Damn it, Yang Ruoqing suddenly thought of something, it felt like she was shot while lying down.

"I was having dinner with my friends in a restaurant earlier, and suddenly I met Han Ruyi." Mu Zichuan's voice continued to sound in the carriage.

"Because we met twice and talked to each other twice at banquets before."

"In addition, she said she didn't have dinner either, so we invited her to have dinner together out of politeness."

"After dinner, my friend was in a hurry and left first, leaving a carriage for me."

"Han Ruyi said that when their master and servant came out, they did not bring any carriage or horses, and begged me to send them back. Out of manly manners, I could not refuse, so I had the companions you saw."

Mu Zichuan patiently explained word for word, clearly explaining the cause and effect.

Yang Ruoqing understood and nodded.

"Zichuan, if you drop the master and servant in the middle of the journey and send me back, Miss Han must have a problem with you." She also became serious and said.

Mu Zichuan smiled, looking indifferent.

"Since ancient times, loyalty and justice cannot be balanced, so giving this carriage to someone will naturally be biased," he said.

The implication is that if I choose to send you Yang Ruoqing, I will definitely offend Han Ruyi, and there is no way to take care of both.

Yang Ruoqing understood what he meant and said: "She is a young lady from the Taishi Mansion, and the emperor is her uncle."

"You have offended her. Aren't you afraid that she will go to her aunt and uncle to say bad things about you, and the emperor will give you little shoes to wear?"

Hearing her question, Mu Zichuan raised his eyebrows.

"His Royal Highness, the current King of Qi, is wise and powerful, and he will definitely not offend me for a trivial matter." He said.

"Hey...so confident!" she said.

Talented people are so confident. King Qi cherishes talents like gold. This is indeed a fact.

Otherwise, Mu Zichuan and Luo Fengtang would not be able to stand out with their own abilities.

"Miss Han likes you." Yang Ruoqing was still gossiping about this matter.

Muzichuan was surprised for a moment, then shook his head, "That's her business and has nothing to do with me."

"You nerd!" Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but want to poke his forehead with her hand.

He raised his hand in the air and took it back again.

This action is what Luo Fengtang is used to doing.

Luo Fengtang is her husband and Mu Zichuan is a friend. It is better not to do anything too intimate.

She took back her hand, sat there, and continued: "If you send me back like this, Miss Han will probably put the blame on me."

Muzichuan turned his gaze back from the hand she withdrew, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

But a light smile appeared on his face: "No, Miss Han and I are innocent."

"You and I are also innocent. Besides, everyone knows that you are Luo Fengtang's wife." He said.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I hope I'm overthinking it, but my godmother sent you a message when I came to the capital this time. Do you want to listen to it?"

Mu Zichuan glanced at her and said, "If you are urging me to get married as soon as possible, you'd better stop saying it."

"Why? My godmother is doing this for your own good. Now that you have a successful career, you can consider starting a family," she said.

Muzichuan shook his head, a little impatient.

"I know you all do it for my own good, but I have my own plans." He said.

He turned his head and looked at the street scene flashing past the car window. The light passed over his face, and the light inside the car was dim.

His face flickers in and out, making people feel that his heart is covered with many things that cannot be seen through or figured out.
Chapter completed!