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"Third Marquis, what are the functions of this carriage?" Xiaoyu looked around. This carriage was not as magnificent as the carriages of the nobles in the capital. It looked very ordinary and low-key. It would take a long time for the third prince to make such a low-key carriage, unless he didn't want to stay in it any longer.

"I can't hide this from you." The Third Prince took two deep breaths and said something he loved. He was back to normal.

"Ninth wangfei, please come in." The Third Marquis made a gesture of invitation.

Third Marquis' subordinate opened the door and pulled out a ladder and a landslide from the coachman's seat. Fishy's eyes flashed. Just from this design, it could be seen that it had been carefully designed.

Xiaoyu turned around and instructed, "Go invite the Ninth Prince over."

Little Fishy's smile was as bright as the morning glow as she turned around. "I don't want Third Marquis to have to explain twice. When Little Nine arrives, we'll go together."

When the servants of the Ninth Prince's Mansion heard this, they hurriedly moved in an armchair for the Third Prince to sit on.

Third Marquis smiled and didn't deny it. He had spent a lot of effort on this carriage and was eager to explain it twice more so that people would know what he was up to.

When he heard that the Third Marquis had arrived, he quickly changed his clothes, and felt a headache coming on. Amongst his three brothers, this was the one who he loved the most, even though Little Fishy was a woman. Just like that, he still had to ask for an imperial decree to trick Little Fishy into the workshop, as one could imagine, if Little Fishy was a man, he would probably fall asleep with her.

If the Third Prince had discovered the talent of the little fish, he would definitely marry the little fish back to the Third Prince's Mansion. That was the reason why, every time the Third Prince arrived, the little fish would watch over the Third Prince like a tiger stalking its prey.

"Ninth brother, you've come." The Third Marquis had sharp eyes and saw the Nine Nights first.

"I wonder what third brother's business is today?" These days, third brother had always been able to come up with a variety of strange reasons.

How could the Third Marquis not know about the narrow-mindedness of Ye Jiumei? He looked meaningfully at Xiaoyu. Since Ninth Brother married such a woman who could escape, he must have suffered a lot.

"Ninth Brother, look." The Third Marquis pointed at the carriage behind him. The carriage had already entered the Ninth Prince's mansion. The horses that were pulling the carriage had already been removed and brought to the stables. The rest was naturally manual labor.

Night Nine gave her a casual glance, "It's just an ordinary carriage."

"What?" When the Third Marquis heard this, he got anxious and went forward to explain the mystery inside the carriage.

Xiaoyu looked at Ye Jiumei in admiration, but he only gave her a disdainful expression. With a single sentence, he told the Third Marquis to pour the beans into a bamboo tube and told her everything.

Sensing Fishy's gaze, Night Nine Demons raised his eyes and smiled at her. To deal with her third brother was actually very simple, as long as you didn't look at what he was proud of, he would jabber on like a grandma selling melon.

Third Marquis was so excited that he didn't hear the exclamations of shock that he couldn't help but turn his head to look. He saw that Little Nine and Little Yu weren't listening attentively to what he had to say, and was infuriated.

Third Marquis took a step forward, picked up Little Fishy and threw her into the car. He then jumped into the car and closed the door behind him.

This only happened in an instant. The carriage's door was already closed by the time the crowd reacted.

Nine Night Demon pushed everyone away, and then she rolled her wheelchair in front of the horse carriage, and patted the walls, "Ye Jue Mei, what are you trying to do? "Release the small fish."

The rage in Ye Jiumei's heart was overflowing, and her eyes were filled with madness.

Third Marquis could not see any of this. He was feeling proud of his intelligence, and upon hearing the angry voice of Night Nine, he laughed loudly, "Ninth, then you can slowly think of a way to break it. I'm not in a hurry."

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this method was the best. He felt pleased with himself as he brought out all the fine wine and fruits that were hidden in the shadows.

