Dressed as the favorite concubine of a downhearted prince

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Han Sui left, Ye Yuming's wrist was in pain, and his attitude towards a stranger like Ye Xiang was not much better. If it weren't for such a father, he wouldn't have fallen to this level now.

It's understandable that you want to send your son to cling to the powerful, at least you can live a good life. The key is that this guy is good. Send your son to the enemy's camp and ask your own son to be an undercover spy.

If Prince Jing falls in the future, Ye Yuming will die along with him. Once Prince Jing becomes prosperous, Ye Yuming, a spy, will have no good end. He will die as well.

Entering Prince Jing's Mansion is a dead end, it's a dead end anyway!

Ha ha, I am really willing to pay for it.

He is also very confident, feeling that his son will not betray him.

Wait, betrayal?Why did he think that Ye Yuming would never betray him and switch to King Jing's banner?

As for this kind of dead end, Ye Yuming could see it clearly when he came here, but he couldn't see it until he was in the original body.

There are not many introductions about Ye Yuming in the book, but the ending is not good. After the crown prince Han Xi ascended the throne, King Jing's power has risen to the sky, but there is no introduction about the male concubine beside him. Ye Yuming feels that this chess piece is probably still died.

That being the case, why didn't the original body make another plan and find a way out for himself?Even if he can't do anything, can't change the situation, if it's a big deal, he can just walk away, why did Ye Yuming do nothing and become Ye Xiang's pawn willingly?

It is definitely impossible to rely on the fragile father-son relationship alone, and Ye Xiang has a way to threaten Ye Yuming's obedience!

"This trip to Shuzhou, you have to be careful yourself." Without King Jing, the old fox is too lazy to act with him again, but his words are still polite, but there is no expression on his face: "Take good care of Prince Jing, don't worry at home, My little sister is being taken care of by her father and brothers, and her health is slowly getting better. Knowing that you are about to travel far away, I specially embroidered a sachet for you. You take it with you. When you miss her, take it out and have a look. It’s not in vain for you My sister has a heart for you."

"My sister..."

Ye Yuming took a breath, and he remembered that Ye Yuming had a sickly younger sister. There was a detail in the book that Ye Yuming was already in Shuzhou at that time, and his younger sister fell ill in Wangjing.

So Ye Xiang used his sister to threaten Ye Yuming, which also explained why Ye Yuming knew it was a dead end but went all the way to the dark.

Holding the sachet in his hand, Ye Yuming carefully searched for some details about the little girl in his mind, but there were very few of them. He only knew that Ye Yuming cared about that girl very much, and put his own life and death aside just for the safety of that girl.

There was a throbbing pain in his heart, as if a hand was holding his heart, the pain made Ye Yuming turn pale.

That should be an instinctive reaction of the body. When the little sister is mentioned, the heart will hurt. The little sister is the fetter that Ye Yuming can't let go of.

Although he had never seen that little girl before, at this moment, Ye Yuming really felt that strong emotion, which made him unable to breathe for a while.

"Okay, the things have been given to you, so I won't disturb your rest as a father."

He glanced at Ye Yuming with cold eyes, as if he was very satisfied with his expression at the moment, Ye Xiang walked over and patted Ye Yuming's shoulder, and said earnestly: "Yu Ming, I really miss you as a father, I have to write letters to my family from time to time, you know ?”

"clear."

A smile appeared on Ye Yuming's pale face, and then quickly disappeared. After Ye Xiang left the living room, his back collapsed, his whole body seemed to be drained of vitality, and his back was covered with cold sweat.

Ye Xiang came here for no other reason than to beat and beat Ye Yuming to make him more obedient. He tightly clenched the sachet in his hand, feeling palpitations.

He was wrong.

He thought that he could get rid of his identity as a chess piece. He came and went without any worries. As long as he didn't want to do it, Ye Xiang would have nothing to do with him. Unexpectedly, something went wrong.

The existence of this little sister bound Ye Yuming's hands and feet, and at the same time made him clearly understand one thing.

At this moment, he is here, he is the Ye Yuming in the book, all Ye Yuming

He will accept all the coercion he will receive, and he will accept all Ye Yuming's involuntary actions. The dull suffocation makes him unable to breathe.

"I want to see her." Ye Yuming looked down at the sachet in his hand, and muttered to himself, "What if, what if this is the old fox's trap? A younger sister suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and I have to sacrifice for it." It makes sense, I, have to meet her, maybe I don't care about her, it's just an illusion."

"See who?"

With a cold voice, Ye Yuming raised his head and saw Han Sui reappeared in the living room at some point. He stood at the intersection of light and shadow, half of the expression on his face was hidden in the shadow, and he didn't know how long he stood there.

Or maybe he never left.

"Didn't the prince hear everything and ask me what to do?"

Ye Yuming sat without moving, looked up at Han Sui, without any fear on his face: "Does the lord want to know what Ye Xiang told me?"

"I don't want to." Han Sui walked out from the intersection of light and shadow: "This is my mansion. Although it's a bit out of order at the moment, but I want to know what happened in my mansion, so I don't need to work on Mr. Ye."

