The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

After a moment, Xie Lin came to his senses and saw that they had blocked the pedestrians, so he pulled the princess aside.

Meng Xuanhe's face flushed and he lowered his head awkwardly.

"Let's go to the restaurant in front." Meng Xuanhe spoke, trying to change the subject.

Xie Lin smiled and nodded, letting her hold his hand and walk towards the restaurant.

The restaurant they went to was Zuixianju. When they went to Yangzhou, Zuixianju left the waiters and cooks they had hired before to look after it.

They haven't come back yet, and I don't know how Zuixianju's business is doing.

"My dear guests, are you in the hall or the cubicle?"

The waiter from Zuixianju came up to greet them with a smile. Meng Xuanhe chose a private room because he didn't want to be too conspicuous.

After all, if they were dressed like that and sat in this hall, they would still attract a lot of attention.

Meng Xuanhe went upstairs with familiarity and found a private room facing north.

Not only is this place close to the streets of Bianjing City, but you can also take in the view of the Zuixianju Hall below through the windows.

Seeing the restaurant bustling with people and in good order, Meng Xuanhe felt relieved. It seemed that her shop was being looked after and run by someone, so she didn't have to worry about it.

Meng Xuanhe handed the menu to Xie Lin. Since he couldn't eat spicy food, he ordered a shabu-shabu hotpot and some light dishes.

"I think this restaurant is the largest restaurant in the capital."

Xie Lin's eyes drifted toward the window, and he uttered these words without any reason.

"How could that be? Zuixianju has only been open for a month. How can it be considered the largest restaurant in the capital?"

Meng Xuanhe replied with a chuckle.

"If it weren't the largest restaurant, why would even people from Beiliang come here to patronize it?" Xie Lin's face was calm, and no emotion could be seen.

His words startled Meng Xuanhe. She turned her head sharply and looked in the direction of Xie Lin's eyes.

Down the hall, a pair of deep and dark eyes were watching them.

The man was dressed in black without any decoration. He looked ordinary and low-key, like a wandering man. However, Meng Xuanhe recognized him at the first sight.

She had every reason to believe that Yan Qing had been following her secretly. He had always been suspicious of her when he came to Bian Jing, and she even met him in Suzhou.

Meng Xuan and Xiang Xiang felt frightened.

During the dark time before Xie Lin ascended the throne, everyone knew that he was cruel, ruthless and cold-hearted.

As Yan Qing was his confidant, he naturally did things no less than him. Being targeted by someone like Yan Qing was like a poisonous snake lurking beside him.

They looked at each other from a distance, and after just a glance, Yan Qing lowered his head and hurried away.

Meng Xuanhe's little face under the veil could not hide her worry. Xie Lin took her hand and held her tightly in his arms.

"Don't be afraid. No matter who it is, no one can hurt the princess."

Xie Lin's tone was gentle, but it was firm and could not be ignored. Meng Xuanhe leaned in his arms, but felt strange for no reason.

"Xiao Qi, how do you know he is from Beiliang?" Meng Xuanhe asked in a deep voice. Could it be that Xie Lin woke up early?

But if he had been cured, how could his attitude towards me be like this?

"I feel like he looks familiar. It's just my intuition." Xie Lin's eyes were still filled with tenderness, and he reached out and touched Meng Xuanhe's head.

Yan Qing and he have a special relationship. Even if he was poisoned, there should still be a subconscious effect, so Meng Xuanhe chose to believe what he said.

Meng Xuanhe was worried and didn't pay attention to her food. Xie Lin saw that she was overthinking and comforted her while picking food for her.

The meal ended with her heavy heart. After paying the bill, she didn't plan to stay outside and went straight home with Xie Lin.

The path back home is usually deserted, but as the day progresses and the night falls, a hint of coolness suddenly arises.

Meng Xuanhe hugged his arms and felt the cool breeze.

The man in black was as fast as lightning. He leaped like flying, tiptoed down from the tree, and landed lightly in front of them.

If the person coming has a familiar face but Yan Qing, who else could it be?

Meng Xuanhe's pupils shrank slightly. No wonder she felt that someone had been following them, and now they were confronted. Yan Qing had never given up suspecting her, not to mention that rumors were rampant in Bianjing City.

Yan Qing said nothing, but waved his right arm, pointing the sword in his hand directly at Meng Xuanhe.

The attack was swift and fierce, and the sword was sharp.

Meng Xuanhe was frightened, but her superior reaction ability allowed her to move sideways and barely avoid the sword.