"Ol 'Nine, take it slow. I'm not in a hurry anyway." No matter how much he thought about it, he could tell that since Ol 'Nine cared about this woman so much, he must be worried about death. He was just worried about her.

"Ninth Sister-in-Law, don't be so polite." The Third Prince produced two luminous cups from nowhere and filled them with the Bejewelled Nectar Elixir.

Little Fishy's eyes flashed. This carriage really did have some sort of secret.

The roof of the carriage was inlaid with fist-sized crystals. One day, sunlight shone in, and although the four sides were tightly shut, they were still bright. The air circulation was also quite good. Fishy praised it secretly. It seemed that this Third Marquis had really put in a lot of effort.

"Third Marquis, you shouldn't have provoked Little Nine." Little Fishy reached out her hand to pick up a bunch of grapes. The fruits here weren't edible anytime and anywhere, but they were much more delicious than the ones from her era. After all, they were pure, natural, steroid-free green fruits.

A thought flashed through the Third Marquis' eyes, "You don't seem to be worried at all?"

Little Fishy looked at him strangely, "What am I worried about?"

The Third Marquis was stumped by her question, was there even a need to ask? A man and a woman living in the same room together, she actually asked him what he was worried about? The Third Marquis' eyes twitched as he watched Little Fishy casually eat most of the food. He could see that she was so thin that a gust of wind could blow her away. Where did she go to eat so many things?

Seeing that more than half of her crystal elbow had entered her stomach, the Third Marquis finally couldn't hold it in anymore. He rolled up his sleeves and fought with Little Fishy.

By the time Night Nine had brought the people from the Ministry of Works and forced them to open the doors, the interior was a mess, and the two of them were fighting over the last chicken wing.

"Little Fishy." He was worried to death here, but she was actually enjoying her meal.

The Third Prince's men were very loyal. If it weren't for the fact that he had used their families to force him, they would never have opened the car door for him.

The Third Prince saw that the door of the car was open, so he quickly regained his dignity as a prince. He let go of his chicken wings, took out a handkerchief, wiped his hands, and took a sip of tea to moisten his throat.

Seeing the door open, Xiaoyu jumped out of the car waving her chicken wings, "Little Jiu, this chicken tastes pretty good."

Nine Night Demon angrily threw the chicken wings given to her by the little fish on the ground.

The little fish's expression changed as it lowered its head to look at the dusty chicken wings.

"Do you know that I'm worried about you?" asked Night Nine.

Little Fishy slowly raised her head, and Night Nine only saw a flash of starlight in her eyes. He stopped speaking and looked at her blankly.

The little fish's face was covered with a mask, which made Night Nine feel uncomfortable. The corners of her lips slowly curled upwards, to the point of perfection, as if she had carved it with a knife.

Everyone in the Ninth Marquis' Mansion had seen her happy expression all day long. They were used to her smile, but why was this smile so cautious?

"I wonder what Ninth Prince is worried about?" Little Fishy asked word by word.

Night Walker blurted out, "Of course …"

Of course it's something, but I can't say it anymore.

"Of course it's your safety. Do you think that the Third Marquis will harm me?"

"Of course it's your reputation. I don't care what you think of your brother, what you think of me? Actually, you are the one who matters the most. You are more concerned about my identity as someone who came from a brothel than others, right? "

She had always thought that Night Nine was different, especially when he had refuted the Emperor and was willing to become a lowly citizen for her. She had been deeply moved by his words, but he had just looked at her with that kind of expression in front of everyone, causing her to feel extremely disappointed.

"No, Fishy, not what you think." Night Demon shook her head.

Fishy thought it was funny. It sounded so familiar, but didn't he say the other way around? She should be the one crying and shouting and tugging at Night Demon's clothes.

Little Fishy raised her head to the sky, hoping that the greater the disappointment, the greater the greater the disappointment. She didn't want her tears to flow, because she had heard that as long as she looked up at the sky, the tears would flow back into her heart.