Transmigration: Prince, Step Aside

When she met Mu Zhihuan's dark eyes, a chill suddenly rose up in Yang Qiuyu's heart.

She was so flustered that she didn't open her eyes. She bowed and said, "Elder sister, you're finally back. Your highness is really worried."

"Oh ~ is that so?" I thought someone wouldn't want me back. "

Yang Qiuyu trembled and forced a laugh, "What …" How could that be, big sister is gone … The entire palace is filled with anxiety. "

Mu Zhihuan gave a slight smile that had no meaning to it. "Does that include you, little sister?"

"Naturally." Yang Qiuyu's face was extremely pale as she lowered her head, not daring to look at Mu Zhihuan's face.

"Is that so?"

Mu Zhihuan could not be bothered to pay any more attention to Qiu Yu Ning as she threw down these unknown words. She brought Seventh Madame and walked towards the Orchid Pavilion.

Looking at Mu Zhihuan's back, Yang Qiuyu tightly held onto her palm. This damned woman had actually come back alive!

In the courtyard, Yang Qiuyu's expression was solemn. Her usually well-behaved face was now filled with malice.

"Didn't you say you were looking for the best killer?" Why did she come back alive! "

Xiao Cui knelt on the ground, terrified: "This servant doesn't know … However, when he woke up this morning, he saw a bag on the dressing table. Inside the bag was the money we gave him … Madam, he's returned the silver back. Is he trying to sell us out? "

Yang Qiuyu was about to die from anger, "Shut up! You still have the nerve to say that? Let's see what you are looking for! "

"Slave …" This servant did not know that he would go back on his word! "

"You! "Now go and bring me that brocade from the palace along with my agate dowry. Later, come with me to the Orchid Pavilion."

Hearing that, Xiao Cui quickly advised: "Madam, that cloud brocade was bestowed by the Emperor, and there is only one of it in all of Dawei. There is also that Agate, the Madam herself is unwilling to wear it, how can I let that ugly woman get away with it!"

"You're still talking! If the person you're looking for isn't reliable, why would I bother showing good will to that cheap trash? Right now, the most important thing is to know if she has anything up her sleeve that can be used as a countermeasure. "

"Then... This servant will go and prepare it now. "

When Yang Qiuyu brought Xiao Cui to the door of Lan Ting Xuan, she unexpectedly saw two sentries standing at the door.

Just as he was about to enter, he was stopped by a guard.

Yang Qiuyu frowned, "What do you mean?"

"I am sorry, Mistress Yang. The Prince has ordered that from now on, Orchid Pavilion will not allow anyone to enter."

Xiao Cui stepped forward and pushed the guard: "What kind of attitude is this! My wife goes in to see the wangfei, do you want to invite her? "

The guard did not move, only repeating the words he had said before in a monotonous voice.

Yang Qiuyu's face was ashen as she stopped Xiao Cui, "Then go and report that I am here to see elder sister."

Not long after, the guard came running back. "I'm sorry, Mistress Yang. The wangfei left early in the morning, and there's only the crown prince and Seventh Madame in the courtyard."

"You!" Xiao Cui wanted to go up and start cursing, but was stopped by Yang Qiuyu: "Then I'll have to trouble you to report back to me when elder sister comes back."

On the way back to the main courtyard, Xiao Cui looked disgruntled: "Madam! If you did not stop me, I would have gone up to tear that guard's mouth apart! "

Yang Qiuyu glared at Xiao Cui in annoyance, "Shut up! It's more than enough to do things badly. Those people dare to openly disobey me. Isn't that enough to say that they have the backing of a prince? You're still making trouble! "

Ah!" Xiao Cui then reacted, she covered her mouth: "Sorry Madam, I was just trying to help you.

"Alright, alright. You can leave now. I want to be alone."

Yang Qiuyu waved impatiently, turned around and locked the door.

A figure was already waiting in the room. "It looks like you've been sitting too comfortably in your seat with Mistress Yang. Have you even forgotten who you are?"

Yang Qiuyu quickly kneeled on the ground, "Qiuyu wouldn't dare."

That person laughed, "Why do you not dare! You actually dare to touch that person. Do you know that if something were to happen to that person and you are the only one, your entire family will not be able to withstand it! "

"Sir Underworld Envoy, I beg your pardon for Qiu Yu's injustice. Qiu Yu never knew it would turn out like this. Qiu Yu just wants to complete Master's mission as soon as possible."

"Huh? Do you remember your mission? Master already knows about your foolish actions, but Master is willing to give you another chance. This time, if you fail again, Master can make you look even more ugly than you did before. "

Yang Qiuyu's palms were covered in sweat, "Yes..." Qiu Yu will definitely live up to Master's expectations. "

Actually, Mu Zhihuan really didn't want to go out. After all, she had just experienced such a thing.

His family was very attached to him, but his shop and Wu Miao had been left behind for days.

She could not be at peace without going to see for herself.

Thus, when Mu Zhihuan arrived at Wu Miao's house, she saw a whole yard full of makeup.

"This is …" "What's wrong?"

When Wu Miao saw Mu Zhihuan, he happily pulled her into the room like a treasure, "Zhihuan, you're finally here! I've invented the eyeliner that you spoke of!"

"Really?" Mu Zhihuan was overjoyed. This Wu Miao was too powerful!

He only had one thought when he said 'eyeliner' and he only told her what it was for.

He actually figured it out by himself.

"Look!"

As she spoke, Wu Miao took out a bamboo tube that resembled a pen holder. As she opened it, Mu Zhihuan saw that it had the same structure as a modern eyeliner.

The tip of her thin nose drew on her arm. It felt even softer than the eyeliner she had used before.

After they left in a slightly cooler manner, Mu Zhihuan pushed them with her hands, but they did not seem to be in a bad mood at all.

Mu Zhihuan's eyes lit up. "Heavens, you're too awesome! How is this made? "

Wu Miao was a little embarrassed by the praise, "I thought about the technique you mentioned, which was able to ink from the ink, and I feel that it's not impossible."

I used the powder from the thrush Dai Lan to mix it with the fat paste that was usually the least likely to disperse, and then I boiled it in a small fire on the wok. During the cooking process, I added silk into the wok, and let the silk absorb the ink fully, then dried it and put it into the pen, sealing it.

Mu Zhihuan was completely dumbfounded. "Oh god, you really are a treasure! How much you can do with this thing, I want to make it amazing. "

"As long as you are satisfied."

Since someone liked his work, Wu Miao was naturally very happy. After that, he even showed Mu Zhihuan the set of makeup pens that Mu Zhihuan had mentioned to him the last time they came here.

It was good to say that this was ancient times. Without polyester fiber, everything was truly animal hair. Holding it in one's hand made one feel that it was different.