The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

"Princess, do you have anything else to do today?" Nanny Wen Zhen asked anxiously.

In the past, she always accompanied the eldest princess into the palace. Even if the princess did something wrong, she would stand up and take the blame on herself.

But this time, Meng Xuanhe refused to let her enter the palace no matter what she said. She was afraid that if she did something wrong, it would also implicate Nanny Wen.

"It's not a big deal. It's really hard to deal with Meng Ziyan." Meng Xuanhe muttered softly, unable to say any more angry words.

In an era of rule by man, only one person is respected.

Seeing that Meng Xuan and An Ran were safe and sound, Nanny Wen felt relieved.

After nightfall, she pushed open the door of the West Pavilion. She hadn't been to the West Pavilion for a long time, and when she first stepped into the West Pavilion, she felt as if she were in another world.

"Are you asleep, Xiaoqi?" Meng Xuanhe tiptoed into the room and saw that the man on the bed had his eyes closed and was breathing evenly.

She smiled helplessly, it was indeed too late.

Meng Xuanhe leaned against the bed and gently stroked his face. The man was already fast asleep and did not respond at all.

"So it was not wrong for you to attack Nan Meng later. Meng Ziyan and others were killed by everyone." Meng Xuanhe looked at the ceiling and said this with emotion.

He regarded the upright and virtuous officials as his mortal enemies and the corrupt officials as his relatives. With such a monarch and ministers, how could the people live in peace? The prosperous scene on the surface of Nanmeng was just paving the way for the turmoil that followed.

The night was quiet and she fell asleep quietly. The only response she got was Xie Lin's faint breathing and a few fallen leaves that occasionally floated down the window.

She planned to rest on the chaise longue in the West Pavilion tonight. Facing such a chaotic situation during the day, she had a headache. With Xie Lin by her side, Meng Xuanhe unconsciously felt more at ease.

The next day, she woke up early and left Xie Lin while he was still asleep. When it was still dawn, she sneaked back to the main hall and prepared to take another nap.

The trip did not disturb the sleeping person. It was said that the medicine for curing blindness was drowsy, and it was the season of spring sleepiness, so Xie Lin fell into an even deeper sleep.

On the way back to the main hall, I happened to meet Jiarun who brought this month's account books for Chenxiangji and Zuixianju.

He originally wanted to leave after leaving the main hall, but he didn't expect to run into Meng Xuanhe at the door of the main hall.

"Princess, are you back from the West Pavilion?" Jiarun looked at the direction she was coming from, hesitated for a moment, and asked.

"Yes, what's the matter with you?" Meng Xuanhe, who was still sleepy, rubbed his eyes and looked at him puzzledly.

Jia Run lowered his eyes and said, "I'm here to deliver the account book. Chen Xiang Ji should be open for business by now."

He planned to go to the incense shop after delivering the account book, after all, Chenxiangji was not as good as Zuixianju. It had to open early in the morning, Jialang could sleep until noon, but Jiarun could not.

"Oh, then just give it to me." Meng Xuanhe took the account book and nodded.

Jiarun wanted to say something more to her, but when he saw her going back to the house with the account book, he felt embarrassed to stay in the main hall any longer, so he had to bow and leave.

Meng Xuanhe's sleepiness was swept away by the account books. Chenxiangji's net profit this month was 80 taels of silver, while Zuixianju had a full 200 taels.

She sighed again, saying that food is the most important thing for people.

If things continue like this, she will be able to make back her money with interest before May and open a few more branches.

Apart from Bianjing, Yangzhou, Lin'an and Jinling in Nanmeng are all good choices. You can decide on the branch first, and also decide where to run away in the future.

"Princess." Xie Lin murmured after waking up. He would never mistake the smell of her. It seemed that she had been here last night. He curled his lips, as if that was enough.

She wanted to go see how Xie Lin's eyes recovered last night, but seeing as how he was wrapped in white cloth, it would take some time. After these days, the medicine bag that Yi Huaizhi gave her was once again empty.

It is already the final stage, which is also the most critical period. Meng Xuanhe kept Yi Huaizhi's words in mind.

