Wen Ruhan was stunned for a moment, then smiled faintly, "No hurry, I will come back later."

Yan Huaishu looked at him without any trace and lowered his eyes lightly, "Mr. Wen is very diligent in Fengqi Palace, so why don't your father know that you want to take the daughter of destiny in his eyes to leave?"

"If he knew about this, Master Wen would be afraid that his life would be lost."

Wen Ruhan curled his lips when he heard this, and his eyes seemed to have a deep meaning, "I believe that Your Highness will not betray me for Miss Jiang."

"Master Wen should not place hope on this palace." Yan Huaishu walked down the steps and said indifferently, "The palace is under the eyes of the father, and this palace cannot guarantee it."

He walked to Wen Ruhan, looking at the very elegant man in front of him with deep eyes. "The little queen said that Master Wen has the eyes to travel back in time. Does the Master need the help of this palace?"

"No need for this. I just found something and needed verification." Wen Ruhan said in a very gentle tone, "Your Highness, please tell Miss Jiang, don't worry."

As he said that, he smiled slightly, "Since Miss Jiang has been resting with a hard time, I won't disturb you."

He raised his hand symbolically, "Your Highness, I will say goodbye first."

"Master Wen walked slowly." After Yan Huaishu said that, Shijiang, who had been standing quietly behind Wen Ruhan, nodded silently at Yan Huaishu and pushed Wen Ruhan away from Fengqi Palace.

The prince, wearing an ink robe, stared at the figures of the master and servants leaving, and fell into deep thought.

He heard Jiang Jiang's retelling. After a long time, Yan Huaishu could sense something was wrong inside.

While Master Wen advised him to let go with some self-knowledge, he persuaded Jiang Jiang to leave with him and return to their original world.

But he never told the little queen about the way or conditions to go back. For Jiang Jiang, this is an acquaintance from the same ancient times. She is very familiar with everything about her and trusts her very much, but Yan Huaishu doesn't think so.

Wen Ruhan is just a neighbor of the little queen. Even though he can provide the little queen's lost memories, as long as Jiang Jiang does not recover his memory, who can know whether his words are true or false?

At present, Yan Huaishu only wanted to know the way to travel back from Wen Ruhan, otherwise he would not be able to trust Wen Ruhan, but Wen Ruhan did not want to tell him this news.

Is this guilty because of false news, or is it because he is worried that he will interfere in this matter?

Outside the palace, Wen Bohou’s mansion.

As dusk approached, lanterns had been hung on Wen Bohou's mansion and lit candles. Looking around, the servants in the mansion were doing their own duties quietly, and the maids were also coming and going silently, and the mansion was very quiet.

In the yard of the Hou Mansion, the dull sound of porcelain bowls hitting the table heavily in the wing room.

Mrs. Wen Bohou threw the spoon on the table impatiently, looked at Wen Bohou who was unable to move on the bed with a cold face, and said angrily, "If you don't want to eat, you will starve to death!"

"Do you think your hunger strike can attract the attention of outsiders to save you?"

"Wen Bohou's mansion, everyone listened to me. You are just a coward who is waiting to die. You will earn a day when you live." Her well-maintained face was full of viciousness and her eyes were filled with resentment. "If you asked for mercy for us mother and daughter and let us stay in Shengjing, He'er and I would not be so cruel, but you disappointed us mother and daughter too much!"

"When that girl Jiangjiang becomes the queen, you throw He'er away. The palms and backs of your hands are full of flesh. Why don't you feel sorry for He'er? She wants to marry the prince, but you try to stop him and send her to Jing'an so cruelly."

A hint of pleasure burst out in her eyes, "Now your fate is retribution. Don't think I don't know that Lin's family in Xiyuan is pregnant. Let me tell you that she had been thrown to the mass grave by me. This Wen Bohou's mansion can only belong to He'er!"

"And that girl Jiang Jiang, she will not be able to keep her position as queen soon. You don't know how many people are watching her and want to chew her meat, but the Wen family is staring at the half of the wind seal in her hand."

Wen Bohou opened his mouth and tried hard to speak. His voice was like a broken bellow, and he could only make hoarse syllables. His weak hands tightly clutched the quilt. Facing Mrs. Wen Bohou's crazy and refreshing look, his eyes were full of despair.

That was not Jiang Jiang, that was the daughter of destiny protected by His Majesty. How could Wen Bohou's mansion violate the king's order?

Confused, confused!

The lady wanted to step on the little queen and climb up to the prince, obviously trying to seek death. He sent them to Jing'an, just to protect them!

At this time, the door of the room creaked and was pushed open. The maid pushed open the door plaque and hurried out, not daring to see the scene in the room. Then Jiang He, wearing a white dress, walked in, "Mom."

Her eyes were just passing over the bed, as if it was just a stranger, not a father who loved her and spoiled her. Jiang He stepped forward and asked, "Is that lord here?"

"It hasn't been done yet." Mrs. Wen Bohou's whole body was filled with anger. When she faced her daughter, she took her hand and sat at the round table in the outer room.

"It's been seven or eight days since I returned from Jingyi Villa. You have been to so many banquets, how is the news dispersed?"

Jiang He had a bit of arrogant eyes and smiled confidently, "Don't worry, mom, now 80% of the people in the aristocratic family know that the little queen has accompanied the prince to spend the night in Jingyi Villa."

"Then why didn't I hear any noise when I went to the wife of the Ministry of Works yesterday?" Mrs. Wen Bohou said in confusion, and then hurriedly instructed, "This matter must be done well, otherwise the adult will come. If you are not satisfied, your superior will not help us."

"Don't worry, mom, it's just fermenting in the secret. After all, the prince's position is high and the power is so how dare others be the first to spread this opportunity."

"In a few days, the rumors will not be suppressed by the officials before His Majesty. The prince will definitely not be able to wash away the mud, and our plan will be done."

Jiang He calmly picked up a teapot on the table, poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, frowned slightly, and put down the cup, "This tea is cold."

"Then stop drinking it, let me make another pot." Mrs. Wen Bohou took back the herbal tea, "It's cold in autumn, drink less cold."

Jiang He nodded lightly and looked at the bed next to the curtain, "Is my father's supper available?"

"Not yet." When talking about this, Mrs. Wen Bohou couldn't help but feel irritated. "Maybe the adult was so hard that it was difficult to serve him. I'll be there to feed him later. I won't serve him."

On the bed, Wen Bohou, who heard all the words of the mother and daughter, had a gray face and closed his eyes in disappointment.

When the night became darker, Jiang He returned to his own garden from the main courtyard. When he opened the door, he was startled by the man in black who had been waiting in the room for a long time. Then he reacted and closed the door tightly and lit the candlelight.
Chapter completed!