Who's taking advantage of whom

  Maple nodded repeatedly, her eyes filled with a worshipful light. "Miss, you're thinking ahead as always. That's right, if it were someone else, they'd definitely try to sneak someone in to snoop around."

  Ming Yu Kong lowered her head, curved her lips into a smile, and her long eyelashes covered the fleeting melancholy in her eyes. The spoon stirred the porridge in the bowl with a gentle, rhythmic motion.

  Where is thoughtful, this is doing undercover for too long, occupational habit.

  To put it bluntly, when she was an undercover agent, from the perspective of the underworld and the bad guys, wasn't she just a traitor?

  The past twenty years of life, still can't forget all at once. At times when I'm not paying attention, it always floats up in my mind.

  She let out a soft sigh and took a sip of porridge.

  This porridge has a smooth texture, neither hard nor mushy. One sip and you can tell it's been simmered over low heat for at least two hours.

  In this era, there were no timed electromagnetic stoves or electric cookers. Everything was cooked by people who stayed up to stew them.

  Having such days, what else can she sigh about?

  She looked up and glanced at Feng'er who was serving dishes, thought of what happened before she got drunk yesterday, and asked:

  "What time did you come back yesterday? Did the young master return too?"

  As soon as this matter was mentioned, Feng'er's face wrinkled up, and she spoke with indignation:

  Yesterday, the servant took a carriage and came back to see that the entrance of Zui Xian Lou was in chaos. I hurriedly went to look for you, Miss. As a result, I saw Tan Chubby with blood all over his head.

  The crown prince saw the slave and immediately grabbed her onto the carriage and rushed back to the palace. Not long after, Tan's father brought him to the door to ask for punishment.

  The king found out and was furious, ordering the crown prince to apologize to Tan Chubuzi. The crown prince refused, and as a result, he was beaten with twenty large sticks by the king and locked up in a woodshed.

  When Fang Er shouted "Tan Shihua" and called him "Tan Baozi", Ming Yulian knew that Ming Yuqin must have told her about it.

  That Tan Shih-hua, he deserved to be beaten! Ming Yu-chin smashing his head was letting him off easy!

  If it were her, she would definitely kick his ancestors!

  Let him be a eunuch with a heart but no power for the rest of his life!

  She hastily finished the porridge in her hand and instructed, "Maple, pack up these untouched dishes, pastries, and porridge into food boxes. Let's go take a look at the young master."

  "Okay," Fang Er replied in a crisp voice, and then remembered the scene she saw last night, couldn't help but curiously ask: "Miss, how did you end up returning with Rong Shizi yesterday?"

  As soon as it was mentioned that Rong Yi, Ming Yuqiong's head had a bit of fire, thinking that he had just flown away with a whoosh, and she was still waiting for him to come back, she put down her chopsticks on the table and hummed:

  "I'm telling you, I don't know how I ended up coming back with him either, it's like I've been cursed or something!"

  Maple disagreed: "Although Maple doesn't know why Miss followed Rong Shizi to the mansion, but Rong Shizi sent you back, that should be a good thing, how can it be bad luck?"

  All the women in the Yuan State would be so envious that they wouldn't be able to sleep if they knew that Rong Shizi had sent Miss back yesterday.

  Ming Yu Kong looked at Feng Er's yearning expression and thought of the respect and admiration that people here had for Rong Yi, and she couldn't help but shiver all over.

  Forget it, she still wants to live for a few more years.

  Last night, as soon as I touched her belly, I knew she had internal energy. Later on, if I wasn't careful and discovered that she was a foreign spirit, wouldn't she be caught and burned to death as a monster?

  She thought of last night, and she looked down at her hands again, as if they still had the smooth texture and warmth of Rong Yi's clothes. A strange feeling rose in her heart, and she couldn't help but wipe her hands on her clothes, wanting to get rid of that feeling.