C45 The Lord of the Palace

Mu Zhihuan pointed at her throat. "I …" It seemed like … He lost his voice …

Seventh Madame was so shocked that her face turned pale. "Then hurry and call the imperial physician!"

"No need." Mu Zhihuan held Seventh Madame back. Perhaps it was due to the severe cough she had suffered yesterday that caused her to be injured in the vocal cords.

He didn't need to worry about it for two days.

"I'm fine …" Seventh Madame … Don't worry... "What about Ran'er?"

Noticing that Mu Zhihuan's voice seemed to be broken, Seventh Madame was relieved. "Your Highness is still sleeping."

Motioning for Seventh Madame to hurry over, Mu Zhihuan entered the room and immediately saw the sleeping ball.

"Wake up... "Alright."

Mu Zhihuan scratched on the ball until it began to sneeze. Then, it slowly opened its eyes.

When she saw Mu Zhihuan, her bright eyes bloomed with stars. "Mother! "You're finally back!"

Holding the ball in her other hand and smelling its scent, Mu Zhihuan was like a traveler who had walked in the desert for several days. Finally, she took a deep breath, as if she had found an oasis.

"Sorry …" Mother was too busy and was unable to accompany you. "

The little clump shook her head, keenly catching Mu Zhihuan's depressed mood.

"Mother, what's wrong with your throat?"

Mu Zhi smiled. "It's nothing. I just talked too much. My throat is a little dry, and my voice has become unpleasant to hear."

"Mother, you don't have to worry about me. I'm fine with Seventh Madame. Lady Yang, if you don't come to our courtyard, I'll be alone. No one will hurt me."

Listening to the intimate words of the little ball, Mu Zhihuan's heart was filled with mixed feelings for a moment.

"Hmm, I know that our Ran family is very obedient. Do you miss Uncle Gu?"

Without even thinking about it, the little blob immediately replied: "Yes!"

Uncle Gu would buy him yummy candy people, so the little bun was very happy to see Gu Mingxuan again.

"Then let's go find Uncle Gu!"

"Good, good, good! Sugar Men are eating again! "

The little ball hugged Mu Zhihuan happily and kissed her on the cheek.

Then he happily went down to pack up the things he wanted for Gu Mingxuan.

Looking at the happy expression on the little bun, a complicated look flashed across Mu Zhihuan's eyes.

She didn't know that after her fight with Jiangzi Su, it was still not safe for her to stay in the mansion.

Right now, the only choice left was to leave him with Gu Mingxuan.

However …

Mu Zhihuan retracted her gaze. Last night, Jiang Zisu said that Gu Mingxuan had come for the sake of marriage.

This also meant that if Gu Mingxuan chose a wife, then he would return to the Great Oblivion shortly.

Then the only place she could call a safe haven was gone.

It was as if someone had blocked her heart with lead, even though Mu Zhihuan clearly knew that she could not rely on anyone in this world.

But Gu Mingxuan had given her too much security, and in the end she had gotten used to his existence.

"Mother?"

The little bun received a large bag of items and returned to see a withered Mu Zhihuan.

Ye Zichen walked uneasily to Mu Zhihuan's side, while frowning slightly with a very worried look on his face.

Noticing that she had made a mistake, Mu Zhihuan forced a smile and rubbed his head.

"Don't worry, mother is just thinking that our Ran'er is too fond of Uncle Gu, right?" Mother is jealous. "

The little blob patted his chest imitatively and said, "Don't worry! "Mother is what Ran'er loves the most. Although Uncle Gu treats me very well, I can only rank behind Sugar Man."

"Then who's in front of the Sugar Man?"

Being asked by Mu Zhihuan in this way, the little clump began to count on her fingers very seriously:

"There are Seventh Madame, the little paper man, the noodles, chicken legs, duck legs, pig feet …"

Seeing that the small group was about to announce the dishes, Mu Zhihuan hurriedly interrupted him.

"Alright, alright. Stop talking. If your Uncle Gu knew he was ranked last because of you, who knows how angry he would be?"

The little blob muddle-headedly shook his head: "No."

"The end of Ran'er's heart is Father. He always makes Mother unhappy, and Ran'er doesn't like him either."

Although she knew it wasn't good to make Little Rascal hate her father, what Jiang Zisu had done to Mu Zhihuan had been too disturbing.

When Mu Zhihuan heard that this little ball hated Jiang Zixu, she couldn't help but gloat in her heart. As expected, she didn't love this little fellow for nothing.

After the two of them cleaned up a bit, Mu Zhihuan was about to leave the manor with a small group of people. But before this person could arrive, he was stopped by someone else.

Mu Zhihuan glanced at Yao'er. It was Yang Qiuyu. "What are you doing?"

Yang Qiuyu smiled gently, "Where are you going, sister?"

"Yang Qiuyu, even the prince doesn't care about me, who do you think you are to care about me?"

Yang Qiuyu was stunned for a moment as she did not expect Mu Zhihuan to be so rude. She could not maintain her fake smile at all.

"Look …" "Elder sister, what are you saying? I am just worried for you."

Mu Zhihuan scoffed. "Don't! I don't need it! "

After saying so, Mu Zhihuan and the little group were ready to leave, but Yang Qiuyu stepped forward to block their path.

"Is elder sister so angry? Could it be that you didn't serve the Prince well last night? "

Yang Qiuyu covered her face and smiled, "Of course. After all, you have never slept, so you must be very stiff in bed." How could the Prince be satisfied? "

When Yang Qiuyu opened her mouth, Mu Zhihuan hurriedly covered her ears. Even in broad daylight, this woman could still speak such childish words.

"Say that you're a lady from a noble family. Speaking of Meng Lang's words, you're even inferior to those rascals outside. How did I serve your master? How am I the one who has the final say on this? You should ask the prince, right?"

"Sigh, the last time I shared a room with the prince, I already had a son from my family. I wonder if I'll get another son this time?"

Mu Zhihuan pretended to be very vexed as she coquettishly scolded, "Look at this. If the eldest son and second young master were born by me, how can I take away the position of wangfei? It must be difficult! My little sister plotting and plotting, in the end, it can only be a wife."

Every word was like a needle, accurately and firmly piercing Yang Qiuyu's eyes.

The fact that she could not bear to bear children had always been the most untouchable issue deep within her heart. She did not expect Mu Zhihuan to repeatedly use this as an excuse.

"Mu Zhihuan!" I have always been polite to you, so don't you wait too long for your face! "

Yang Qiuyu pressed her palms together, "Isn't it just sleeping with your highness? So what if she was pregnant? "The person in charge of the Mansion of Duke Li is still me. You, Mu Zhihuan, are nothing!"

"Clap clap!" Mu Zhihuan clapped her hands and leaned to the side, giving way to Jiang Zisu, who had been standing not far behind her.

"Did you hear that? I still don't know, but the person in charge of the Prince's Mansion is actually not you, Prince, but a Madam. "