"Not called Yuming anymore?" Ye Yuming sarcastically returned.

Ye Yuming's teeth were shattered by the grumpiness just now, but now he wants to come and talk to him with a cold and impatient face, which is really embarrassing for His Royal Highness Prince Jing.

Prince Jing choked on him, and the look in his eyes became a little strange.

But it was only for a moment, and soon returned to normal.

"This king wants to remind you that if you want to meet someone as soon as possible, you will set off tomorrow. If you are late, I am afraid that you will never have a chance to see you again in your life." Han Sui smiled intentionally: "After all, it is this king's favorite concubine, how can this king do it?" Have the heart?"

"I see you are very patient." Ye Yuming paused for a while, then raised his wrist: "Fix it for me, it hurts like hell."

The tone and expression were quite aggrieved.

"It will be fine in two days."

His attitude was quite indifferent, as if Ye Yuming stretched out his wrist instead of a pig's trotters, and what His Royal Highness King Jing hates most is pig's trotters.

"Two days?!" Ye Yuming took a deep breath, held back his temper, and fawned and fawned: "My lord, please move your noble fingers, don't let me suffer for those two days, Is it done?"

"Why is this king?"

His Highness Prince Jing's attitude was very cold.

"Because I am your favorite concubine." Ye Yuming provoked fearlessly: "If the prince really doesn't care, what are you talking about with me now? You just want to find out about me."

"Then I'll tell you the truth, Ye Xiang did ask me to monitor you, and then tell him your movements." Ye Yuming said in a few words: "He threatened me, so I can only obey orders, but there is one thing. Please rest assured, my lord, I am not stupid, I know that my future lies with my lord, and I will not end well if I betrayed my lord."

"Really?" Han Sui turned the teacup in his hand, as if he was studying the pattern on the teacup, and he was about to study a flower: "So, you are going to betray Ye Xiang and join me?"

"You are Ye Xiang's own son, you don't think you can draw a clear line with Ye Xiang with just two words?"

Ye Yuming: "My lord, just watch. Anyway, I don't have any credibility with my lord. In the future, my lord will always have an answer as long as I watch patiently."

"Heh." Han Sui snorted lightly, not knowing what he meant, he put down his teacup and was about to leave, as if he had waited so long just to have a few words with Ye Yuming.

"My lord, stop." Ye Yuming couldn't tell what his reaction was, but he still called out to Han Sui: "Your lord heard it just now, I want to see someone, I can't let Ye Xiang know, I hope my lord can arrange it."

"If it's possible." Ye Yuming immediately added: "If the lord can take her out of Ye Xiang's control, the lord won't need to worry about me in the future."

Han Sui stopped before leaving the living room, his eyes swept over Ye Yuming, and looked at him, Ye Yuming was puzzled.

"You, just say what you want to say, what do you mean by looking at me like that? Do me a favor, it won't do any harm to the prince, right?"

"It's not good either."

Han Sui replied, and then said: "This king thinks you are very strange, and you are so straightforward to talk to this king and make a request, have you forgotten who you are?"

"Or, are you really so confident, so confident that you feel that everything is under your control? Do you feel that even this king has to be at your mercy?"

Ye Yuming shrank his neck, and his eyes were a little empty: "The prince doesn't need to be sarcastic about me like this. I don't need to ask the prince. I have no one to trust except the prince. The prince will help me. After helping me, I promise that I will be safe and sound in the future and will not cause any trouble for the prince, and I can do whatever the prince asks me to do, is that okay?"

It was that subconsciously coquettish tone again, with expectant eyes, Han Sui looked away and stopped looking at him.

This person is really weird.

He is obviously a spy, and he has a sense of his own identity, but what he does and what he says are very strange. If he is trying to please, but his eyes are not flattering, even when he looks at them very calmly, As clear as a child who doesn't know the world.

"My lord?" Ye Yuming felt that Prince Jing seemed to be in a daze, so he could only remind him, "My lord, can you please?"

"Hey, hey, why did you leave? Can you tell me something?" Looking at the back of King Jing who turned and left, Ye Yuming was very frustrated, and yelled at Han Sui's back with a bit of anger: "You are dumb! Don’t even say a word, and if you refuse, Lao Lai will say no, did you ask for money for a word? A word of money is not as expensive as you!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a person floated down from the roof, holding a long sword in his hand.

Seeing Zhao An gave him a meaningful look, Ye Yuming felt his wrist hurt again, and hurried to explain: "I didn't speak ill of your master, I really didn't!"

Are the master and servant both so elusive?Ye Yuming raised his head and looked at the roof. It seemed that Zhao An had been eavesdropping on them just now. No wonder Han Sui’s expression was so flat. Why didn’t he need to convey the affairs of his house? Isn’t it just eavesdropping and talking so much? Advanced, it seems amazing to have a thug who knows martial arts!

He flicked his sore wrist, which was really amazing. Ye Yuming didn't know how long his wrist would be in pain, but he felt that Prince Jing was really a dog!