The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

The letter from Young Master Yan came so quickly and suddenly that Meng Xuanhe had no time to catch his breath, especially after Yi Huaizhi's words, Meng Xuanhe almost rushed out of Sun Moon Villa and headed straight for Chenxiangji.

Although she was very anxious, she had to take off her makeup before returning to the princess's mansion, otherwise she wouldn't even be able to enter the gate.

Because they were going to Yangzhou, Chenxiangji was basically closed. Chenxiangji seemed to be empty at this time, which made Meng Xuanhe easily slip back to the princess's mansion through the path behind Chenxiangji.

"Princess, where have you been these days? The emperor is summoning you." As Meng Xuanhe stepped into the princess's mansion, Lin Zhao's shrill voice came from afar.

Meng Xuanhe turned around and saw a group of servants rushing towards her. Nanny Wen also saw the princess. Lin Zhao was beside her, so she couldn't say much and could only look anxiously at Meng Xuanhe.

She was shocked. What Yan Chengan wrote in the letter was enough to make her suspicious. Now Meng Ziyan was impatient to summon her again. Meng Xuanhe wondered if Meng Ziyan had discovered Xie Lin's identity.

If Meng Ziyan heard that Xie Lin was the third prince of Beiliang, who knows how much trouble it would cause. And since they had once teamed up to deceive Meng Ziyan, they could not escape the crime of deceiving the emperor.

Just as Meng Xuanhe was still daydreaming, a man walked out of the main hall of the princess's mansion.

His hair is tied up in a casual manner, and he is full of vigor and vitality. His bright eyes and eyebrows are like the vast mountains and rivers, filling the vast sky and overlooking the abyss.

Meng Xuanhe was stunned for a moment as he looked at the young man in bright clothes. Originally a playboy and a rebellious man, he now matched the figure of the great general who brought peace to the world in the image.

"Yan Cheng'an, why are you here?" Meng Xuanhe asked after coming back to his senses.

"Come with me to the palace first." Yan Cheng'an was serious for a rare time. He grabbed Meng Xuanhe's wrist and took her out of the mansion.

Lin Zhao saw this scene and didn't know what to say. When Meng Xuanhe left, Lin Zhao reported it to Emperor Nanmeng. Meng Ziyan knew about it, but he didn't expect Meng Xuanhe to be gone for seven days.

In the past two days, Meng Ziyan had urged Meng Xuanhe to come to the palace. Fortunately, Yan Chengan blocked the matter and delayed it again and again until Meng Xuanhe returned to Beijing.

He pulled Meng Xuanhe straight into the carriage. The coachman understood what he meant and drove straight towards the palace.

"Tell me, who is he?" Yan Cheng'an was rarely serious and asked directly as soon as he got on the carriage.

Meng Xuan was speechless. Xie Lin was just an ordinary "face-to-face lover" in her house. Why did everyone ask her this question during this period of time? To be fair, she had protected Xie Lin very well.

Li Chuan would not reveal Xie Lin's identity to anyone because it involved Wu Xian's forbidden technique. So who was it that revealed Xie Lin's identity?

Meng Xuanhe thought about it for a long time but couldn't come up with a conclusion.

"Do you know something?" Meng Xuanhe did not answer Yan Chengan, but asked him instead.

Yan Chengan shook his head. He really didn't know Xie Lin's identity. But there were a lot of rumors in Bianjing City recently, saying that the third prince of Beiliang disappeared strangely. There were also rumors that there was a mysterious concubine in the Princess's mansion with no origin.

The public opinion was so strong that it reached Meng Ziyan's ears. He originally wanted to summon Meng Xuanhe immediately, but Meng Xuanhe was not in Bianjing City, so he directly invited Xie Lin into the palace.

Meng Xuanhe's heart gradually sank. In the original plot, Xie Lin's identity had never been revealed from beginning to end. Only after Xie Lin ascended the throne did everyone suddenly realize it.

Is it because she changed the course of events? Would that also affect the ending of the story?

Before Meng Xuanhe could think about it, Yan Chengan's surprised voice reached his ears: "Could he really be the third prince of Beiliang?"

Meng Xuanhe gave a bitter smile, tacitly agreeing to this matter. Since Yan Liujing already knew about this matter, there was no need for Meng Xuanhe to hide it from Yan Chengan.

