The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

Yan Qing didn't know what Xie Lin was thinking. He trusted Xie Lin unconditionally and thought Xie Lin had some big plans in Nanmeng.

Yan Qing nodded upon hearing this and said, "If Your Highness has handled it, Yan Qing will go back to Beiliang with Your Highness. Rumors are spreading in Bianjing City right now, and what happened to Your Highness in the Princess's Mansion has been leaked."

Xie Lin's eyes suddenly darkened for a moment. If this matter were to get back to Beiliang, it would only be beneficial to him.

Princess Nanmeng imprisoned him, which could also provide a suitable excuse for his disappearance during this period, and also provide a more perfect pretext for Beiliang to declare war on Nanmeng in the future.

Xie Lin's ambition is not just to become the Emperor of Beiliang, but to unify the two countries.

Yan Qing finished speaking, moved, and was about to leave when Xie Lin's voice slowly came from behind him.

"Suppress the rumors in Bianjing City. I don't want to hear such rumors again."

I couldn't explain why I gave such instructions. Maybe it was to stay in the princess's mansion longer and to find that gentle and kind girl.

Yan Qing hesitated for a moment, but then nodded, understanding Xie Lin's instructions.

The young man in black cloth disappeared from the roof of the princess's mansion in an instant, leaving only Xie Lin in white.

Just as he had been along the way, no matter how noisy and chaotic the world was, he was so lonely that he did not seem like a worldly person.

The next day, Meng Xuanhe was surprised to find that the rumors about the city of Bianjing had disappeared overnight.

She originally thought that the rumors would be dispelled by themselves after entering the palace, but good news never travels far, but bad news travels far and wide.

This incident involved the royal families of the two countries, and public opinion was in an uproar. Word of mouth spread, and the situation became more and more serious, and it could not be suppressed at all.

But all this news disappeared overnight for no apparent reason, and was replaced by the clarification of the rumors.

"Are you talking about the matter between the eldest princess and the prince of Beiliang? It has been clarified long ago. It was not the third prince at all. Otherwise, would the current emperor allow her to take the prince of the enemy country out of the palace safely? At best, he is just the most favored concubine in the princess's mansion."

"He's just a concubine, why would such a shocking rumor spread?"

Some people are still talking about this on the streets, but the direction of public opinion has quietly changed.

"Well, isn't it known that the princess is lustful and loves women? I heard that the man who lives in the West Pavilion has an amazing appearance, which is why the princess protects him and has never shown him to the world. But the Third Prince of Beiliang, this is too absurd."

Everyone who heard it thought it made sense, and they didn't quite believe that Meng Xuanhe really had the guts to imprison the prince of Beiliang.

This matter became a topic of conversation after tea in the city of Bianjing. As time passed, it slowly faded from people's sight. Like every rumor in the past, it eventually became forgotten.

Meng Xuanhe was paying close attention to this matter. As soon as the wind direction in Bianjing City changed, she immediately received the news.

Because Ying Wugui had promised her before, she naturally thought that this was Ying Wugui's work and did not think much about it.

Yan Cheng'an sent her a message saying that Yan Liujing and the others would be returning to the capital today.

After the rumor issue was resolved, Meng Xuanhe stretched and felt relaxed.

In the afternoon, the sun shines through the carved windows, the flowers bloom, and the lotus leaves begin to show their pointed tips. It is the beginning of summer and the end of spring, and the rich fragrance flows between the trees. Birds sing, flowers bloom, and the sparse forest is picturesque.

The air outside was already hot, and Meng Xuanhe changed into a light blue dress made of gauze. The gauze ribbons fluttered in the wind, making her waist look slender.

She didn't like wearing those complicated hairpins. A white jade hairpin with a tassel butterfly inlaid among her black hair was enough.

The silver butterfly tassels on the hair spread their wings and are about to fly, giving people a sense of vibrant beauty.

In order not to attract attention, Yan Liujing and his carriage stopped at the suburbs. Yan Chengan said he would ride a horse to pick up Meng Xuanhe, but he was late.

