They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Chapter 142 Food Offered with Contempt Smells Delicious

Seeing this, Huang Ziliang patted Wu Chengye's hand and placed a note in front of her: "It just so happens that Master Lingyu is going back, so please give this letter to your mother."

Wu Chengye opened it without any hesitation and took a look. There was no wax seal on it, so she directly pulled out the letter.

The letter contained their plan for this mission. Her eyes were filled with shock. How could a man be allowed to send out such a confidential letter!

"That way, no one will intercept or suspect us."

"Wonderful!"

He then turned and stared coldly at Sima Lingyu: "You must deliver this letter properly to your mother!"

He nodded and stepped back. Wu Chengye was growing more and more in love with Huang Ziliang, while Huang Ziliang's eyes, which were turned away from her, were filled with coldness and disgust.

Since you're going to collude with that prince, how can I not help you properly?

However, after Sima Lingyu left, Wu Chengye still sent someone to follow him to see if he would go somewhere else.

However, he only passed by a pastry shop on his way, went in to pick up a package of pastries, and then went straight to the Prime Minister's residence.

The people at the pastry shop also received the note and passed it to the person in the shadows. Soon after, Mo Baiyun received the message.

After reading the information on the note, he found it uninteresting. His current master was not some random, ugly girl who could be seduced.

With this preventative measure in place, he'll have to be wary of all those women outside.

At this moment, Wu Ziyan just looked at her overflowing storeroom, which was glittering with gold and colorful jewels, and she couldn't stop smiling.

So this account has so many advantages! Holding a gold ingot in one hand and a luminous pearl in the other, I rubbed them on my face. Even handouts taste a little good!

When Sima Lingyu returned to the Prime Minister's residence, the servants there did not stop him when they saw that he was the second young master.

Sima Zongcheng was tapping on the table in the study, seemingly waiting for something.

The gatekeeper reported that the second young master had returned. She narrowed her eyes slightly and simply hummed in response. A moment later, Sima Lingyu arrived before her.

"Why did you come back?"

"However, the Second Prince only asked me to deliver a letter to my mother."

"You've come to deliver a message? What message are you delivering?!"

He respectfully handed her a letter. After she opened it, her expression changed from indifference to shock, before returning to normal.

"You didn't interfere in this matter, did you?"

"What is it?" He looked puzzled, but his eyes were full of sincerity, as if he really had nothing to do with this matter.

"Since there's nothing else, you can stay and have your meal before you leave."

Sima Lingyu felt a chill in his heart. If he hadn't returned to deliver the message, would he have been immediately kicked out of the house? Perhaps he would have; all the affection between family members couldn't compare to the interests in his mother's eyes.

He just didn't understand why his mother wanted to fight for it. She had already reached such a high position, why did she still want to fight for it!

He bowed and withdrew, returning to his house, which was exactly the same as before he got married, with no dust on it, indicating that someone came to clean it from time to time.

But he didn't come back specifically to deliver the message; he was just passing through and had to come back to make a show of it. He also loathed this family.

When it was time to eat, they were called away. The mother and son didn't say a word to each other while eating, their coldness making it seem as if they were eating alone.

Sima Zongcheng suddenly asked, "How are things between you and the Second Prince?"

He scoffed inwardly. Him and the Second Prince? Nothing much, nothing much. But he smiled and said, "Mother, the Second Prince and I... are doing well."

"Okay, that's good. If she does anything unusual, remember to come back and tell your mother."

He gripped his chopsticks tightly, then gently put them down: "Mother, I've finished eating. It's time to go home."

"Butler, escort the coffin to its resting place."

There was no attempt to stop her; he saw no affection in her eyes. So be it, at least he wouldn't feel bad about it later.

Wu Ziyan was lost in thought in the warehouse for a long time, so much so that he could barely keep his eyes open.

Mo Baiyun waited for her outside the warehouse for a long time before she came out. Seeing that Mo Baiyun had been guarding there the whole time, she asked with some confusion, "What is it?"

Mo Baiyun whispered in her ear, and Wu Ziyan's eyes suddenly lit up. She was thinking, there are only seven people on the list of people to conquer, could this be the eighth one?

“You follow me from the shadows. I’m going out for a stroll today, all by myself!” Wu Ziyan winked at Mo Baiyun.

Mo Baiyun saw a hint of eagerness in her eyes, but wasn't it also full of wariness and vigilance?

His intuition was quite accurate. He squinted and twitched the corner of his mouth, asking tentatively, "You didn't hear that the prince of Xiao Rong Kingdom is handsome, so you're going to take a stroll there, did you?"

Wu Ziyan was a little embarrassed that her little scheme had been seen through. She scratched the back of her head with her fingers and didn't dare to look directly at him.

He kept looking to the other side as he spoke: "No, that's not true, how could that be? Right?"

"Master!" He squinted.

"I'm going out now, remember to protect me from the shadows."

She swaggered out the door, while Qi Zexuan's spies kept a close watch on their mansion gate.

They hadn't secretly seen her portrait, and they would never have believed that this was the fourth prince of the Wu Dynasty, short and stout, a little bean sprout.

Qi Ersu gritted his teeth. How could such a person be worthy of His Highness's personal intervention! But Qi Zexuan had specifically instructed him that he could only report back to him.

At this moment, Qi Zexuan was drinking in a restaurant. He was alone in a private room, feeling bored. His naturally curly long hair was casually draped over his shoulders, with a hairpin inserted in it, the pendant of which swayed back and forth.

His exquisitely sculpted face was like that of someone who had stepped out of a painting, except that the mole on his chin gave him a somewhat world-weary look. His peach blossom eyes were vertical, and his long eyelashes fluttered. One look from him could make anyone fall in love.

A shadow appeared in the private room and knelt before him: "Your Highness Zexuan, Wu Ziyan has already left."

"Alright, bring me the clothes. I'm now the top courtesan at Zuihualou, Xuan'er!"

Zirsu: ...

Isn't it a bit too contrived for a top courtesan to wander the streets and then encounter a princess?

Once he changed into his finest clothes and tied his hair up, he was truly captivating, to the point that both men and women would kneel and fawn over him. Calling him the top courtesan was no exaggeration.

He held up a mirror and asked, "Am I beautiful?" Then he answered himself, "I'm the most beautiful, haha!"

Their servants dared not speak or laugh; even their prince was afraid of his madness.

Which direction did she go?

"Your Highness Zexuan, they've gone to East Street where you can buy food!"

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go. You guys act as the ones who take me back. She'll definitely come to save me. When you see Wu Ziyan, stab her a couple of times if you can, but avoid vital organs."

If it were anyone else, she would definitely doubt where his confidence came from, but she had great confidence in their prince.