Mei'er pursed her lips and muttered: "Yes."

After that, he took the clothes he was going to wear and said, "Miss, please change your clothes and let's go out for a walk."

"I won't go. My feet hurt and I just want to stay indoors."

Mei'er said obediently and helped her straighten her skirt. Suddenly something occurred to her and she lowered her voice and said, "Miss, there was a sudden news in the capital today."

"What news?"

"It's about King Wu." Meier lowered her voice, "It is said that the emperor intends for Yu Manrou to marry King Wu and become his concubine."

Sheng Zhiyao raised an eyebrow: "Where did it come from? Is it credible?"

"It's said to have come from the palace. Besides, how can such an unreachable rumor be spread?" Meier shook her head, "I think it's probably true."

"In the palace?" Sheng Zhiyao sneered, "Needless to say, the emperor must have spread it himself, or Feng Yuanchen used some trick."

"Ah?" Mei'er was stunned, "It's not that the emperor doesn't like His Highness King Wu, why does he want to help King Wu marry his wife?"

Sheng Zhiyao sneered: "Because the emperor doesn't like that King Wu started to disobey him before he became the crown prince. He doesn't even go through the royal family to marry a wife. Naturally, he is not popular."

Mei'er suddenly realized that this was the case, but she felt a little strange: "But there is a ten-year age difference between King Wu and Miss Yu."

"So what? Aren't Jiang Shaolan and him now about ten years apart?" Sheng Zhiyao didn't care, "And King Wu is only thirty, so he's not that old."

Mei'er nodded: "That's right, this young lady from the Yu family is sixteen years old, fourteen years younger than the King of Martial Arts."

Sheng Zhiyao pursed her lips slightly: "These are not important. What is important is, why have you become so gossipy recently?"

"Miss, you misunderstood, I didn't." Mei'er quickly shook her head to deny, and then couldn't help but said, "But to be honest, King Wu's appearance is not bad, but his temper is a bit grumpy, but it is more than enough to match Manrou.

"

Sheng Zhiyao looked at her with a half-smile: "So you are saying that King Wu is good-looking and has a good personality, so he is a good choice, right?"

"I..." Meier gritted her teeth, "That's not what I meant. I just think it's good for Miss Yu to marry Prince Wu, so that she won't have to pester His Highness Prince Chen."

"What if Miss Yu doesn't like King Wu at all?" Sheng Zhiyao said nonchalantly, "After all, there is a generation gap between the two of them, so we don't know what the outcome will be."

"No matter what the outcome is, she doesn't have time to seduce King Chen now, so you can rest assured, young lady."

"What am I worried about?" Sheng Zhiyao stood up slowly, "I'm not worried about him anyway."

"Miss, just pretend." Meier glanced at her with disdain, "Look at your face when you came back yesterday, and now you say you don't want to go out."

Sheng Zhiyao glanced at her sideways: "My feet are inconvenient, so I don't want to go out."

"Tch, excuse." Meier rolled her eyes at her, "You don't want to go out just because you're afraid of meeting King Chen. You're still talking about him in your dreams this morning!"

Sheng Zhiyao stretched out her hand and pinched Mei'er's cheek: "Children, do you know what talking is?"

Mei'er was in pain and took off her hand: "Miss, I am older than you. Besides, if you talk in your sleep in the morning, you will call him His Highness Prince Chen."

Sheng Zhiyao blushed: "Nonsense! How could I possibly!"

"Miss, just admit it. I promise not to tell His Highness Prince Chen." Meier patted her chest and said, "His Royal Highness Chen has been waiting for you to wake up in the courtyard. Even if you don't think about Prince Chen, you must think about yourself."

Sheng Zhiyao stared at her expressionlessly.

Meier laughed twice: "Okay, okay, if you don't want to go, miss, I won't go. I'll get you something to eat."

As soon as Meier turned around and opened the door, she saw King Chen walking in.

He was still wearing a black robe embroidered with gold python, which made him look more noble and distant.

"Your Highness Prince Chen." Meier bowed and left the room.

Feng Yuanchen glanced at Sheng Zhiyao and walked straight to the soft couch to sit down.

He stood down and his eyes fell on the medicinal wine on the table: "Does your foot still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Sheng Zhiyao shook his head.

Feng Yuanchen reached out and held her ankle and rubbed it gently: "Did you go to rescue Jiang Shaolan last night?"

Sheng Zhiyao looked up at him, surprise flashing in her eyes: "How did you know?"

Feng Yuanchen took back his hand and handed the tea to her: "When you were going out, Bu Xing happened to see Butler Li driving the car himself. He thought something big had happened, but he followed you to Prince Wu's Mansion."

After he finished speaking, he saw Sheng Zhiyao's eyes light up and immediately added: "I'm not following you, I'm just afraid that you will be in danger."

After hearing this, Sheng Zhiyao felt extremely comfortable. She raised her eyebrows and said, "Well, thank you."

"You're welcome." Feng Yuanchen was silent for a moment and then spoke slowly, "Although I don't know why you wanted to save Jiang Shaolan, I hope you can tell me what happened as soon as possible in the future. I'm very worried about you."

Sheng Zhiyao was stunned for a moment, lowered her eyes to hide the look in her eyes, smiled lightly and said: "I know, I will try my best in the future."

Feng Yuanchen glanced at her, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, and then calmed down: "It's not about trying your best, it's about making sure."

Sheng Zhiyao looked at him for a long time, then suddenly smiled: "Okay."

Feng Yuanchen was stunned for a moment, then looked at her with a bright smile, stretched out his right hand to hold her left hand: "Actually, you still care, right?"

"What do you care about?" Sheng Zhiyao broke away from his hand and turned away awkwardly, "Don't think too much about it."

Feng Yuanchen laughed. Looking at Sheng Zhiyao's shy look, he stretched out his hand to hold her hand: "I didn't think much about it. I'm very happy. I thought you really didn't care about Yu Manrou at all."

Sheng Zhiyao frowned and wanted to take his hand out: "Feng Yuanchen, if you say you don't care, it must be a lie. After all, I like you, but if you say you let me care, it seems to be unfair.

, why should I care?"

"Zhiyao..."

"Listen to me, I just don't like the feeling of others snooping into my things, and the feeling of declaring my identity to others." Sheng Zhiyao took a deep breath, "I just need an adaptation period, and Yu Man

Rouye is indeed quite annoying, and I’m also thinking about whether I will often have to fight off these annoying moths in the future.”

Feng Yuanchen felt a little depressed when he heard the first half, but he breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the last part: "Zhiyao, you finally figured it out. Don't worry, just leave these matters to me in the future."
Chapter completed!