Transmigration: Prince, Step Aside

"But it's been so long, and you still haven't figured it out? I don't believe that Prince Li, who holds great authority in the imperial court, is such a useless person. "

Mu Zhihuan felt that Jiang Zhisu was extremely hypocritical. "If we're honest, I don't need you to give me the so-called 'explanation'. So don't interfere with Ran'er's life either."

Mu Zhihuan supported her little head which was swaying due to being trapped. With a hoarse voice, her sharp gaze revealed a little helplessness, "Let's not make things difficult for anyone else."

Seeing that she was about to leave again, Jiang Zi Su's heart tightened and he called out in a low voice, "Mu Zhihuan!"

The low voice seemed to be talking to him, and even his usual domineering attitude was gone.

Mu Zhihuan's footsteps paused. She turned around and saw that under the setting sun, a complicated expression had appeared on the overweeningly arrogant Jiang Zisu's face. It was a look of regret, but also a look of self-blame.

Mu Zhihuan cast a sidelong glance at the small ball that was sleeping soundly on her shoulder, then she narrowed her eyes. For the first time in a long time, she looked into Jiang Zisu's eyes, and her hoarse voice was filled with fatigue. "Jiang Zisu, no matter if it's Ran'er or me, I've given you a chance."

With that, Mu Zhihuan left without looking back.

The only one left was Jiang ZiSu, who looked at their backs with an uncomfortable feeling in his heart. It was as if he was missing a piece.

What Mu Zhihuan said was right. He had already figured out what was going on. Otherwise, he wouldn't have rushed over to help her out even though he knew Mu Zhihuan had set up the show in the morning.

He had suddenly changed his attitude towards Mu Zhihuan, which was why Yang Qiuyu felt uneasy and did such an outrageous thing to Mu Zhihuan. This could not be blamed solely on Yang Qiuyu.

He had not only betrayed Yang Qiuyu, but he had also indirectly harmed the innocent Jiang Qinggran.

Jiang ZiSu walked into the palace tiredly. Under the setting sun, all that was left was a lonely shadow.

"Seventh Madame, come and help."

Returning to the 'Orchid Pavilion', Mu Zhihuan felt that her feet and hands no longer belonged to her.

"What's going on?"

Seventh Madame hurriedly came out and took the ball before putting it on the bed. Seventh Madame then helped Mu Zhihuan, who was putting the things on the bed, to massage her shoulders.

"Esteemed wangfei, you've been out of the manor day after day. If you keep going this many times, there'll be people gossiping about you."

"Someone?" Is it Yang Qiuyu? "

Seventh Madame said with a grunt, "Of course, it's not just Lady Yang. Many servants say that you are going out …" "Go out and have a private meeting with other men …"

Mu Zhihuan had already heard these words from Jiang ZiSu and Yang Qiuyu many times, so she appeared to be very calm.

"I got it, Seventh Madame Ran will be staying at home tomorrow. Seventh Madame, you must remember that no matter what Yang Qiuyu says, you always use my absence as the reason, and you don't allow her to come in, right?"

Seventh Madame nodded in understanding. "Esteemed wangfei, you seem to be very interested in makeup recently?"

This was not the first time that Mu Zhi had brought back so much makeup. "Now that the capital has opened a powder shop called Chanel, Princess, you can go and have a look. According to the women in our family, their things are quite novel and their prices are very fair.

Upon hearing about her store, Mu Zhihuan's interest was piqued. "Seventh Madame, those female servants, did they say that 'Chanel' is not good in any way?"

She frowned and thought for a long time before saying uncertainly, "I've never heard that it's not good. The only bad thing is probably that there are too many things. The girls are all dazzled and don't know which one to buy."

"In the past, they would buy makeup of the same color, but once they arrived at the Chanel store, it would basically be a 'series' and 'series'."

Seventh Madame frowned. "This shop's name, 'Chanel', feels very strange. What's the relationship between Chanel and Nell?"

He secretly laughed to himself. This could be considered as Mu Zhihuan's obsession. Who told her to be unable to afford Chanel in the 21st century? That was why she had been so satisfied with this world and wanted to become the founder of Chanel.

However, from what Seventh Madame said, 21 century oneself see so many makeup bloggers video really did not watch in vain.

Although he hadn't learned such a great makeup technique, it was enough in this era.

"I understand. Thank you, Seventh Madame. Seventh Madame, you go down first. I'll clean up myself later."

Although Seventh Madame agreed, she turned around and entered the kitchen to prepare some food for Mu Zhihuan.

For the past few days, Mu Zhihuan had to play with her makeup for a long time every day. Seventh Madame didn't understand this, so she could only do her best to help Mu Zhihuan so that she wouldn't have to work so hard.

This Shen Zhiqiu was really punctual. He arrived at the prince's mansion early the next morning and entered the Blue Pavilion without alerting anyone. This nearly scared Seventh Madame to death.

When the guard at the door heard Seventh Madame's surprised cry, he hurriedly ran inside. Looking at Seventh Madame who was still in shock, he asked, "What happened?"

Mu Zhihuan let out a dry cough and stood in front of Seventh Madame, blocking her way. "It's alright. Seventh Madame and I are having fun."

The guard looked suspiciously at Seventh Madame, who just so happened to meet Mu Zhihuan's gaze. She hurriedly waved her hand and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing. You guys go busy yourselves."

Only after seeing that someone had left did Seventh Madame pat her chest with lingering fear and look in the direction of Mu Zhihuan's bedroom. "Royal Consort …" "What's going on?"

With an awkward expression, Mu Zhihuan told Seventh Madame about the matter of how she wanted to learn kung fu:

"This is Ran Er's master. In order to not be discovered by the prince, he had no choice but to secretly come here. Seventh Madame, don't be afraid. He isn't a bad person."

"So that's how it is." Seventh Madame let out a long sigh and immediately thought of her earlier loss of control.

"Then I'll have to make a cup of tea for Master to apologize to him. I don't want him to be careless when teaching Ran'er."

Looking at Seventh Madame's busy back, Mu Zhi felt quite awkward. Did this assassin need tea? Even boiled water was wasted, alright?

"I didn't expect that you would have a guard here."

Shen Zhiqiu walked out of the bedroom with a small ball in his hand. With a playful look, he looked at Mu Zhihuan, teasing, "It seems like you're not as miserable as that little fellow described."

A fake smile appeared on Mu Zhihuan's face. "Please teach Ran'er how to learn. Everything else has nothing to do with you."

"Yo, how come you don't know what's good for you?" Shen Zhiqiu clicked his tongue. "Forget it, kid. First, let's give Master a horse stance."

The little chick pecked its head like rice pecking. "Okay!"

Then, Mu Zhihuan watched as the little clump swaggered into a horse stance, looking like it was about to fall.

"You can't do this horse stance, so you have to use some strength on your legs and then use your little fart. The stock has to go down a bit, so that the lower half of the body is strong and stable. "