Portable Space: The Peasant Princess

"You can let him go if you want. Tomorrow at noon in the east alley, let King Annan come to see me. Otherwise, I can't guarantee the young prince's life."

When she finished speaking, the person had disappeared from the spot, and Murong Hua disappeared with her.

Murong Xiang was so angry that he almost broke his silver teeth.

What to do now? If his father knew that he had watched his third brother being taken away by Gu Panxia, ​​would his father not be able to pluck out his own skin?

The more Murong Xiang thought about it, the more anxious he became. The more anxious he became, the more his hatred for Lu Yuan and Gu Panxia deepened.

He secretly gritted his teeth and ordered: "Come here, quickly go to Prince Annan's Mansion and inform the prince that Lu Yuan has captured the young prince!"

He had already thought about it. When his father blamed him, he would say that Lu Yuan took him away.

Didn't Murong Bai say that Gu Panxia was very powerful? It's fair to say that he can't defeat her.

Thinking of this, Murong Xiang's anxious heart suddenly relaxed a little.

He wished that Murong Hua would die in Lu Yuan's hands. His father's love for his third brother meant that he had to fight to the death with Lu Yuan!

He thought carefully and wanted to stop the soldier from informing him, but he also thought that there were so many pairs of eyes watching here. If his father knew by then and he didn't report what he knew, there would definitely be no good end, so he couldn't. Just give it up.

He snorted coldly and told the soldiers: "You must guard the Lu Mansion for me. If there is any trouble, you must inform me."

After all the soldiers agreed, he put his hands behind his back and walked away swaggeringly.

In the palace of Prince Annan.

In a piece of green bamboo, a handsome young man was standing with his hands behind his hands, looking up at the white clouds blowing in the sky.

At this time, a woman dressed in elegant yet dignified clothes walked over with gentle steps.

The young man seemed to hear the noise and turned around suddenly. When he saw the person coming, a gentle smile appeared on his originally pale face.

"Mother, why are you here?"

This person is none other than the eldest son of Annan Palace, Murong Jian.

And that woman was his biological mother and the current Princess Annan.

Although Princess Annan is in her fifties, she looks as if she is in her thirties because of good maintenance. She is still as radiant as ever.

"Alas! Jian'er, your father... I'm afraid it won't work. I came here today just to tell you, leave the capital as soon as possible before it's too late!"

After Princess Annan finished speaking, she handed the packed gift to Murong Jian, held his hand and said, "It's just other things. It's a burden to bring too much. Here are a few changes of clothes, and Some silver coins and a carriage have been prepared for you. When it gets dark, you can go to the back door and there will be a carriage waiting for you."

Murong Jian frowned and pushed back the salute in his hand, "Mother, I won't leave. What will you do if I leave?"

He doesn't live long anyway, he will die sooner or later, so what does he have to fear?

Princess Annan wiped her tears with a handkerchief and choked with sobs: "Jian'er, my mother is only a biological son like you. If anything happens to you, how will you let your mother live?"

Murong Jian still shook his head, "If you want to go, let's go together. If you want to stay, then stay together. Mother knows the child's temperament!"

"If mother leaves, it will definitely arouse your father's suspicion. You listen to mother and leave as soon as possible tonight."

"I heard that Young Master Lu has returned to the capital. Now your third brother has fallen into his hands. I'm afraid that tomorrow, the Great Zhou Dynasty will be in chaos, and it will be too late to leave by then!"