fighting was Yi Huaizhi, but the person who hurt him was unknown.

Yi Huai's martial arts skills are so strong that the number of people in this world who can seriously injure him can be counted on one hand.

Thinking of the quick glimpse of Xie Lin that he had seen in the attic, Meng Xuanhe's heart was filled with huge waves.

"It's inconvenient for me to go back to the villa in this state. Can I stay at Madam Wei's house for a night?"

Yi Huaizhi looked in pain, and Meng Xuanhe finally came to his senses. He helped him up with both hands and walked towards his own residence.

After bringing Yi Huaizhi back home, Meng Xuanhe poured him a cup of warm water and hurried out of the house to the clinic to find a doctor.

The situation was urgent, so she directly grabbed the doctor and ran to the mansion. After all, Yi Huaizhi was her savior.

He has helped him many times, and now he is in danger, which may be related to Xie Lin. Meng Xuanhe can't just ignore it.

She dragged the doctor to the mansion in a hurry. After taking the doctor away, Yi Huaizhi had already fallen into a coma.

The doctor took out the medicine box to feel Yi Huaizhi's pulse, while Meng Xuanhe quietly retreated.

"You brought Yi Huaizhi back?"

As Meng Xuanhe walked out of the house, he saw Ying Wugui standing outside.

His usually lazy and disdainful look suddenly showed some seriousness, and he asked Meng Xuanhe with a frown.

"Do you know him?" Now it was Meng Xuanhe's turn to ask back.

"After all, he is the owner of Sun Moon Villa, who wouldn't know him?"

Ying Wugui chuckled and concealed the complicated expression on his face.

"Your Highness, as your concubine, I think I should remind you not to get too close to Yi Huaizhi."

Ying Wugui said this lightly and turned back to his room, as if he had come here specifically to remind Meng Xuanhe.

But Meng Xuanhe couldn't figure out Yi Huaizhi, and even less could he guess Ying Wugui.

Ying Wugui is both good and evil, and his attitude of doing whatever he wants makes it difficult for her to trust him. Compared to Ying Wugui, Yi Huaizhi is the one who has saved her several times.

But if she was on guard, she was on guard against both of them. They were not simple people, so what on earth were they trying to do by gathering around her?

Things are unpredictable, and she can only take things one step at a time without knowing the unknown secrets.

After all, what’s going on between them is not something I can guess.