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"And now? Do I have the right to enter? " Shui Qiannan lightly brushed his clothes, then looked at the gatekeeper as he spoke.

"Little Right, let's go." Shui Qiannan sneered and called Xiao Dai, walking inside with an indifferent expression.

The gatekeeper lay on the ground with tears streaming down his face. His intestines were green with regret. Why did he come to provoke such a demon? Couldn't he just let her in?

Shui Qiannan raised his eyebrows and looked at them thoughtfully. "Have you prepared a room for me?"

"Yes, this was personally instructed by the Prime Minister." The maidservant nodded her head in respect.

A smile blossomed on Xiao He's face as he squeezed Shui Qiannan's hand, "Mother, they have prepared a room for us. That's great, hehe."

"Hehe, what a rare sight." Shui Qiannan looked helplessly at Xiao Jin's excited expression and then looked at the maidservant. "Lead the way."

It seems that the trick of the warning worked. Since you want to play with me, then let's see who can laugh until the end.

The maidservant obediently brought Shui Qiannan and Qing Shui to a courtyard. She bowed to Shui Qiannan and said, "Miss, this is the place. This servant will go and reply to the prime minister first before taking my leave."

"Let's go." Shui Qiannan indifferently agreed and didn't make things difficult for the maidservant.

Shui Qiannan gazed at the departing figures of the maidservants, her lips trembling slightly. You had better remember that warning, otherwise she wouldn't mind performing an even more spectacular performance here. She wouldn't even bother to pay attention to these small fights before she figured out the whole story.

It was a cool afternoon, and the mottled sunlight shone through the branches of the trees, illuminating Shui Qiannan's beautiful face. Her curly eyelashes trembled slightly, and the beauty of the person on the Imperial Consort's bed was breathtaking.

The current Shui Qiannan enjoyed the highest level of courtesy in the Prime Minister's Estate. He would take a stroll to the right with him all day long, and his days could be considered to be leisurely as well.

Little Rascal sat on a stone stool at the side, quietly eating the exquisite pastries in its hands. Around its mouth were the broken bits of the pastries, its spirited eyes swiveling about.

A snow-white little fox suddenly scuttled out from behind the rock garden and jumped onto the stone table with the pastries placed on it. It then intimately rubbed its little hands together.

"Eh? "Good little Hairy Ball!" The little guy's attention was immediately attracted by the fox. He stuffed the pastries in his hand into his mouth and was about to hug the fox.

However, the fox jumped out of Little Rascal's embrace mischievously and landed on the ground, disappearing into the end of the path in a flash.

The little guy was surprised and quickly jumped down from the stone stool. He looked in the direction in which the fox had disappeared and then looked at Shui Qiannan who was sleeping soundly before chasing after the little fox.