“Your Highness,” Mu Xi Yao threw him a meaningful glance and teased him, “Qie started to play with Cheng Qing only because your Highness wasn’t coming even after a long waiting.” The pair of her beautiful eyes turned, her body twisted in Zhong Zheng Lin’s embrace. In fact, when she tapped at Cheng Qing and watched his little face that resembled Zhong Zheng Lin so much turn aggrieved, she was secretly enjoying herself.

“Does Jiao Jiao immensely enjoy the fact that bendian has lost face at the old man’s place?”

Duke of An Guo looked at Zhong Zheng Chun with an ashen face. No matter how he kept appeasing him, it was all to no avail.

The imprisonment of the imperial princes in the palace instantly threw the womenfolk of each residence into a panic, making them run everywhere to find ways to pull some strings. Noble and gentry clans in Shengjing were all shaken, too. Many of them gathered together and ganged up. 

“Mistress, just now chief steward came to announce that his Highness had been urgently summoned to the East Palace by the crown prince. He asks you to go back to the parental house first. His Highness will come later.” The chief maidservant Gui Li replied carefully. 

“Are you tired?” Half hugging half carrying, Zhong Zheng Lin took Mu Xi Yao back to Danruo Courtyard. 

“Your Highness, qie has just arrived to the estate. Everything is still very unfamiliar to qie. How about to let cefei continue to take charge of the affairs in the estate? Qie will gradually take over duties.”

“You should know bendian’s intention. Don’t think of deceiving bendian or glossing over the matter.” Zhong Zheng Lin was too familiar with her usual tactics. Hence, he directly cut off her escape routes.

Once the word “settle” fell into Zhong Zheng Lin’s ears, his mind that was distracted by Mu Xi Yao was finally pulled back.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay?” A displeasure appeared on Zhong Zheng Ming’s face. He cast her a glance with knitted brows and kept walking forward.