The assassin's princess is actually my aunt

Shengwang Mansion

"Sixth brother, is that Miss Leng really as stunning as you said?"

The man in lavender clothes asked with a smile.

Qian Wu Yu put away his folding fan, tapped his left hand lightly, and took a close look at Qian Wushang who was sitting in the upper seat with a sullen face.

He said, "Fifth brother, can you ask Third brother? Everyone in Fengyao is spreading the news now.

The third brother was so angry that Princess Liuyun cried because of a woman from the martial arts world.

Then wasn't it out of curiosity that you followed me to Third Brother's residence?"

The man who spoke just now was the fifth prince Qian Wuye, who was the most beloved son of Emperor Qian Yao.

On his handsome face, his thin pink lips were slightly raised, with a hint of arrogance.

He came here today with the intention of watching a show. He wanted to follow Qian Wuyu to see the arrogant woman in Feng Yao's rumors.

But when he saw Qian Wushang, he was frightened by his terrifying murderous aura.

Qian Wuye suddenly lost his usual arrogant attitude and sat aside with a little timidity.

Seeing Qian Wushang showing an unhappy face, Qian Wuyu apologized with a smile: "Third brother, I am not here to laugh at you, I came here today just to take you out for a walk.

I heard that the Empress Dowager suggested to my father that a wife has been chosen for you, so you should go out for a walk.

Let all the noble ladies of Fengyao see the handsome and heroic figure of the Third Brother.

As it happens, today is the annual Flower Festival. The streets are particularly lively.

Especially in Yingsong Tower, there are various talent shows for both men and women.

The competition is about martial arts and poetry, and most of the young men and young ladies from various mansions will go to join in the fun today."

Qian Wu Yu became more and more excited as he spoke: "Come on, let's go too. Maybe Third Brother will like a girl from a certain family, and then he can ask the Emperor to grant you a marriage."

Qian Wu Yu said this, winked at Qian Wu Ye, and prepared to pull Qian Wu Shang.

But Qian Wushang was staring straight out the door, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

Qian Wu Yu and Qian Wu Ye turned to look at the door at the same time, only to see a cold woman standing there.

Her hair was not combed into a complicated bun like ordinary women's.

Instead, she tied her long wavy black hair into a high ponytail, without any pearl or gold hairpins to decorate her head.

She had no makeup on her face, and was wearing only a crescent-white casual dress with a light blue belt around her waist.

There are no accessories, it is simple and capable, cool and gorgeous.

Qian Wushang looked at the wide blue belt. He knew that of her nine flying knives, five were on her left wrist and the other four were on her waist.

There is probably no one else in Fengyao who can wear such ordinary clothes so stunningly and attract people's attention.

Seeing Qian Wuyu and Qian Wuye's sluggishness, Qian Wushang frowned and reprimanded them unhappily: "As a guard, is there any rule to make the master wait?"

Leng Xinmo was bewildered. What was this man doing? He treated her like a maid from the beginning.

After being "accidentally" scalded by her several times, he began to dislike her for being clumsy and stopped wanting her to serve him.

He also requested that the guards' duties require that they be accompanied by personal escort when leaving the palace.

You need to report to the mansion every day and ask your master what tasks he has.

Leng Xinmo was not a person who followed the rules. Every day, he would just stroll around the palace and come to the front hall to see him.

Qian Wushang almost always let him go without even looking at him.

She is also happy and comfortable, so why are we talking about rules with her today?

Looking at the people standing in the room, Leng Xinmo shrugged, turned around and left.

Qian Wu Yu almost dropped his jaw in shock. This woman is still so arrogant!

He glanced at his angry third brother, "Guards? Are there any guards who dare to treat their master like this?"

I couldn't help but chuckle, fearing that Third Brother would really get angry and attack Leng Xinmo: "Ms. Leng... Miss Leng, wait a minute."

Leng Xinmo paused, slowly turned his head, and glanced at Qian Wuyu and the others with his clear eyes.

