The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

"Your Highness, this is the account book of the shop for the past half month." Outside the house, there were rumbling spring thunders and gloomy rain. Meng Xuanhe gave Jiarun Jialang two days off.

No one knew where Jialang had gone to play, but Jiarun couldn't sit still, so he sorted out Chenxiangji's account book for the past half month and handed it to her.

"I'll leave these matters to you." Meng Xuanhe smiled slightly, only caring about how much silver she would get in the end. She glanced at it briefly, and after deducting the cost and the silver of the shop assistants in the past half month, the net profit was ten taels.

Meng Xuanhe calculated that it would be twenty taels per month, and about two hundred and forty taels per year.

Her business had just started, and she didn't expect to achieve success overnight. For Meng Xuanhe, this kind of down-to-earth approach was the best.

After a few months, after sending Xie Lin away, she would start to plan her retreat. She would leave Bianjing and settle in Yangzhou or Lin'an.

Opening a few chain stores, raising a few cats and dogs, and living a leisurely, comfortable and carefree life are what she wants all her life.

"You two can each take two shares of the money earned from the shop." Meng Xuanhe said as he looked at Jiarun who was working hard.

The brothers each got two points, making them evenly matched with Meng Xuanhe.

"Your Highness, Jiarun and Jialang cannot bear this." Jiarun was shocked when he heard this and said hurriedly.

Meng Xuanhe raised his hand and pushed him back onto the sandalwood stool. "I see the efforts of both of you. This is what you deserve."

She smiled, like the moment when the ice and snow began to melt, taking away all the light between heaven and earth.

A blush appeared on Jiarun's face and his hands unconsciously tightened his collar.

"You will sleep in the cabinet tonight." Meng Xuanhe said casually. Every two or three days, Jiarun Jialang would stay in the main hall.

The main hall was spacious, with more than one attic. They all slept in different attics, just for show for outsiders.

"Okay." Jiarun understood that he never asked Meng Xuanhe about anything or any of his ideas, so he just had to do as he was told.

But he didn't know why today, he always felt like thunder in his heart. After Meng Xuanhe let him stay overnight, it was like a lake of spring water rippling again. His Adam's apple moved, and he swallowed the strange emotion.

With nothing to do, Meng Xuanhe took out the chessboard and played chess with Jiarun.

"Princess, Jiarun doesn't know how to play chess." Jiarun said with a ruddy face, not quite feeling comfortable. He and Jialang lived in poverty since childhood, and later learned music and flattery, so naturally they would not touch such things.

"No problem, let's play Go." Meng Xuanhe curled her lips. She didn't even know how to play Go.

"What is Gobang?"

Jiarun had never heard of it, so Meng Xuanhe briefly explained it to him. The gameplay was not difficult, and he understood it after listening.

After all, he had never played chess before, so in the following time, Meng Xuanhe relied on the "clever formation" he saw on a short video to defeat Jiarun without leaving a single piece of armor.

Although they were playing against weak opponents, Meng Xuanhe also enjoyed the game. It was not until the servants in the mansion brought dinner that the two of them got away from the chess game.

The servants in the mansion saw Meng Xuan playing chess for the first time, and they all glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally. The chessboard, which was completely different from Go, looked like a mess to them, and they sighed silently in their hearts.

"It's already the season of spring thunder." Meng Xuanhe glanced out the window. It was a night with lightning, thunder, wind and rain.

"The most important thing in this weather is to keep warm." Jiarun smiled slightly and took out a long-sleeved coat for Meng Xuanhe to put on.

Meng Xuan's thoughts were wandering, and he recalled the plot in the video.

In the images, Xie Lin was often whipped by the princess, especially on such stormy nights.

She started thinking about Xie Lin for no reason again. She thought that when he was poisoned, he "liked" the whipping, so he shouldn't be afraid of thunder now.

Meng Xuanhe comforted himself.

Jiarun looked at her silently. The chopsticks in her hand kept poking at the rice, but she didn't eat a single bite. Her lack of appetite and absent-mindedness were obvious to all.

"Princess, is there something on your mind?" Jiarun hesitated for a moment, but still asked, even though he knew it was not his business.

"No." Meng Xuanhe denied it flatly.

So the atmosphere fell silent. Meng Xuanhe took a few bites of food and thought that it seemed like he hadn't visited Xiaoqi for a long time. How was he doing now?

When Meng Xuan poked the rice for the thirty-fourth time, she suddenly stood up, threw the bowl and chopsticks on the table, and rushed out.

Sure enough, she couldn't ignore Xiao Piaoliang.

Jiarun watched her leave and reminded her from behind, "Princess, be careful because the road is slippery."

But the rumbling thunder and heavy rain outside silenced these words.

Meng Xuanhe walked along the corridor to the West Pavilion. Although she was not directly exposed to the rain, the slanting rain wet her clothes and hair.

"Xiao Qi?" Meng Xuanhe thought for a moment and called out from the door.

Xie Lin said "hmm" softly in the room, and then she opened the door and walked in.

He was leaning against the bed, as if listening carefully to the sound of Jingzhe.

"Xiao Qi, aren't you afraid of thunder?" Meng Xuanhe couldn't help but ask, because there was no abnormality on Xie Lin's face at this time.

"Not bad." Xie Lin raised his head and smiled in the direction of Meng Xuanhe. "Xiao Qi is just afraid that the princess is not with me." He added.

Sure enough, it was a wrong decision for her to come here.

Meng Xuanhe said with a frown: "Since you have nothing to do, I will leave."

This time, Xie Lin ran straight to the door and closed it before her.

Then he rested his head on the crook of her neck and asked her, "If I say I'm afraid, will the princess stay?"

"Probably not." His warm breath touched her neck. Meng Xuanhe shuddered subconsciously and raised her hand to push his face away.

Xie Lin was pushed away, and he held the door with his backhand, trapping Meng Xuanhe between the door and his chest to prevent her from escaping again.

"It would be nice if it was the princess who was imprisoned."

Meng Xuanhe:?

My child, your thoughts are dangerous.

Meng Xuanhe wiped the sweat from his forehead and said seriously, "You can't have such thoughts."

Xie Lin suddenly became depressed and said to himself, "Xiao Qi thinks this is good. It's just the princess and me. Xiao Qi won't be like the princess and leave it alone."

"Okay, okay, I'll stay with you." Meng Xuanhe was afraid that his dangerous idea would continue to develop, so he said helplessly.

Xie Lin's face lit up with joy, he took a step back and let her go.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed outside the window. Then thunder rumbled and heavy rain poured down. Xie Lin squatted down in fear and hugged himself.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's just thunder." Meng Xuanhe couldn't bear to see this poor little thing, his heart softened and he squatted down with him, gently putting his arms around Xie Lin's shoulders.

Feeling the body temperature and fragrance of the girl beside him, Xie Lin's lips curled up into an imperceptible smile.

Meng Xuanhe didn't notice it and patted him on the back, thinking that the caning had indeed had some effect on him.

"Princess, can you stay tonight?" Although Xie Lin still had a white cloth covering his eyes, Meng Xuanhe could imagine the pitiful look in his eyes.

When she was hesitating, another bolt of lightning struck outside the window. Xie Lin trembled again, seeming to be extremely scared.

"Okay, I'll stay with you." Meng Xuanhe took his hand and led him to the couch. After taking care of him lying down, he pulled up the quilt for him.

Meng Xuanhe stood up and told the servants in the mansion that she would stay in the west pavilion tonight and would not return to the main hall.

"Really? Is that so?" In the cabinet of the main hall, Jiarun's expression darkened and he muttered to himself.