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Chapter 66 Invited by the Dean(1/2)

Chapter 66 The Dean’s Personal Invitation

"It should be soon."

Mu Shangshu was not sure, but he felt that Yun Lingxiu would not give up.

"When she comes, let her give us one hundred thousand taels."

Please tell me first if you want to come over to subsidize the dowry.

The eldest lady spoke fiercely.

"One hundred thousand taels? That dead girl Mu Yiyi has one million one hundred thousand taels now. How can one hundred thousand taels be enough?"

The old lady's appetite is even greater. Although she won't come all of them, she must not take advantage of them.

"It's a pity that the one I married was not Ran Ran."

The eldest lady sighed and said distressedly:

"Ran Ran is in a bad mood, and her face is covered with pimples in the morning."

"What did you say?"

Mu Shangshu hasn't seen Mu Ranran today, so he really doesn't know about this.

"Ran Ran, she cried most of the night yesterday?"

The eldest lady said angrily, why didn't they inquire more about it at that time.

"There's something growing on her face? Have you let the doctor take a look?"

Mu Shangshu had a bad premonition in his heart. He thought of Mu Xiangxiang's inexplicable poisoning. Could it be that Ran Ran was also poisoned?

"Ah, she said it's okay, no need."

"How do you, a woman, become a mother?"

Seeing that Mu Shangshu was suddenly angry, the eldest lady seemed to have thought of something, and her face turned pale:

"Sir, what are you saying? But, she got married yesterday. Ran Ran has never seen her alone."

"Yes, that bitch Mu Yiyi got married, but didn't Ran Ran get over too?"

There was a bang, and the eldest lady staggered, her mind going blank.

Mu Yiyi, that bitch, she still took action against her precious daughter?

Damn it, she shouldn't have been soft-hearted. Wouldn't it be better to kill that scourge as soon as possible?



When Mu Yiyi returned to her home, she met people from Nanyang Prince's Mansion on the way.

"Princess Ming, my princess has invited you."

Mu Yiyi didn't expect to be stopped, but she still went over.

"Yiyi, aunt heard about Chenzhi, don't worry, he will be back in the afternoon."

Princess Nanyang was afraid that Mu Yiyi would be worried, so she directly told her the purpose of calling her over.

"Auntie, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Mu Yiyi was very touched by Princess Nanyang's thoughtfulness, but she couldn't do anything about it now.

A clever woman can't make a meal without rice, and she can't cure a disease without medicinal materials.

"Auntie, I may have to go out in a few days. King Ming's poison also requires some special drugs. Maybe there will be an unexpected harvest then?"

"Really? Will it really happen?"

Princess Nanyang is extremely anxious now.

There was no treatment for Xue'er's illness before, and she was afraid that her daughter would leave at any time.

Now she finally has a prescription, but there are no medicinal materials, and she has trouble sleeping and eating.

After all, it had been so many years, and she was worried that something might happen to her daughter.

"Of course, but I can't say whether I can find it or not. I've already told my uncle and he will ask someone to help keep an eye on it."

After all, my uncle is a businessman and knows many people, making it easier to find him.

"Okay, Yiyi, I'm sorry to trouble your uncle."

Princess Nanyang's nose became sore with excitement. She only hoped that her daughter could get married normally and have a child.

"It's fine."

The two talked for a while before Mu Yiyi went home.

Prince Ming was at his residence. When he saw her coming back, he raised his eyes:

"Is mother okay?"

Um, this... Your Majesty, that is my mother, not yours. Are you too into the drama?

We are a contract, a contract.

"fine."

"I heard that Tatsuyuki was expelled from school?"

Damn it, who is so perverted? How long did it take for it to spread throughout the world?

"Um."

"Let them send this over."

King Ming threw away a notebook.

Mu Yiyi raised her hand to take it, opened it, and her eyes lit up:

"This is……"

It was actually an invitation letter from Qiyun Academy, signed by the dean himself.

Mu Yiyi suddenly remembered that the first time she met King Ming, he was at Qiyun Academy.

"Your Majesty..."

"Um?"

King Ming raised his eyebrows, his eyes turned cold, and he stared at her with cold eyes, as if if she said the wrong thing, he could...

"Husband."

Seeing that someone's expression had really softened, Mu Yiyi secretly complained, maybe King Ming just liked hearing those two words?

"Husband, do you have anything to do with the academy? Is it possible that Tatsuyuki didn't have to drop out of school?"

Those who can get the dean's signature should still have some respect.

"no the same."

King Ming said calmly: "This way he has nothing to do with Shangshu Mansion."

"Besides, such a small hardship should be nothing, right?"

Mu Yiyi was speechless at what King Ming said.

This little tribulation was indeed nothing to Mu Chenzhi.

The one who feels the most pain right now should be Mu Shangshu.

You drive people away with your front kick, and they come back with your back kick.

Moreover, the pomp is even greater.

People don't care about your reputation as a minister.

"happy?"

Seeing Mu Yiyi's curved eyebrows, King Ming's eyes softened a little.

"Well, I'm very happy."

When Mu Shangshu was uncomfortable, she was happy.

However, Princess Nanyang still needs to inform her, so there is no need for her help.

wait

"By the way, husband, there are a lot more refugees in the capital. Is there something going on outside?"

Although Mu Yiyi knew what would happen, she couldn't say anything.

If she said such an advanced thing, wouldn't she become a monster?

But if you can give a warning in advance, maybe it can attract the attention of the court and save a lot of deaths.

"I'll tell them to pay attention."

Refugees? In fact, he had noticed it for a long time, but he didn't expect that Mu Yiyi would actually care about this.
To be continued...
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