Meng Xuanhe felt very bored standing outside the mansion and felt that he should not place his hopes on Yan Chengan.

Suddenly a gust of hot wind blew on his face, and Meng Xuanhe leaned over to look.

The young man was riding a horse, galloping towards her, his fiery red brocade robe embroidered with clouds fluttering behind him, and the whip in his hand looked lazy and casual.

With sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, he looked unrestrained and carefree. His long black hair was raised high and hung behind his head. Yan Chengan stood under the scorching sun, looking like a young man dressed in fine clothes and riding a horse.

"What are you standing there for, little girl?" Yan Cheng'an looked down at her from his horse.

He never thought that from this angle, Meng Xuan and she looked so small, petite and cute.

Meng Xuanhe put her hands on her hips when she heard him say this, and retorted unconvincedly: "Hey, this horse is so high, how can I get on it? Don't you have any idea of ​​taking care of girls?"

Yan Chengan found her angry look very amusing, so he dismounted and helped her up.

Naturally, physical contact was inevitable during the process. She coughed in an attempt to cover up her mistake, and a charming atmosphere surrounded them.

Yan Chengan then said, "I just saw that you couldn't come up, don't think too much."

After saying that, Yan Cheng'an turned his head to the other side, but Meng Xuanhe found his expression very funny.

His earlobes were clearly stained red, but he pretended not to care.

"Okay, let me sit in the back." Meng Xuanhe waved his hand, broke away from him, and slowly moved to the back seat.

"Then you have to hold on to me if you sit in the back. If you fall, I won't be able to save you."

Yan Cheng'an turned his head away, avoiding Meng Xuanhe's gaze.

Meng Xuanhe rolled his eyes at him from behind. Yan Chengan whipped the horse whip and the horse suddenly galloped away, speeding through the streets of Bianjing City.

This was Meng Xuanhe's first time riding a horse, and the vibration under her feet made her feel a little nervous.

He clenched the corner of Yan Cheng'an's clothes tightly with his fingers, fearing that he would be thrown off. It turned out to be a wrong decision for him to agree to go riding with Yan Cheng'an.

When she came back, she would rather walk slowly by herself.

Yan Chengan felt her strength, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and his speed increased. After running a distance, Meng Xuanhe's face turned pale, and it was clear that he wanted to kill Yan Chengan.

"From now on, if I ride a horse with you again, I will be a puppy."

As soon as the horse stopped, Meng Xuan jumped off the horse as if escaping and said unhappily.

Yan Chengan remained silent, but the smile on his face grew more intense.

"Are you here?" Yan Liujing and the others just arrived and waved.

"We were delayed on the road. We should have arrived yesterday," said Jiarun.

"No rush. There's nothing to do in the capital anyway." Meng Xuanhe shrugged.

"Princess, we have been through a long journey. Even if we have no credit, we have at least worked hard." Jia Lang blinked his eyes and looked at Meng Xuanhe pitifully.

God knows how much he can't get used to Yangzhou cuisine. The light and sweet food makes his daily meals bland. The big fish and meat in Bianjing are more to his taste.

When Meng Xuanhe heard this, he understood what Jialang wanted to say and chuckled.

"I'll treat you to something delicious." Meng Xuanhe patted Jialang's shoulder.

Yesterday she had instructed the small kitchen in the mansion to prepare a grilled fish meal as a welcome treat for them, and also to provide some fine wine, ensuring that they would eat and drink well.

Yan Liujing quietly pulled Meng Xuanhe aside and whispered in her ear: "After you left, Li Chuan also left Yangzhou. It seems that she really came for you."

Meng Xuanhe felt warm in his heart, Yan Liujing was really thinking about him.

"Don't worry, she can't enter Bianjing City now." Meng Xuanhe comforted her with a smile.

But this was a white lie. He would arrive in Bian Jing in a few days after leaving Sichuan.

She had been prepared for this inevitable plot ever since she said that to Yan Qing.

Even if she felt a little inexplicably lost, she had to face it calmly.