“Mistress, cefei sent people to guard those two courtyards you have ordered this servant to keep a close watch on.” Zhu Jin reported back to Wan Jing Wen in hesitation.

“Sir Wei, why is your face filled with sorrow, as if you are reluctant to part with your Highness?” Mu Xi Yao had a lotus leaf soup arranged in front of her that she slowly stirred with a spoon. The stiff expression on Wei Zhen’s face made her gloat. Zong Zhenglin called him over this morning to receive his orders. See, now the person was standing in front of her, his expression all cautious. Was she scary? 

In the Chanruo Courtyard, He Lian Min Min has received information from her plant which told that his sixth Highness entered the study with cefei and hasn’t come out since. This reply was even more shocking than when she initially thought that his Highness went to rest at Mu’shi’s chamber. 

“No, you’re satisfactory as the princess consort.” Zhong Zheng Lin truly felt that compared to his brothers’ principal wives, He Lian Min Min spared him many worries. At least, he did not saw her compete with other women for affection and engage in bloodshed.

“He Lian’shi.” Zhong Zheng Lin sternly called the person. He Lian Min Min’s posture was as straight as a ramrod. She did not dare to be neglectful.