Concubine, don't flirt: His Royal Highness is hiding something

"Your Highness, drink a cup of tea to calm down." Lu Yin put on a satin jacket and came to Nangong Yan, and poured him a cup of tea.

"Okay, there's no need to be busy." Nangong Yan took her clean and white hand and asked her to sit aside.

"It's all my fault. I didn't protect the fetus in the womb that day at the gate of the city. That's why His Highness was scolded by the Empress Dowager, and he got angry for no reason."

Lu Yin looked at her flat belly and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Wanniang, it's not your fault. Besides, I've never blamed you." Nangong Yan wrapped her hand into his palm, and there was love in her eyes full of brilliance.

In the bottom of my heart, the resentment towards Yu Qiqi became stronger.

Three hours later, Ah Jian's acupuncture points finally unlocked on their own.She ran up to Yu Qiqi and called out hastily, "Princess!" Zhaoniang was changing Yu Qiqi's medicine.

Yu Qiqi raised her eyebrows, turned her head and glanced at her, "I'm fine, I just got a few words from him." Looking at A Jian's battle, she probably wanted to run to Nangong Yan again.

"You shouldn't have blocked this sword for him in the first place." A Jian put down the sword in his hand, and stepped forward to help Zhaoniang hold Yu Qiqi's wound.

Zhao Niang glared at her immediately, and she stopped resentfully.

Yu Qiqi blinked her long eyelashes, feeling that A Jian was right.

On the day of the Lantern Festival, Nangong Yan was originally admiring the fireworks at the gate of the city with Lu Yin in his arms, but unexpectedly, assassins were mixed into the acrobatic troupe dancing with fireworks and dragons.

For a while, the city gate was in chaos.

The assassin was heading towards Nangong Yan. Lu Yin was pregnant, and Nangong Yan had to protect her every step of the way.Behind him, there was a sharp blade with a cold light stabbing straight at him, but he didn't notice it at all.

Yu Qiqi didn't care about anything else, broke away from Ah Jian's hand, rushed up, pushed Nangong Yan away, his body leaned forward, and fell to the ground together with Lu Yin who was protecting him in his arms.

The crowd covered his sight, and he vaguely saw her foggy purple skirt.In the eyes, a ball of anger rose.

The person who was protecting him had blood in his lower abdomen.

"Your Highness, it hurts..." Lu Yin held his hand tightly, a layer of cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

"Go back to the palace!"

With a hasty roar, he rushed back to the East Palace with Luyin in his arms.

Now that I think about it, Nangong Yan won't die after receiving that sword. Isn't he living a good life now...

The gauze taken off from Yu Qiqi was still stained with blood, Zhaoniang called A Jian out as she walked out with the gauze, and gave her a scolding outside.

In the East Palace, gossip is the most taboo for Palace people.

After a few days of cultivation in the Yaoguang Palace, Yu Qiqi's body gradually recovered, but she felt that the atmosphere in the East Palace had become a little strange.

The palace people acted cautiously, no one wanted to play with her, and no one dared to talk to her.

Later Zhaoniang told her that this was an order from Nangong Yan.

On weekdays, he would not allow Yu Qiqi to enter the palaces, gardens, and ponds that Luyin passed by, even if he was passing by.

I don't know where he learned the trick to scold her so harshly.

After recovering from her body, Yu Qiqi stayed bored in Yaoguang Palace all day long, and at night, taking advantage of Zhaoniang not paying attention, she let A Jian sneak out of the East Palace with her.

"Have you found out who those assassins are?" Nangong Yan asked Chu Peiyu, leaning on the bench in Chenghe Hall.

Chu Peiyu lowered his head and collected his expression, "Report to Your Highness, the clues are all broken." Even the last assassin who survived was silenced when they tracked it down.

"Trash!" Nangong Yan cursed.

Chu Peiyu, who was standing in front of him, lowered his body a little lower.

At this time, an internal servant working in Yaoguang Palace came in and whispered back to him, "Your Highness, the Crown Princess has left the palace."

The anger on Nangong Yan's face faded a little, and there was a sneer in his eyebrows, "Then let's go with her."

He pursed his thin lips and stood up from the bench.

"Yes."

The servant waited and followed behind him.

A trace of worry flashed across Chu Peiyu's eyes, and he also left the gate of Chenghe Hall.