C27 The Little Prince

"Yes." The man agreed coolly.

Soon after, the curtain of the carriage was lifted.

Mu Wuxin followed behind the man. Just as she was about to stand up, she felt her legs go weak.

The man hastily supported her. "Esteemed wangfei, there's still so many people here. Is it a bit inappropriate for her to throw herself into her husband's arms so impatiently?"

Beiming Junlin went close to her ear and whispered to her.

A warm air sprayed on her earlobes, causing Mu Wuxin's body to tremble uncontrollably!

Mu Wuxin sneered. This was probably the man who would be most willing to do what she did!

However, on the surface, he feigned shyness as he spoke, his tone carrying a bewitching allure, "Your highness, I didn't do it on purpose!"

Her soft voice didn't sound forced at all, but it made people want to put her on the spot.

The man's eyes turned darker as his throat tightened. Although this wangfei of his looked extremely bashful on the surface, she seemed to speak in an unrestrained manner and was bold on the outside.

After the two of them got off the carriage, they walked towards the palace gates. When they arrived at the main hall, Mu Wuxin discovered that both the dregs' crown prince and Ye Wanqing were already there.

"This son greets Royal Father."

"Chenqie pays her respect to Your Imperial Majesty."

When Mu Wuxin arrived at the main hall, she only greeted the Emperor with a small bow, not kneeling to him.

Of course, Mu Wuxin knew. With her status, if she saw the emperor, she would have to kneel, but she wouldn't!

In her entire life, besides her own parents and master, she had never knelt down to anyone else!

When the Emperor saw this, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, but he still didn't say anything.

"No need for formalities." The Emperor said to the two men below.

Ninth Prince was honored, but that didn't mean that Mu Wuxin was honored as well.

Mu Wuxin's actions had successfully aroused the displeasure of many people, including Ninth Prince's birth mother, Imperial Consort Xiao.

"Come, sit."

After the Emperor finished speaking, someone took a chair to the side.

Mu Wuxin walked over and sat down without a trace of politeness.

Beiming Junlin, on the other hand, did not show much emotion on his face as he leisurely said, "This son thanks Royal Father."

Beiming Junlin walked to the side and sat down. He glanced at Mu Wuxin with his deep gaze. He knew that this woman must have done it on purpose again.

After a while, Mu Wuxin felt that it was extremely boring and she found an excuse to go out.

Not long after she left, another gaze followed her out …

After Mu Wuxin left the main hall, she went into the garden to get some fresh air. Inside, there were all sorts of pleasantries and pleasantries between ministers and princes. Mu Wuxin felt bored listening to them.

As she was walking, Mu Wuxin suddenly saw a little boy wearing a crescent-shaped robe. He was sitting on a small wheelchair, quietly looking at the scenery in front of him.

No one served him in the surrounding area. Mu Wuxin walked towards him curiously, "Little Prince, why are you here?"

"How did you know I was Little Prince?" Elder sister, who are you? " Seeing that Mu Wuxin had suddenly appeared in front of him, a look of confusion appeared on Little Prince's face.

"Are you not a prince?" The corner of Mu Wuxin's mouth curled up into a faint smile.