Looking at the maid's expression beside her, Mo Rongyan suddenly realized something.

The next moment, she quickly touched her cheeks with both hands, and she found something unusual. Especially when she touched a small bump on her face, she screamed in an instant.

"Immediately, she pointed at the maidservant beside her and shouted, "Mirrors, mirrors, bring me a mirror quickly!"

The maids bustled about, one scurried over to the carriage and climbed aboard, rummaging through it until she found a bronze mirror.

Mòróngyán peered into the copper mirror, her face already covered in red rashes. She began to scream!

Facing her own terrifying visage, she called out several times before looking at the young man. But upon seeing the disdain in his eyes, Mo Rongyan instantly covered her face and rushed onto the carriage, preventing anyone from seeing her like this.

An Xue Tang narrowed her eyes. It seemed that Mo Rong Yan still cared about what this little white face thought. However, his face was so weathered now, An Xue Tang had thought Mo Rong Yan was the type who didn't care about his appearance and never bothered to take care of his skin.

But seeing Mo Rongyan like this, An Xuetang firmly believed that Mo Rongyan not only cared about her appearance, but also greatly valued the image she projected in the eyes of the "young master."

Why would someone who cares so much about their image end up looking so weathered?

An Xuetang glanced at the little white face who was still struggling to get up, as if she had thought of something. At this moment, she curled her lips into a smile.

When the young man turned his head, he just happened to meet An Xue Tang's eyes, which were smiling yet not smiling. His heart skipped a beat.

An Xuetang's gaze was as if she could see right through him, which made his heart very uneasy.

But on second thought, no one could possibly know what he'd done, so his eyes stopped darting about.

He wanted to get up, but eleven’s stones always hit his knee the moment he tried.

It made it impossible for him to stand up.

The girl beside him was even more frightened, and burst into tears.

"Villains, you're all villains, especially you, you wicked woman!"

The girl cried out loudly, pointing at An Xue Tang with her finger.

An Xuetang narrowed her eyes. Unafraid of being accused by the little girl, she took slow steps towards her.

The girl was crying loudly, but her eyes were very calm, not a single tear fell. Where was the feeling of real sadness or fear?

An Xuetang crouched beside her. The young man next to her thought An Xuetang was going to do something to him, and immediately spoke up, "You woman, what are you trying to do? You already tampered with the Third Princess's face just now, and now you want to do something to my daughter? She is the Emperor's most beloved princess. If you dare to do anything to her, be careful the current emperor won't let you off!"

An Xuetang heard the white-faced man's voice and accent, her eyebrows raised. Was the white-faced man from Xiliang?

His accent sounded like that of Xiliang, very similar to the way the Xi Zi Ke'er he met in Beijang spoke.

Looking closely at his features now, An Xuetang felt, perhaps because of her own thoughts, that his eyes were indeed very similar to Xi Zi Ke'er's.

"Are you here today because of Xizi's plea?"

"...."

As if on cue, the moment An Xuetang unexpectedly brought up Xi Zi Panger, this dandy's brow furrowed. "So it was you who hurt my sister?"

Hearing him call himself "Your Majesty," An Xuetang couldn't help but smile. "What kind of king are you? The princes of Xiliang have never used the title 'Wang.'"

"!"

Xizi Bo was so directly exposed by An Xue Tang, his hands clenched into fists. His usual smiling face was now frighteningly gloomy.

Before he could say anything else, An Xuetang suddenly lowered her voice and said coldly:

"What do you think the third princess would do if she knew her husband had been giving her slow-acting poison all this time?"

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