Qian Wuyu didn't care, he happily ran to Leng Xinmo and said:

"Miss Leng, today is our Fengyao's annual Flower Festival, and various competitions are being held in Yingsong Tower.

Do you want to come with us? It's very interesting, isn't it? "

After saying that, he winked at Qian Wushang.

"Flower Festival?" In his previous life, Leng Xinmo was taken to a camp for various trainings since he was five years old.

Until the age of eleven, when he went on his first mission, he lived on the brink of death every day.

How can a person who doesn't even have a name, only a code name, live an interesting life for a day?

In this life, she only wants that no one will control her anymore and she can live only for herself.

There was a glimmer of expectation in Leng Xinmo's eyes.

Qian Wushang's rebuttal turned around and said, "Remember your identity, you are my king's personal guard.

Following this king is not just to go out and see the scenery."

"Third brother, do you agree?" Qian Wuye, who was standing aside, looked at the situation in front of him. He was shocked by the attitude of his third brother and sixth brother towards this guard.

When I heard what my third brother said, I was unable to react immediately. It had been quite some time since my third brother came back.

It's not that no one has invited my third brother before, but he always turned them down. Just two days ago, the prince wanted to host a banquet for my third brother at Yingsong Tower, but he turned it down.

He didn't think that the Flower Festival would have much appeal to his third brother.

I don't think that the third brother is doing this for the sake of the sixth brother and myself. Could it be...

Qian Wuye glanced at the woman at the door. Her simple outfit filled the room with charm.

Qian Wu Yu retracted his gaze, hiding the hint of doubt.

Qian Wuye couldn't see clearly, but Qian Wuyu could see clearly. As someone who had been around women for many years, he could naturally see that her third brother had special feelings for Leng Xinmo.

It was precisely because of this that his little bit of excitement was suppressed in its infancy.

Seeing Leng Xinmo still distracted, Qian Wushang felt that his words were being ignored and was about to explode.

Qian Wuyu immediately pulled Qian Wuye over and said, "Let's go, let's go, Third Brother.

I asked Tianchen to reserve the best private room for us, let's go quickly."

When the group arrived at Yingsong Tower, the building was already full of people, leaving only two large open spaces in the middle for the competition.

The shopkeeper of Yingsong Tower came up to Qian Wuyu as soon as he saw her: "I greet Prince Yu, Prince Rui, and I greet..."

The tall and cold man next to him was almost freezing you.

The imposing shopkeeper almost sat down on the ground: "This... this..."

The shopkeeper looked at Qian Wuyu for help. Qian Wuyu raised his eyebrows and smiled: "This is my third brother."

The shopkeeper was so frightened that he shook himself. "I am honored to meet Prince Sheng. I was blind and did not recognize you. Please forgive me, Prince Sheng."

In fact, we can’t blame the owner of Yingsong Tower. Qian Wushang has only come back occasionally in the past ten years.

Even when he returned to Fengyao, he seldom left the house. In the whole Fengyao, not many people knew him.

Qian Wushang's face was extremely dark now. God knows how many men had stared at that woman overtly or covertly along the way.

If I had known this would happen, I should have stayed in the carriage and said I would just walk around and see the scenery of Fengyao, which is not far away anyway.

Qian Wushang felt that Qian Wuyu's idea was extremely stupid.

I originally thought that dressing up as a servant would conceal this man's elegance.

However, she didn't expect that, precisely because she was dressed as a servant, the men looked at her even more unscrupulously.

I really want to capture her and hold her by my side, but seeing how seriously she is observing her surroundings, the street scenes, the flow of people, and even the small stalls.

I also felt a little sad and distressed in my heart, and I thought it would be good if I could make her happy like this.

The relaxed and comfortable expression on her face made him feel good about it.

She could only control her urge to dig out the men's eyes and walked all the way to Yingsong Tower in a dilemma.