Your Majesty, Madam, she is not a human being

Chapter 42

"Your Highness the Regent, are you here too?" Huo Qidong's expression changed slightly when he saw them, and he smiled awkwardly.

"Why, I can't come?" Song Jiyang sneered.

Huo Qidong coughed twice, "No, no."

Song Jiyang looked at Song Zishu and asked calmly: "Zishu, what do you think?"

Song Zishu looked at the veil that Huo Qingluan was wearing, and hesitated for a while before saying: "Brother Jiyang, this seems to be a family matter of the Huo family. If it is sent to Zhongdu Mansion, I'm afraid it won't be good."

When Huo Qidong heard this, he immediately agreed: "That's right, it's just a matter of family matters, so I won't bother Your Highnesses!"

Huo Qidong said and reached out to grab Huo Qingluan, but Huo Qingluan dodged it.

Huo Qingluan looked at the two of them and said, "Your Highnesses, please forgive me for what happened today. The common people have urgent matters to deal with, so I will leave first."

After Huo Qingluan finished speaking, he walked straight out the door.

Song Jiyang grabbed her and said, "Miss Huo, please stay."

Huo Qingluan turned to look at him, "I wonder if His Highness the Regent has any other instructions?"

"I wonder if Miss Huo would like to have a cup of tea with me?" Song Jiyang smiled softly.

Huo Qingluan looked into his eyes and nodded after a moment, "Since His Highness invites you, the common people will be disrespectful."

With that said, Huo Qingluan was about to leave with Song Jiyang.

"Your Highness, she is just a disfigured ugly monster. How can she be worthy of being entertained by you personally?" Huo Qidong became anxious when he saw this and hurriedly caught up to stop her.

"To shut up!"

Song Jiyang scolded angrily, "Master Huo, I am being generous if I don't send you to the Zhongdu Yamen! If you come to interfere in my affairs, don't blame me for sending you to squat there for a few years!"

"Your Highness, my minister..."

"Go away!"

Song Jiyang shouted sharply, which scared Huo Qidong into silence immediately.He didn't dare to speak anymore and could only stare at Huo Qingluan fiercely, wishing to eat her alive.

"Your Highness, let's go."

Huo Qingluan looked at Song Jiyang with a calm tone.

"Well, let's go."

Song Jiyang responded and led Huo Qingluan away from Huo Mansion.

"Master, what should we do?" Looking at Huo Qingluan being taken away by Song Jiyang, Ye was as anxious as ants on a hot pot. "If that trash gets involved with the regent or the sixth prince, our plan will be terrible." It’s all going to go to waste!”

Huo Qidong looked depressed, put his hands behind his back, and walked slowly, thinking about a rescue strategy.

"Father, those two highnesses have never liked women who are good at calculations. If someone gets involved, Huo Qingluan will definitely suffer!" Huo Nanling whispered from the side.

"Yes, how could I forget her?" Huo Qidong's eyes flickered and he suddenly stopped, "Nanling, go find your aunt immediately. Just say..." He whispered in Huo Nanling's ear. After talking for a while, Huo Nanling praised him repeatedly, "Father is wise! Let me do it now."

Huo Qidong nodded with satisfaction, and after Huo Nanling left, he immediately walked towards the secret room of the Huo Mansion, pushed open the secret compartment of the mechanism, took out a mask as thin as a cicada's wing, put it on and hurriedly left the Huo family.

……

"Miss Huo doesn't like the tea here?" Song Zishu was confused when he saw that she didn't touch it.

"Not really, I'm just not in the mood." Huo Qingluan turned his head and looked at Song Zishu opposite.During the palace banquet, we only met briefly. Now it seems that the sixth prince is really worthy of the saying, "The stranger is like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world."

"Oh? Why are you not in the mood?" Song Zishu didn't know why he was holding on to Huo Qingluan. Maybe it was a moment of distress, or maybe it was a moment of curiosity. In short, he was full of interest in this woman at this time. "It's nothing." Huo Qingluan sighed softly, picked up the teacup and took a sip, then looked at Song Jiyang aside: "Drink the tea, Your Highness the Regent, can I go?"

"Ha ha……"

Song Jiyang chuckled, "Miss Huo, we are all of the same age, just call me Jiyang or Brother Jiyang."

Huo Qingluan looked at him and said nothing.

Song Zishu on the side looked at Song Jiyang in shock, and then looked at Huo Qingluan, his brows furrowed, and he fell into deep thought.

Song Jiyang didn't seem to mind Huo Qingluan's indifference to him, and still kept smiling: "You and I are about the same age, aren't we?"

"I'm sorry, Your Highness the Regent, this is inappropriate." If Song Zishu hadn't been there, Huo Qingluan would have wanted to jump up and slap Song Jiyang twice.This man is simply a psycho!
Song Jiyang didn't think what he did was outrageous, but thought it made sense: "What's inappropriate? Do you think I'm not worthy of you?"

Huo Qingluan looked at Song Jiyang, took a deep breath, and tried to calm down, "Your Highness is worrying too much. Your Highness is noble and extraordinary, and is naturally worthy of any woman in the world."

Song Jiyang raised his eyebrows, "Isn't this enough?"

"..." Huo Qingluan, who had been fighting for a whole day, really had no intention of arguing with this guy. He stood up and said, "If your highnesses have no other instructions, I will leave first."

"Wait a minute!"

Song Jiyang suddenly called out and pointed to the chess game on the table, "Since Miss Huo has something to do, how about we play a game of chess?"

"No time." Huo Qingluan said and walked downstairs, quickly disappearing from the sight of the two of them.

"Brother Jiyang, what are you doing?" Song Zishu couldn't help asking after all.

Song Jiyang clapped his hands with a folding fan and replied with a smile: "It's nothing, I just like her."

"Huh?" Song Zishu was stunned for a moment, looking... he took a fancy to it?

"Ah, what? I said I'm attracted to her and want her to be my wife."

Song Zishu frowned, glanced at Song Jiyang, and then looked out the window, "Brother Jiyang, do you know what you are talking about? My father will not agree."

"Of course I know." Song Jiyang put away the folding fan and sat down, and said leisurely: "There is nothing I can't do that I want to do."

"Don't mess around!"

"Don't worry, I have my own measure."

Song Jiyang stood up and left as he spoke. Song Zishu stared at his back with worry in his eyes.

……

Huo Qingluan, who returned to his yard, hid the scroll in his hand in the secret passage, and then directed Xiaocui to prepare water for a bath.

Huo Qingluan soaked comfortably in the tub, enjoying the steaming warm water vapor surrounding her.

She was so exhausted that day that she fell asleep while lying in the tub.She didn't know how long it took before she woke up faintly. As soon as she opened her eyes, she felt sore all over.

She struggled out of the tub, wrapped herself in some clothes, and wiped her wet hair with a cloth.

Just as she was wiping her hair, there was a rustling sound on the roof, and then there was the sound of tapping tiles.

Huo Qingluan immediately raised his vigilance and stuck his head out of the eaves. After seeing the people outside the house clearly, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Song Jiyang, why are you up so late at night?"

(End of this chapter)