The three Jiang family brothers looked at each other, threw away the annoying An Yunsha and ran over.

Zhao Ran stared blankly at Fu Sichen in the sedan chair.

He still looked at her expressionlessly, but the murderous intent was no longer in his eyebrows: "Is this how you were bullied?"

His voice was so cold that it was scary: "Huh?"

Zhao Ran shook his head and slowly lowered his head.

She didn't intend to be bullied. She originally wanted to choke. Who would have thought that he would see her.

But he was also too arrogant.

In the land of the emperor, he was sitting in a sedan chair like a master.

Fu Sichen looked at her and saw that she was silent. He thought she was scared. The coldness between his brows gradually dissipated and he waved to her:

"come here."

Zhao Ran groaned a few times and walked slowly towards his sedan chair.

Just when she was about to reach his sedan chair, a strong force suddenly pulled her up in the opposite direction:

"Fu Sichen!! What else do you want to do?!" Jiang Ruohan hugged Zhaoran, his eyes fierce: "Do you still want to bully her?!"

Zhao Ran looked at the boy holding him in shock.

On his left and right were Jiang Muchen and Jiang Qianwu who rushed over in a hurry. The three young men shared the same hatred and wanted to tear the man in front of them to pieces.

A cold light suddenly appeared in Fu Sichen's eyes, and he stared at Jiang Ruohan's hand holding her, without saying a word.

He never interacts with people unnecessarily.

Ting Xin stepped forward, holding his scabbard with one hand. The few people seemed peaceful, but in fact there was a turbulent undercurrent:

"What's wrong with our master being invited by the emperor to be a guest? Don't your three highnesses know?"

The three teenagers looked at each other with ugly expressions on their faces.

As a person whose power is almost equal to that of his father, Fu Sichen would often invite him as a guest to facilitate communication of "feelings". In the past, it was Zuo Zhaoran who came, but Zuo Zhaoran has never been so arrogant.

Fu Sichen came back with sufficient momentum.

"Since you are here as a guest, you must act like a guest. What's going on with this knife?"

Jiang Ruohan pointed to the hidden weapon on the ground: "Are you using it to hurt someone?" After a pause, he glanced meaningfully at the child in his arms:

"You still want to use coercion and inducement. Let us, Yuan Bao'er, go with you?"

Fu Sichen looked at him coldly, not even bothering to open his mouth.

At this time, Zhao Ran, who was nestled in the man's arms, spoke: "No, brother."

She looked at Jiang Ruohan and said softly: "They helped me."

...Everyone was stunned and looked at this cute girl.

Jiang Ruohan was also a little surprised: "Help you?"

"Yeah!" Nodding obediently, Zhaoran stepped down from Jiang Ruohan's arms, pulled out the hidden weapons on the ground one by one, and handed them to Ting Xin:

"Thank you, brother Tingxin."

Ting Xin was a little at a loss, so she reached out and took the hidden weapon into her hand. She was a little shy and said, "Thank you, Miss. I'd like to trouble you to hold something hurtful. It's my slave's fault."

"I would also like to thank you. If you hadn't hit An Yunsha with a stone, she would have slapped me. I wouldn't have been able to avoid it."

She looked up at him and smiled at him: "You are so awesome."

Tingxin was startled, and his face suddenly turned red: "No, no..."

Zhao Ran turned to look at Fu Sichen, like a little adult, tilting his head and looking at him helplessly.

He is always like this, he doesn't explain when he is misunderstood, and he will always be misunderstood.

Thinking of something, she took out the last wrapped red bean paste bun from her sleeve pocket. She originally planned to give it to her mother, but——

"Here you go." She stretched out her hand and handed it to Fu Sichen.

At this moment, Fu Sichen's ink-like eyes burst out with some tiny light, and he suddenly pulled her into the sedan.
Chapter completed!