The last time she met Yi Huaizhi in Bian Jing was purely accidental. It seems that she has to go to Sun Moon Villa again this time.

Since Yan Qing arrived, the princes and nobles of Nanmeng State have been on alert. There are also many spies guarding her princess's mansion, and even the dog hole is watched at night.

But it didn't matter, she was ready to climb over the wall tonight.

When she was free, she created a painting technique, which was mainly a small blinding technique. She posted it where she would climb over the wall, just in case. Except for masters of the fifth level of internal strength, it would basically not be seen through.

Although Meng Ziyan was very "concerned" about the princess, he would not let a fifth-level expert keep an eye on her. After all, the fifth-level internal strength was already an insurmountable gap from that of ordinary people.

Since the matter concerned Xie Lin, she didn't even tell Nanny Wen and planned to leave the house on her own.

After Meng Xuanhe finished his work and had his meal, the night fell and the stars were shining.

The lights in Bianjing City dimmed, leaving only a bright moon in the sky. Meng Xuanhe changed into a nightgown, and unlike her imagination of climbing walls and flying over eaves, she was planning to climb up by holding onto a pillar.

"It's really different from the TV series." Meng Xuanhe climbed up the bricks and tiles with a distressed look on his face. He really wanted to have the same good martial arts skills as Yan Liujing!

She groped her way along the bricks, trying to maintain her balance, fearing that she would miss a step. Suddenly, Meng Xuanhe sensed a strange breath, which suddenly made her feet go weak.

"Who is it?" A male voice came from behind. Meng Xuanhe broke out in a cold sweat. She would not be sent to the guillotine tomorrow, would she?

She turned her head stiffly and looked towards the place where the voice came from. The man who spoke was actually Yan Qing, the envoy from Beiliang.

But unlike his outfit that day, he was also wearing a nightgown, blending perfectly into the night without making any noise. Compared to Meng Xuanhe, he was much more professional.

"How did you get on the tiles of this princess's mansion?" It turned out that he was not Meng Ziyan's man, and Meng Xuanhe immediately felt confident. As an envoy from another country, he broke into the princess's mansion at night, and it was reasonable for him to be stabbed.

"Are you the eldest princess?" Yan Qing said in surprise after seeing the face of the woman in front of him.

He came to Nanmeng this time not only to give the Beautiful Landscape Painting, but also to secretly look for Xie Lin's whereabouts. Yan Qing searched the Bianjing city inside and out, and now only the Princess Mansion of Meng Xuanhe and several Dukes' Mansions were left.

"Envoy Yan Qing, I hope you are clear about your identity. What are you doing breaking into my princess's mansion at night?" Meng Xuanhe looked defensive.

Although it was Yan Qing who rescued Xie Lin later, it was still more than half a year before she was rescued. If she couldn't go home as planned because she arbitrarily changed the timeline, where could she cry?

So she had to hide Xie Lin well and never let him be exposed.

"Where is the princess going in this attire?" Yan Qing sneered. He had no good feelings towards this princess with a bad reputation.

"Do I need to report to envoys from other countries where I'm going?" Meng Xuanhe sneered in response. Are you the only one who is sarcastic?

Yan Qing remained silent after hearing this. Meng Xuanhe was ready to run away, but Yan Qing realized her intention and drew her sword in an instant. The cold sword with a flashing cold light was already on Meng Xuanhe's neck.

"Envoy Yan Qing, please don't be impulsive and destroy the peace between the two countries." Meng Xuanhe narrowed her eyes and threatened. She looked calm on the surface, but her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

He is already a master of the fifth level of internal strength, and Meng Xuanhe's sleight of hand cannot fool him. This is truly a moment when he is at the mercy of others.

Yan Qing was oblivious to her threats, not even his expression changed.

"You might as well tell the princess clearly that I came to Nanmeng not only for the friendship between our two countries, but also for the third prince of my Beiliang Kingdom." Meng Xuanhe didn't expect Yan Qing to be so direct. Did he really discover something?

"What third prince? This princess has never heard of him." Meng Xuanhe denied it flatly.