Chapter 12 The Secret of the Mansion of Duke Mu

Shuo Ling froze for a moment and then couldn't stop laughing. "Well, you are so funny." "Funny?" Yang Zijin clenched her teeth, creaking, "You are abnormal!" Shuo Ling laughed more and more wantonly, only feeling that he liked Yang Zijin so much and couldn't help but hug her and kiss her again. Yang Zijin wiped her inflamed lips in disgust. The more she thought about it, the worse she felt. She didn't know what happened to her, and everyone came to make trouble with her! She remembered... "Do you know anything about the Princess Royal and the mansion of Duke Mu, Shuo Ling?" Shuo Ling's eyes flickered slightly, and his voice is a little hoarse, "What did you call me?" "Well... I'm sorry, Your Lordship." "Call my name later." The corners of his mouth were slightly raised. "It sounds very pleasant." Yang Zijin felt speechless. This guy really had the potential to be a flatterer! Seeing Yang Zijin's impatient appearance, Shuo Ling kissed her again for a long time. He didn't stop until he wanted to do more. Then he sat on the bedside with her in his arms. "Today, did someone from the mansion of Duke Mu come to admit your identity?" "How did you know?" Yang Zijin was surprised for a moment, and then she thought that as a Marquis, it would be abnormal if he didn't know anything. Shuo Ling pinched Yang Zijin's nose. Even though she always dodged, he still played a childish game with her again and again. "I am not sure whether you are the child of the Princess Royal, but Duke Mu is prudent and law-abiding. Besides, he admires highly respected people. I don't think it's wrong. But..." "But Mrs. Mu and the Third Prince have other purposes, right?" "Perfect." Shuo Ling bowed his head with a kiss on Yang Zijin's forehead. He was enchanted this time, and even lost his soul to such a wild cat-like girl. He would miss her very much if he couldn't see her for a quarter of an hour. She initially agreed that she would go to his home at midnight, but he couldn't meet her for a long time. He couldn't help coming over, just knowing that the heartless woman was sleeping. No wonder the ancients often said that passion was in deep without origin. "But what are their purposes?" Yang Zijin couldn't understand, "Mrs. Mu disliked me very much, but she rushed to me so directly to admit my identity. She even wanted to tie me into her house to be a young lady. Was she crazy?" "Did she dislike you and even tie you?" Yang Zijin urged him, "Don't interrupt me. I'm saying it seriously." Shuo Ling said two words lightly, "Beg me." Yang Zijin really wanted to know, so she had no choice but to say, "Please, tell me what you know." "Actually, they couldn't lose their mind. Mrs. Mu, whose name is Li Mingzi, had low status at birth. She was not only the daughter of a humble family, but also the daughter of a concubine. At that time, she got married just as a concubine after your mother died. Only when she gave birth to a son and a daughter, could she be the hostess." Then Shuo Ling stopped, just staring at Yang Zijin eagerly. Yang Zijin frowned and urged him, "Please go on." Shuo Ling pointed at his cheek, hinting Yang Zijin to kiss him before continuing. Yang Zijin grimaced. When Shuo Ling lost his mind, she jumped lightly and escaped to the other side of the room. Kissing? Why not hold him up? God! It didn't matter if he didn't say anything. When her elder brother came with his subordinates, she would know everything she wanted to know. Shuo Ling looked at Yang Zijin, with deep eyes. He was so lucky that he met such a treasure without paying anything. "Wait." Yang Zijin stared at Shuo Ling, "Your Lordship, the Third Prince and Mrs. Mu are birds of the same feather. They must be purposeful to be close to me. Why are you suddenly so nice for me? For what?" Shuo Ling was speechless. She was really an ingrate! "Call my name." "Marquis!" "Call or not?" This time, it was Yang Zijin who was speechless, "Shuo Ling..." "I'm alone and idle. I don't want to be a crown prince or an emperor. What can I get from you?" Shuo Ling chuckled, coming in front of Yang Zijin again while talking. He grabbed her slender waist and threw her on the bed, "I just want you." "Wait!" Yang Zijin hurriedly reached out her hand to stop him. "Crown prince? Emperor? What they want is military power!" Shuo Ling chuckled, "Little fox, stop thinking more and go to sleep." "I have slept enough. You can sleep alone!" "If you are very energetic, how about sleeping with me?" "Get out here!" "What did you say?" Yang Zijin quickly laughed obsequiously, "Please sleep, sleep..." Shuo Ling's wide sleeve gently flapped, extinguishing all the candlelight in the room in a moment. Huddling in the corner, Yang Zijin was frightened much. Did he want to force her? Just thinking of here, she was carried to bed by a strong hand. This hand was as hot as a stove, grilling her and making her blush and her heart beat fast. However, Shuo Ling really fell asleep. It was peaceful all night. Yang Zijin felt ill at ease, so she didn't fell asleep until the sun was already high in the sky. When she woke up again, Shuo Ling had left already. She took a long breath. It was good that he left. "You can't go in, Little Lord! Today we have a rest!" "I'm looking for Yang Zijin!" The voice was sharp. Yang Zijin rolled her eyes as soon as she heard it. How did Mu Yunong come again? But, Little Lord?