In Fengyi Palace, the queen and her mother, Mrs. Wei, sat opposite each other and drank tea.

"Now the eunuch is dead, and the traces of the assassin are arranged properly. The empress can rest assured. This is a loss, Concubine Xie has to swallow it even if she doesn't swallow it!" Mrs. Wei smiled and sipped a sip of tea.

Queen Wei hesitated: "But how could Xie Muzhi... be there too? If he hadn't had something happened to him and King Yong at the same time and had just cut off the suspicion of the Xie family, Your Majesty wouldn't have just been confined to the bastard of Yongjia Palace!" At the end of her speech, her tone was quite resentful.

"Xie Jiulang has always acted as he pleased, and even Mr. Xie and his wife could not restrain him," Mrs. Wei did not care, "It should be just a coincidence."

"I hope so." Queen Wei sighed. From beginning to end, she never asked the adopted son who had not escaped danger yet.

——Since I already have my own twelve princes, the others are just abandoned children.

...

That night, His Highness Yong and Mr. Xie Jiu, who had alarmed the entire imperial capital, were successfully rescued. Emperor Yongping met them in the hall and ordered the imperial physician waiting aside to take their pulse and see their injuries.

The imperial physician unbuttoned Murong Zhao's bandaged arm, carefully examined the pulse, and breathed a sigh of relief. He applied gold medicine to the wound and rewrapped the wound with a fine cotton cloth. The technique was meticulous and professional.

But Murong Zhao suddenly felt a little regretful. He looked at Xie Muzhi. The man was not injured and was lazily leaning on the pillar to answer Emperor Yongping's question.

"Why did Jiulang meet Zhao'er?" Emperor Yongping was kind and kind.

"I remembered that the peach blossoms on the top of Shangheshan Mountain were blooming well..."

"Nonsense! How can there be any peach blossoms at this time?" Emperor Yongping glared at him.

"Yes, I only remembered it when I reached the top of the mountain..." Xie Muzhi shook the fan slowly and sighed with regret.

Emperor Yongping choked.

A smile flashed through Murong Zhao's eyes. He stood aside and quietly listened to the imperial physician report to Emperor Yongping: "Your Majesty, the wounds on His Highness Yong's body are not toxic and have not damaged the meridians. Just change the medicine on time and take care of it for a few days."

After hearing this, Emperor Yongping said with relief: "It's good." He told the imperial physician, "If you don't bother the two masters in one matter, you will be responsible for changing the medicine for my son."

"...Yes." A trace of hesitation flashed in the imperial physician's eyes, and he paused before responding cautiously.

Emperor Yongping didn't care about him. He rubbed his eyebrows, "You all go down," he said to Murong Zhao and Xie Muzhi, "I will definitely give you an explanation for what happened today."

Murong Zhao respectfully responded that, his face was always calm and he could not see any joy or anger. He turned around and wanted to leave, but saw Xie Muzhi still leaning there motionlessly.

"Is there anything else for Jiulang?" Emperor Yongping also noticed it and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"The dew is heavy at night. When I go back at this time, I am afraid that my family will not be at peace all night," Xie Muzhi smiled, "So please ask Your Majesty to stay Muzhi for a while."

"Where is there anything you, Xie Jiu, can you, look down on in the palace? Could it be that I will put you in the harem?" Emperor Yongping said angrily.

Mu Zhi put away his fan and his eyes met Murong Zhao. He smiled at him with a very open mind, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, and the charm at that moment made Murong Zhao feel dazed.

"How dare you? I will disturb His Highness Yong for one night."

When Murong Zhao came to his senses, Mu Zhi had already walked towards him and said with a smile: "Tonight, I would like to ask His Highness Yong to take care of him."

Emperor Yongping waved his hand impatiently at them: "Go quickly and go quickly! Lao Qi, please take care of him tonight."

Murong Zhao whispered, his eyes deep.

On the way to Changchun Palace, he always had a tense face and a cold expression.

——This person... unknowingly, he could already affect his mind with a simple smile. His self-control was so weak that he was shocked by himself when facing this person.

When he arrived in the hall, Murong Zhao gave a few simple instructions to the attendants, then gave his bedroom to Xie Muzhi and moved into the side hall.

Mu Zhi did not refuse either. He was tired of his eyebrows and eyes. After whispering thanks, he smiled and said "Good night", as if he did not feel Murong Zhao's sudden cold attitude.

In the side hall, Murong Zhao was bathing. Even though his arm was injured, he refused the maid's service because he didn't like others approaching.

Thinking about what happened today, he suddenly remembered the man's slightly frowning, and his appearance became more and more fragile under the light.

...No matter how talented he is, he is just a young man who is not as good as the one in his prime. Since he was young, he has seen such a scene today under the protection and favor of his family? Although he is calm and composed, in fact, he is afraid that he is also scared?

