After transmigrating the book, the petite villain became my puppy hook

When Mu Qiaoxi woke up leisurely, she saw the top of the bed with carved lotus flowers, covered with light blue bed curtains, and the candlelight was much softer.

This is her bedroom?!

But didn’t she meet the prince at the dyeing shop in the suburbs?!

Mu Qiaoxi touched the back of her head. There was still a dull pain there due to blood stasis, but now she not only had a headache, her nose was also blocked, and her body was burning. Was she suffering from cold?

Hongxiu was wringing out the handkerchief soaked in ice water. When she walked in, she saw Mu Qiaoxi had woken up and was sitting on the bed with a confused look on her face.

"Miss, why are you up? You are a little frightened, and the evil wind has entered your body and made you cold. Please lie down and rest quickly, but don't get blown by the wind again."

Hongxiu anxiously tucked Mu Qiaoxi back into the quilt and hurriedly wiped Mu Qiaoxi's forehead with a cold handkerchief.

With the handkerchief covering his forehead, Mu Qiaoxi finally let out a long and comfortable sigh. Only when his head gradually became clearer did he remember anything.

"What happened yesterday? Why did I wake up and get home right away?"

Could it be that she was drunk? She didn’t remember drinking?

Hong Xiu took off the handkerchief and recalled, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince asked people to send you back. He carefully concealed your whereabouts all the way. He also came back through Jiaomen when he returned home. Don't worry, no one saw you."

Hongxiu pursed her lips and placed the re-ice-soaked handkerchief on Mu Qiaoxi's forehead.

Mu Qiaoxi leaned on the bed thoughtfully and rubbed the back of her head, which was still painful.

Evil wind entering the body? Thinking of Si Shaoqing's uncertainty...it's really too evil.

At the same time, Mo Yan was under the corridor outside the door, carefully watching the weak charcoal fire under the medicine stove.

On the first day of the new year, he stood in a dark corner of the wall where no one else could see him, and reported everything about the secret meeting between Mu Qiaoxi and the prince at the dyeing workshop in the suburbs.

"Master, Miss Mu Da is a double-dealer. She is helping you on the surface, but secretly, she has a relationship with the prince."

Mu Qiaoxi's behavior in the dyeing workshop, in Chu Yi's view, meant that she had surrendered to the prince and wanted to be used by the prince. For Mo Yan, it was the biggest threat at present.

After Mo Yan listened, he didn't stop fanning his hands to stimulate the fire.

On the first day of the new year, I was anxious, and I didn't care about my dignity, so I lowered my voice and urged.

"Master, Mu Qiaoxi is now a problem for you. If you don't remove your bowels every day, you will be in danger. Don't be so kind as a woman!"

After saying this, Chu Yi felt a little regretful. Mo Yan had always acted harshly and decisively, but today he overstepped his bounds again.

"Okay, why not?" Mo Yan said slowly while taking the medicine out of the jar.

On the first day of junior high school, I thought I was dreaming, and when I was about to accept the order happily, Mo Yan poured cold water on me.

"Go to the palace tomorrow and ask my father to confer you the title of prince. If you are so smart and work hard, in three to five years, you might even have a fiefdom and become a prince."

On the first day of the new year, listening to these venomous cynicism, he knelt beside him with a mournful face.

"My subordinate knows his mistake and will never dare to speculate on his master's thoughts in the future."

Mo Yan put the medicine into the box and snorted coldly: "I have made up my mind about who Mu Qiao Xi is. If you dare to act rashly again, I won't be able to spare you."

On the first day of the new year, Mo Yan disappeared around the corner and walked quietly to Mu Qiaoxi's room.

Seeing Mu Qiaoxi, whose cheeks were still weak and pale, leaning on the soft cushions, looking like a sick cat without claws, Mo Yan smiled and took out the medicine.

"How unafraid is the eldest lady? From now on, we must walk more lightly to avoid making the eldest lady faint again."

Mu Qiaoxi had no intention of quarreling with Mo Yan right now, so she threw him a knife and drank the concoction in the bowl in one go.

Hongxiu wiped her mouth distressedly: "Miss, you need to have a good rest for a while, and you must not work too hard anymore."

Mu Qiaoxi listened and sighed helplessly: "I can't rest. The prince will give me a heavier job. He wants me to embroider a python robe on his birthday next month."

Mo Yan was slightly surprised that Mu Qiaoxi didn't shy away from him and mentioned the prince?

Mu Qiaoxi mentioned it not unintentionally. This matter was not as simple as making a python robe. If she didn't find a strong back-up, she might really die.

Hongxiu was shocked, python robe?!

"The dragon robes and python robes worn by the Holy Emperor and His Highness the Crown Prince were all embroidered by the embroiderers overnight and took more than ten days to complete! These are all minor matters. How could His Highness the Crown Prince ask you, Miss, to do it!"

Mu Qiaoxi rubbed her forehead helplessly: "I don't know what the prince's thoughts are, but this is already a done deal. If we can't do it or make trouble, we will have to wait for our heads to move."

"My embroidery skills are not good, and now I have to embroider such a difficult python robe. Alas... I can only give it a try. Hongxiu, go check out the materials used to embroider the python robe and send them over as soon as possible."

Hongxiu was worried: "Miss... you are not in good health now, and you have to bother to embroider the python robe. I'm afraid your body won't be able to bear it."

Before Mu Qiaoxi could speak, Mo Yan on the side spoke.

"Whether the young lady's body is good or not, we can't make a date with her in a python robe."

Both of them looked at Mo Yan in surprise.

"The peacock feather thread required for the python robe cannot be found on the market at all. Even the emperor or prince must go through the Ministry of Rites documents and go through multiple approvals before they can get the required amount."

When Mo Yan spoke, his tone remained calm, as if he was just stating an insignificant matter.

He was naturally angry. Didn't Mu Qiaoxi have a private meeting with the prince? Why should he worry about the peacock feather line?!

Mu Qiaoxi didn't know what kind of anger Mo Yan was feeling right now, but she knew that he would never lie to her by talking nonsense.

She was so anxious that she breathed in the cold wind, and kept coughing as she tried to lift the quilt and get up.

Hongxiu tried to stop her but couldn't, so Mu Qiaoxi pushed her hastily.

"Hurry and get your clothes and follow me to my father's study. The cold wind is nothing. If my head is on a knife, I will die of illness."

Hongxiu anxiously asked her not to say anything unlucky, while she put on her cloak and walked out of the room.

Mo Yan took the time to put away the bowl of soup, as if he had breathed out a sigh of relief, with a smile on his lips.

There's something good to watch now.

Mu Qiaoxi was supported by Hongxiu and staggered to the study.

Hearing that Mu Qiaoxi was ill, Mu Zhen had been worried, but he could not take time out from his official duties to visit her. When he saw Mu Qiaoxi, he quickly signaled that she did not need to salute.

"Xi'er, you don't feel well. You should have a good rest in the house."

Mu Qiaoxi spoke at every opportunity.

"It's really urgent. I want to see my father, but I don't dare to take care of myself."

Mu Zhen nodded happily: "Xi'er has finally grown up. It's a pity that my father has suffered many setbacks in the court recently. Today, he was impeached by the Minister of Rites, saying that our family's personal relationship with the princess was not in line with etiquette. These sarcastic words

Confucian scholars are really..."