Transmigration: Prince, Step Aside

"If she says no, then no."

Hearing him say so, the woman was relieved. "Mi-zi, apologize to uncle."

The little girl who was called Rice Maker muttered as her eyes fell on the windmill in Mu Zhihuan's hands.

Mu Zhihuan acted as such, generously handing over the windmill: "Come, I'll give it to you, but ah, the clothes you gave uncle were so dirty, what should you say?"

Mi Zi carefully took over the windmill, and then secretly glanced at Jiang Zisu. "Um … Uncle, I'm sorry. "

Hearing that warm and gentle voice, Mu Zhihuan was reminded of her own childhood friend.

She rubbed his head and said, "You're a good girl." "Alright, return with your mother. Be careful next time, it's fine if you run into someone, don't break it."

The lady did not expect Mu Zhihuan to have such a good heart. Her eyes reddened, and she quickly thanked him.

Mu Zhihuan waved her hand to show that they were all mothers.

As he watched the two's back figure intimately leave, a look of gratification flashed past Mu Zhihuan's eyes. He turned around just in time to see Jiang Zisu looking at him with an extremely complicated gaze.

"Is there something on my face?"

Su Jiang shook his head: "I am just thinking of you in the past, when I faced Ran'er, I would neither hit him nor scold him. Now you have changed so much."

Mu Zhihuan scratched her head in embarrassment.

"Erm, do you want to go to the river and have a breather to sober up?"

Although Jiang Zisu looked rather normal now, Mu Zhihuan felt that he seemed to be quite drunk.

"Sure."

After following Jiang Zisu around by the river for a while, Jiang Zisu suddenly opened his mouth: "Do you know, as a member of the imperial family, I was born to represent my rights, and then naturally became an object to be used."

Mu Zhihuan was originally watching her children put on lanterns, she didn't expect him to suddenly ask such a heavy question.

Just as he was thinking about how to answer Mu Zhihuan, he opened his mouth again. It was as if he didn't expect Mu Zhihuan to answer at all:

"When I had memories, I had no Mother, so after the Weak Crown, I was immediately chased out of the palace and moved into the Prince Lee's Mansion."

Looking at the rivers of Juan, a complicated look flashed across Jiang Zisu's eyes:

"At first, I thought that my Mother lost in this battle before I even saw her. Unexpectedly, she didn't want me at all, she wanted to strangle me the moment I was born, but the midwife wasn't able to stop me. After that, when my midwife went to call for help, she hanged herself."

Mu Zhihuan listened attentively, and now she finally understood why Jiang Zisu had suddenly become so strange.

So it was because he knew of his background.

"Now that I think about it, what I have done to Ran'er is even more excessive than what my Mother has done to me. It's no wonder why he doesn't like me so much …"

Seeing the faint smile on Jiang Zisu's lips, Mu Zhihuan felt very dejected, but she didn't know how she should comfort him for a moment.

He just stayed silent and let Jiang Zisu continue speaking.

The two of them walked from dusk to dusk. Jiang Zisu had been surrounded and beaten up by other princes, and he had told them everything after meeting the gentle Yang Qiuyu.

Mu Zhihuan just listened quietly without saying a single word. She felt that Jiang Zisu just wanted to let his emotions out of his mouth.

It didn't matter whether she said it or not.

At this time, Mu Zhihuan finally understood why Jiang Zisu was so indulgent towards him.

In his life, Yang Qiuyu was the first person who did not ask for anything else, and was good to him.

By the time the two of them returned to the Duke Palaces, it was already very late. When Mu Zhihuan arrived at the entrance of the Palace, he saw Yang Qiuyu anxiously waiting for him.

Mu Zhihuan looked at Yang Qiuyu deeply. The worry in her eyes was not fake.

"He's drunk. Take him back to rest."

Throwing down this sentence, Mu Zhihuan replied with her own 'Lanting Pavilion' without even turning her head back.

That night, Mu Zhihuan slept a little unpeacefully. It was as if something was pressing on her.

Therefore, she woke up early in the morning when no one called out to her.

Tuanzi was very obedient and stayed in the yard outside to learn new moves taught by Shen Zhiqiu.

Mu Zhihuan rubbed her swollen temples and yawned to the Madam Lady, telling her not to wait for him. She had something to do and had to go out.

However, when Mu Zhihuan agreed to buy him toys, candy man, and a small drawing book, Tuanzi was still very happy to see Mu Zhihuan off.

After swearing at the little ingrate in her heart, Mu Zhihuan pinched Tuanzi's face and rushed off to the 'Chanel' after buying so many things.

In any case, Jiang Zisu, who didn't want him to know anything about opening a shop the most, was already aware of it.

Mu Zhihuan decided to not wear her veil anymore.

Everyone was startled when she appeared in front of them.

No one would have thought that the owner of this makeup shop would be so good-looking.

Mu Zhihuan looked at the astonishment in everyone's eyes with satisfaction. Seems like the face of her previous self was really useful.

"I'm here to fulfill my promise. I want to let everyone see the results of our month."

With that, Mu Zhihuan called for the Xiaohe.

When the Xiaohe stood in front of everyone, even Hua Song, who had been looking for trouble this whole time, was stunned.

Honestly speaking, based on the things that appeared on Xiaohe's face before, everyone was certain that she had to be disfigured.

But now, not only was there no damage to his face, but he didn't even have a mark on him. It could be said that it was a miracle that he had recovered to such a state.

"I believe everyone also saw that the thing on Miss Xiaohe's face is gone …"

Before Mu Zhihuan could finish her sentence, Hua Song spoke out first: "The thing on her face is gone, but she has indeed used all of your family's belongings to become like this. We won't allow you to start again until this problem is resolved. "

The women who were originally on the same side as Hua Song had already become mostly silent after seeing Xiaohe's face.

It was just that they rarely grew up like the Xiaohe. Now, rather than berating Mu Zhihuan, they wanted to know how Mu Zhihuan made the pimples on her face disappear.

Mu Zhihuan rolled her eyes at Hua Song: "Will you die if you listen to my words?"

"After the incident with Miss Xiaohe, I realized that we, who opened the shop, did not do our job well."

"Regardless of whether it is fat paste or powder, remember to wash your face clean every night after using them."

After Mu Zhihuan said this, she had someone to carry over a table full of Xiaohe's makeup.

"Look at this powder, it's so thick on your face and it still hasn't been washed clean. How can you not have pimples?" A woman must treat her own face well. In order to prevent her skin from becoming rough and to prevent pimples from growing on her skin, you must remember to wash it clean. "

"But …"

A girl asked weakly, "If you wash yourself hard, it will be very painful."