Pretty Consort: Prince, Don't Run away

They really did come!

Xi Mengyao listened to what the Madame Yun said, and only smiled slightly, which was not surprising at all.

If she couldn't say it, she would just ask for help. If she couldn't find help, then why was she trying to crush him in a battle of attrition?

"Eldest Miss, please!" The servant girl beside Madame Yun pointed outside.

Seeing that Madame Yun was already waiting outside, she also stretched out her arm and said half-heartedly: "Alright, I'll go there later."

The Madame Yun had no interest in tangling with her, so she could only wait until she was in front of the Prime Minister.

The prime minister had always disliked his eldest daughter, so she didn't dare to speak up in front of him. This time, she would head over first, and once things came to a conclusion, she wouldn't have the power to reverse the situation.

As she thought about it, she turned around and glanced at the chef, "Listen up. When you're in front of Master, you must treat that girl with more respect. Don't be like before!"

How could the chef not understand her meaning? She hurriedly nodded her head and said, "Please do not worry, Madam!"

Xi Mengyao was still in her room. The ancestral hall was more than half the Prime Minister's Mansion away, so it was quite tiring to walk over there.

If she were to leave now, it was highly likely that she would not even get into any small talk. Wouldn't that ruin her painstaking plans?

As he thought about it, he walked around the house, went out to the yard and played with the birds, and stayed there for a while before he went out.

When they arrived at the ancestral hall, they saw three rows of guards standing outside, carrying sabers. All of them had dark expressions on their faces.

"It's pretty serious." Xi Mengyao muttered, she did not care about anything else, and walked into the ancestral hall.

Upon entering, he saw the Prime Minister standing in the middle of the ancestral hall with his hands behind his back. Madame Yun was waiting on him and his eyes were red.

Xi Mengyao understood and laughed: "Your daughter greets father."

When the Prime Minister heard what she said, he turned around and coldly glanced at her before saying, "Damned girl, why aren't you kneeling down!"

This time, Xi Mengyao did not refute her and found a cushion to kneel on.

"Master, don't be angry, it's not worth it for your body to be angered to death. This child must have some sort of trouble, otherwise how could he beat the kitchen maid to such a state? Our Prime Minister's Mansion has never had such a malicious child before!" Madame Yun said to the Prime Minister who was standing at the side.

Hearing her words, Xi Mengyao finally noticed that the kitchen lady was also by her side. She had her head lowered and was also kneeling down, but she was slightly out of breath and probably said a lot of things.

Seeing Xi Mengyao look over, the kitchen lady also raised her head and sneered at her.

Xi Mengyao shook her head and kneeled down on the ground. Her back was ramrod straight.

How could she have any difficulties? She only thought that Mengge had married out, and that she could fly! As expected, the Prime Minister's' following 'had almost caused him to choke on his words.

Madame Yun lowered her head, and said in a low voice: "Mengge is her sister, she... "You can't be so heartless …"

As he spoke, he took out a handkerchief and wiped his tears.

The Prime Minister became even angrier upon hearing it. How could he not know that Xi Mengyao had been scolded by the Third Prince Staff, and had lost all face for his Prime Minister's Mansion?!

Xi Mengyao was clearly here, but not only did she not advise her to do so, she had even incited the flames of war.

As he thought about it, he became even more agitated, took out a wooden staff from the side, and threw it in front of Xi Mengyao. The wooden staff streaked through the air, making a 'swoosh' sound. If it were to hit a person …

Madame Yun watched on from the side and nearly laughed out loud. She was pleased with herself, as expected, when she saw the prime minister, she was speechless.

"Wretched girl!" Do you know your crime! "

The Prime Minister scolded angrily. This was no longer an inquiring tone.