"You are so bold." Yan Cheng'an frowned slightly and uttered this sigh after a long silence.

Meng Xuanhe: I don’t want to be too bold.

Just because they have the same name, can she be asked to come and clean up the mess for the princess?

She doesn't agree!

Meng Xuan and his thoughts were in turmoil. The silence in the carriage lasted for a moment.

The wheels rolled forward and they had already arrived at the palace. Yan Chengan and Meng Xuanhe came down together. Meng Xuanhe looked up at him and asked unconsciously, "The emperor didn't summon you, so it's probably not appropriate for you to go in."

Yan Chengan waved his hand and said, "That's right, I'll wait for you outside the palace gate."

Duke Yan and Meng Ziyan have always been at odds with each other. Yan Cheng'an's barging into the palace at this time might remind Meng Ziyan of the thorn in his side, the Duke's Mansion, and he could use this as an excuse to bring charges against the Duke's Mansion.

Although he usually likes to contradict Duke Yan, this matter concerns the entire Duke's Mansion, and Yan Cheng'an rarely behaves rationally.

Meng Xuanhe waved to him as a farewell, and stepped onto the bluestone steps alone. The road ahead was long and bleak, and anyone could only accompany her for a part of the way. As for truly facing Meng Ziyan, she had to be the one herself.

She touched her sleeve and found the painting spirit technique she had hidden earlier, and tried to calm herself down.

"Your Highness the Princess, you're here? What a coincidence, the Emperor is listening to an opera in the Theatre. Please go to the side hall and wait first." said the eunuch on duty outside the hall.

"Yes." Meng Xuanhe nodded, and under the guidance of the eunuch on duty, went to the side hall to wait.

The Jingde Qingbai porcelain teacup was filled with Longyuan Shengxue made of "Silver Silk Water Buds". The subtle fragrance of the clear spring water did not calm Meng Xuanhe's heart. Instead, as time went by, her mood was entangled with the tea leaves in the cup, and she was inextricably entangled with it.

"Has the emperor finished watching the opera?" Two hours had passed, and there was still no news from Meng Ziyan. Meng Xuanhe's impetuous heart became even more flustered.

Compared to a quick death by a single blow, the most torturous thing is the agony before going to the execution ground.

"Your Highness, Princess, not yet." The eunuch on duty answered respectfully.

The other slaves on duty looked at Meng Xuanhe with a certain scrutiny. They were curious about the recent public opinion and could not help but look at Meng Xuanhe a little more.

After all, a lewd princess imprisoning a prince from an enemy country as her lover would be a very shocking thing no matter which dynasty it happened in.

The eunuch on duty was an old man after all, and he had seen all kinds of storms. Even though Meng Xuanhe had angered the emperor, before the emperor even spoke, she was still the most favored princess of Nanmeng.

The foreman couldn't help but glare at the servants below. When the servants received his gaze, they all retracted their curious eyes.

Meng Xuan rubbed the bluish-white teacup in her hand again and again. If she continued to suffer like this, she suspected that she could rub the teacup off its color.

So she stood up and said to the eunuch on duty: "I want to go to the Imperial Garden and come back when my brother is free."

After saying that, she walked straight out. The servants waiting on the side looked at each other in bewilderment. They had always been waiting for the emperor, so what was the big deal that the princess was leaving now?

However, the eldest princess was always erratic and domineering, so this was not unusual for her. The servants looked at the foreman eunuch and shook their heads helplessly, and they all followed her.

Meng Xuanhe walked and fanned herself with her hands. She had to wear formal clothes whenever she came to the palace. The princess' formal clothes were not only complicated, but also had three layers inside and outside.

It is the beginning of summer now, so it is bound to be hot.

She walked towards the imperial garden of the palace, hoping to calm her mind amid the colorful flowers and green willows.

Meng Xuanhe stood in the middle of the ancient pavilion in the imperial garden, looking at a pool of spring water, fanning the wind with his hands.

"Is the emperor asleep?" An emotionless male voice came and reached the ears of Meng Xuanhe who was standing at the ancient pavilion.

"In reply to your question, the Emperor has already rested."

Meng Xuanhe leaned his hand on the pillar, ready to hide his body and eavesdrop on something.

Unexpectedly, the man who was far away just now walked quietly behind her.