Murong Zhao became restless for a moment.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, he whispered to Wang Ren, regardless of the ends of his hair that was still dripping with water: "Let the kitchen prepare a calming soup and bring it to Mr. Xie Jiu later."

"Yes. The slave will do it now."

The door closed silently.

Murong Zhao walked to the window and looked at the hazy moon in the sky in the distance. After a long time, he suddenly said: "How are those assassins checking?"

A figure appeared where the lights were not enough, wearing black clothes, quietly melting into the darkness. He lowered his head and half-kneeled and replied: "Return to the master, they are people from the world on the surface, but their subordinates followed them all the way and finally watched them enter a village in the Wei family."

Murong Zhao was not surprised. The moment he turned around, the candles in the hall made a "puzzle" explosion, illuminating the cold expression that flashed across his face.

"The Queen Mother has taken great pains to make the position of the Twelve Crown Prince." Murong Zhao sneered.

Before she gave birth to the twelfth prince, Empress Wei never thought about winning a position for her adopted son. Her biggest purpose in raising him was to check and balance the Yongjia Palace and suppress Concubine Xie's arrogance.

The man in black dared not answer, and he tried his best to reduce his presence.

"Since you have found this dark village of the Wei family, then continue to watch and hold it in your hand as soon as possible." Murong Zhao's eyes were cold, his dark eyes were bottomless, full of depression that was about to come.

"If the mother wants to have a throne, I will help her." - As long as her little twelve can bear it.

"Yes." The man in black responded. He quickly jumped out and disappeared into the moonlight without a trace as he had come.

After the secret guard left, Murong Zhao looked at the bright moon in front of the window again. It looked so close, as if within reach; but when you really stretched out your hand, you would realize that it was just a phantom.

He pushed open the door and asked Wang Ren who was guarding the door tremblingly: "Have you fallen asleep?"

Wang Ren replied respectfully: "Go back to Your Highness, the Ninth Master turned off the lamp after drinking the Anshen Soup."

This is going to bed.

Murong Zhao nodded, stood there and didn't know what he was thinking, or was just tracing. It was not until a moment later that he suddenly raised his foot and walked towards the main hall. Wang Ren was confused, but he didn't dare to ask more questions. He followed Murong Zhao carefully. Seeing that he entered the hall, he didn't dare to follow again, so he simply stood at the door of the main hall and looked at the wind.

"Eunuch Wang, this is..." The little eunuch with a good relationship with him ran over to inquire curiously.

Wang Ren slapped him and whispered: "What are you asking for inquiries? You can also inquire about noble people? You won't do your business!"

The little eunuch left awkwardly. Seeing this, the other attendants guarding the door couldn't help but feel more energetic and dared not take a look.

In fact, Wang Ren was curious as if he was scratched. Mr. Xie Jiu stayed in the palace and did not go to the sixth prince's bedroom under Concubine Xie, how could he come to their Changchun Palace? His Highness did not look at his face, but based on his experience of serving His Highness for more than ten years, his Highness is very concerned!

He had a lot of thoughts and finally slapped himself: Bah, what do you want to do like that! The more you know about the masters, the faster you die!

...

In the dim sleeping hall, only a candle was left in case of accident. All the attendants had retreated, and for a moment there were only two breathing sounds in the hall, one long and one short, intertwined quietly.

Murong Zhao never told anyone that he has good night vision ability and can see things clearly even without light. This is not only a genetics, but also a trace of everything he experienced in childhood.

At this moment, in the weak light, he quietly looked at the man's sleeping face.

Xie Muzhi has fair skin and long eyes. At this time, his eyelashes trembled gently with his breathing like butterflies. His lips were naturally curved upwards, and he smiled like a dream. This person was a handsome young man who could fall into the entire imperial capital by his appearance alone.

He also has the talent and demeanor that is as strong as the imperial capital. At the age of sixteen, he was so dazzling that he overshadowed the sharpness of all aristocratic families. The Xie family must treat him like a pearl and a treasure and refused to easily let his sword break. Otherwise, how could the old-fashioned and powerful elder of the Xie family allow his legitimate son to refuse to take office, live in seclusion in the south of the Yangtze River for several years, and indulge in mountains and rivers?

——So, why did you approach me? It wouldn’t be the arrangement of the Xie family, is it just your whim?

Murong Zhao clenched his palms.

He is not a fool or stupid. In fact, his sensitivity and wisdom are far beyond most people of this age. He could feel that Xie Muzhi had a special interest and familiarity with him.

Have they ever seen each other? In just a moment, he denied this conjecture. Xie Muzhi was a person who could leave a deep impression at any time, but he never remembered this figure.

So, why?
Chapter completed!