However, the cool breeze brought by the sword flipped over Xie Lin's hat, and his face was reflected in the bright moonlight. It was flawless, like a rough jade.

"Your Highness, it's really you." Yan Qing was overjoyed when he saw Xie Lin's face clearly.

After thinking about it, he turned to Meng Xuan and Heng Mei coldly, "It was you, a witch, who did it. You dared to imprison the prince of my Beiliang country."

Meng Xuanhe snorted coldly and did not comment.

This disdainful attitude made Yan Qing even more angry. He raised and lowered his sword, and stabbed towards Meng Xuanhe again with a flash of light.

Yan Qing's words and actions filled Xie Lin's eyes with gloom as he stood beside him.

He flipped his wrist and swung his hand towards the hilt of Yan Qing's sword in the shape of a horizontal sword.

The speed was so fast that Yan Qing had no time to react. He only felt a pain on the back of his hand and the sword in his hand immediately fell to the ground.

Xie Lin snatched the sword the moment he let go, pointed the cold sword at Yan Qing, and blocked the sword with his backhand, pressing the blade against his neck.

"Your Highness, I am Yan Qing."

In just a moment, Yan Qing was subdued by Xie Lin.

Meng Xuanhe was almost shouting out in excitement. The situation was turned around in just a few seconds. Xie Lin was worthy of being the male lead and his martial arts was the best in the world.

"No matter who you are, I will not let anyone who wants to hurt her go."

Xie Lin said coldly, with the coldness and ruthlessness that Yan Qing was familiar with in his eyes. But before, His Highness had always looked at his enemies, but now he was looking at himself.

"Witch, what kind of magic potion did you feed His Highness?" Yan Qing was furious and cursed.

Meng Xuanhe shook his head and whistled, then turned his gaze to the other side, deliberately avoiding looking at Yan Qing's miserable condition.

Yan Qing was so angry at Meng Xuanhe's attitude that he jumped up and down. Just as he was about to rush up to kill Meng Xuanhe, Xie Lin's sword blade instantly forced into Yan Qing's neck, and blood flowed down his neck.

"Xiao Qi, don't."

Playing is playing, but don’t joke about it.

Meng Xuanhe hurriedly spoke out to stop him, Yan Qing was Xie Lin's most trusted confidant.

If Yan Qing was really killed by Xie Lin in this way, she would be guilty of an even greater crime and it is unknown what changes will happen in the future.

When Xie Lin heard the urgent and hurried tone in Meng Xuanhe's voice, he paused and Yan Qing took the opportunity to take the sword back.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness."

Yan Qing took advantage of the moment when Xie Lin was stunned and chopped down with his right hand, hitting the back of Xie Lin's neck, trying to knock him unconscious.

I don’t know what this damn witch did to His Highness that made him forget about her and even protect her when she attacked him.

Yan Qing was so angry that he gnashed his teeth. The only thing he could do now was to knock His Highness unconscious.

After he has dealt with this evil woman, he will take His Highness back to Beiliang.

In a flash, Yan Qing came up with an extremely perfect plan in his mind.

Just relying on Xie Lin's martial arts skills, how could he not see Yan Qing's actions?

The moment Yan Qing's hand fell, Xie Lin bent down and easily deflected Yan Qing's attack.

Suddenly, his head suddenly hurt. Yan Qing saw a puff of green smoke and a mysterious green spiritual pattern was directly imprinted in his mind.

At that moment, it seemed to pierce through his body and reach his soul. Xie Lin fell straight down, and Yan Qing also staggered, and his consciousness began to blur.

"You, what did you do?" Yan Qing looked at Meng Xuanhe who was standing in the dark and asked loudly.

Meng Xuanhe stood in a green mist. Her features were clear and her watery eyes were smiling, but the smile did not reach her eyes.

The moonlight is hazy and increasingly blurred; she is slightly cool and untainted by dust.

For the first time, Yan Qing felt that Princess Nanmeng, who was surrounded by many rumors, was not as simple as she seemed.

"There is only one person in this world who can save the Third Prince, and that is Li Chuan."

Meng Xuanhe's light voice came, but it did not float away in the wind. Instead, it was melodious and long, allowing Yan Qing to hear it clearly.

Yan Qing had a thousand questions in his mind, but he didn't have time to think too much at this moment. His consciousness quickly became blurred and he fainted on the ground.

"There's no harm in using wind sleep, just have a good sleep."

Meng Xuanhe stood in the fog, whispering softly.