Chapter 201: Enemies Meet on a Narrow Road

Mu Cang stood in front of the window with his hands folded, looking out the window without saying a word. His profile was dignified and handsome, with sharp edges and corners, and a cold and distant look.

"Mu Cang, is there someone in the palace you don't want to see?" Yan Li looked at him thoughtfully, with a strange color in her eyes, "Who is it? Rong Xiao?"

Mu Cang was silent for a moment, then turned to look over: "If I really don't want to see him, can I not see him?"

Yan Li nodded casually: "Of course it's okay."

Mu Cang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, turned around and walked out: "Let's go."

Yan Li didn't say anything else, just sighed lightly and walked out with him.

A luxurious and spacious carriage stopped outside the gate of the palace. Yan Li stepped out of the gate and looked at this luxurious carriage that he had ridden several times before. He raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Prince, the God of War who is galloping on the battlefield, likes to ride in a carriage recently?"

Mu Cang's voice was low: "It's quiet in a carriage. It's well hidden. It won't delay our conversation."

Yan Li turned her head and glanced at him: "I remember that the prince was never a talkative person."

Mu Cang hummed and said in a very natural tone: "You are an exception."

Yan Li was silent.

The two entered the carriage one after the other.

Mu Cang sat opposite Yan Li and added seriously: "I cherish every opportunity to be alone with you."

Hearing this, Yan Li raised her eyes and stared at his handsome and noble features, confirming once again that Mu Cang's feelings were deep enough to break his principles again and again.

You cannot live up to such feelings, otherwise it will be too cruel and appear to be unkind and unjust.

Yan Li sighed secretly.

She very much suspected that Mu Cang was using the Nine Kingdoms as an excuse to weave a dragnet with tenderness and affection, trying to trap her tightly in this net.

"What's wrong?" Mu Cang was confused.

Yan Li leaned against the carriage and stared at Mu Cang with a playful look in her eyes: "Mucang, you are very cunning."

Mu Cang was silent for a moment, not sure if he understood what she meant, but he nodded in agreement: "Yes, you noticed it."

Yan Li's lips curled up slightly, smiling lazily.

The carriage drove leisurely on the spacious street, heading straight towards the palace.

However, halfway through the journey, the carriage suddenly slowed down until it came to a complete stop: "Your Majesty, there is a carriage blocking the way in front. It should be coming from the palace."

Yan Li opened the car curtain and took a look through the car window.

There was a big battle in front of them. A luxurious carriage blocked the middle of the road. Behind the carriage followed a dozen maids and nuns, and dozens of guards escorted them on both sides.

"It's true that he came from the palace." Yan Li lowered the curtain of the car and her expression softened, "The imperial guards escorted, and the palace maids accompanied them... They should be Mu Xiuhan and Jiang Jingyue."

After all, Yan Li was also present when Emperor Zhaocheng ordered them to move out of the East Palace within three days.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Yun spoke coldly: "The Ninth Prince and Princess Nanyang are driving, please give way!"

It's not that I didn't recognize the carriage from the Ninth Prince's Palace on the other side.

But because the carriage was simple and there were no other attendants except Mo Yun, Jiang Jingyue thought Yan Li was the only one in the carriage.

After all, Yan Li often used the Nine Princes' carriage to pretend to be powerful.

Unexpectedly, I met the Ninth Prince’s carriage on the street today.

As soon as Mo Yun said these words, the Imperial Guards, palace maids and nuns who were accompanying them all knelt down: "See the Ninth Prince, see Princess Nanyang!"

Jiang Jingyue sat stiffly in the carriage and couldn't help but close her eyes.

Mu Xiuhan is just an idle king with no real power now. According to the rules, he should get off the car and greet the Ninth Prince, otherwise it would be disrespectful, but she really hates being shorter than Yan Li.

Turning to look at Mu Xiuhan, she quickly concealed her expression and said, "Your Highness, I will help you get out of the car."

Mu Xiuhan said nothing.

The car curtain was slowly opened, and the pale Jiang Jingyue helped the equally pale Mu Xiuhan get out of the car.

The so-called enemy is on a narrow road.

Jiang Jingyue stood in front of the horse, thinking that Yan Li, who had to rely on the Jiang family's charity in the past, was now sitting in the Ninth Prince's carriage with great splendor. When they met on the road, she didn't even have to show her face.

But she, the noble daughter of the Jiang family and the former crown prince, had to help the deposed prince, who was still injured, get out of the car, salute, and take the initiative to give way to him.

Jiang Jingyue wished she could pounce on her and tear her flower-like face to pieces.

However, the hatred can only be suppressed in my heart.

If they want to have room for a comeback, they must endure the humiliation and compromise.

"Xiu Han has met Uncle Nine Emperors." Mu Xiuhan stood in front of the car, his eyes fixed on the carriage, trying to penetrate the curtains and see the girl in the carriage, "Xiu Han moved today, blocking the Nine Emperors Uncle, I hope Uncle Nine Emperors will forgive me."

Yan Li opened the curtain of the car window and looked at Mu Xiuhan and Jiang Jingyue. One of them was pale and tired, the other was haggard, and they matched their faces perfectly.

"Congratulations to both of you on your new housewarming." Yan Li said calmly, "The prince and I will send someone to send you a congratulatory gift later."

Jiang Jingyue's expression was as stiff as a wooden sculpture. After a long while, she managed to smile and said, "Thank you, cousin."

"Today you can still call me cousin, but tomorrow you should change your name to Jiuhuang Aunt." Yan Li put down the car curtain and said, "Let's go."

Mu Xiuhan watched helplessly as the carriage drove away, gradually drifting away. The corners of his mouth pursed into a thin line, and a dark glimmer of determination slowly passed through his eyes.

If only by marrying Yan Li can he regain his position as prince, then Yan Li must be his.

"Your Highness Prince Xian." The imperial guard escorting Prince Xian and his wife urged, "It's time to get in the car."

Mu Xiuhan turned around and walked towards his carriage.

Jiang Jingyue gently supported him, not missing the look he gave Yan Li just now. When she lowered her eyes, her expression was cold and resentful.

"Don't worry." Mu Xiuhan bowed and walked into the carriage, slowly leaning back to sit down, "Mid-May is the 50th birthday of my father. On such an important day, my father will definitely pardon us. I will behave well at that time. Even if I can't get the position of crown prince back immediately, I can still regain my freedom."

Jiang Jingyue sat beside him, and heard the words, and smiled gently: "Your Highness is right. What belongs to Your Highness will belong to Your Highness sooner or later."

"I should be glad that the fourth son was also put in solitary confinement, otherwise I would really worry about him doing something behind my back." Mu Xiuhan closed his eyes, "There are distinguished guests in the palace today. If the position of crown prince had not been abolished, I should be sitting in the hall and discussing the political affairs of the two countries with the envoys of the Southern Kingdom."

Jiang Jingyue said carefully: "Your Highness will get the position of crown prince back."

Mu Xiuhan didn't say anything, and the carriage drove all the way to the direction of the Xianwang Mansion.