Black Witch Petting Husband Strategy

Chapter 162: The Zhan Palace Has No Shortage of Cattle and Horses

Feng Ling drove the carriage happily, secretly rejoicing in her heart: It's finally my turn to name someone else! She couldn't help but mutter softly:

“Wang Hua…hahaha…Wang Hua…”

Facing Feng Ling's laughter, Ni Nanai completely ignored it. In fact, this name suited her exactly, as if Hua Yu'er had been reborn. Feng Ling found this more and more interesting, so she asked curiously: "Sir, are you not angry?"

However, Ni Nanai did not answer.

Feng Ling continued to talk to herself:

"I've discovered that since that damn little cat was locked up in the little dark room, the young master seems to have lost his temper. Hehe... Wang Hua, Wang Ba... Hahaha..."

Feng Ling kept showing off and couldn't stop smiling.

"Are you happy?" Ni Nainai lifted the car curtain and asked in a flat tone.

"It's okay, hahaha..." Feng Ling sat in the carriage and let out a hearty laugh.

"Bang!" Ni Naina suddenly kicked Feng Ling hard on the back.

Feng Ling was caught off guard and was kicked out of the carriage, falling heavily into the grass on the side of the road. At the same time, the carriage also stopped because of this sudden change.

"Ouch - Master, why did you kick me? It hurts so much." Feng Ling asked with a frown and a bitter face while rubbing her butt.

Ni Nainai still sat in the carriage and said slowly: "It's good that I didn't kick you in front of Prince Zhan. If you dare to give me a random name again, you will be a toad!"

"Yes, I know I was wrong, and I will never make such a mistake again, sir. Ouch—" Feng Ling was seen crying out in pain as she got on the carriage with difficulty.

"Do you really want to endure this pain?" Ni Naina asked coldly.

"No, no, no, don't, hehe..." Feng Ling's face changed drastically when she heard that, and she quickly changed her words.

You know, how could a man with such martial arts skills as him get hurt easily?

……

Qin Hanmo and his companions rushed back to the Zhanwang Mansion without stopping. As soon as he stepped into the mansion, he anxiously asked the doorman whether the national teacher had returned. After learning that the national teacher had not returned yet, he could not help but frown.

At this moment, Fanghua came like a breeze, holding a scroll in her hand.

"Your Highness, the painter has completed the portrait." She reported in a tender voice, with a hint of excitement and anticipation in her tone.

Qin Hanmo's eyes flashed with anxiety, and he quickly reached out to take the scroll, then carefully unfolded it. However, when he saw the person in the painting clearly, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows:

Isn't this the prince he just met? But no matter how he looked at him, he couldn't believe that this elegant and imposing person in front of him could be a woman...

Qin Hanmo's thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the scene of their encounter. If this person was really a girl, then she would have arrived in the capital by now. Could it be that she came here specifically because of his upcoming marriage?

Thinking of this, a complex emotion surged in Qin Hanmo's heart, and he slowly walked into Prince Zhan's palace with the scroll in his hand.

Fang Hua, who was standing behind him, saw the expression on her master's face and was puzzled. She couldn't help but ask:

"My Lord, what's wrong with you?"

Mu Sixiu shook his head, indicating that he knew nothing either, and then followed Qin Hanmo into the mansion.

"What's going on?" Fanghua stood there with a puzzled look on her face.

……

"Your Highness, what should we do with Miss Yanzhi?" Mu Sixiu asked softly.

"Drive them out of King Zhan Ning's mansion immediately." Qin Hanmo made the decision with a cold look in his eyes and without any hesitation.

He knew very well in his heart that this woman's origins were unknown, and in the illusion, the master knew that she was the woman in purple. He never had the slightest mercy on such a person.

However, Mu Sixiu hesitated for a moment and continued:

"But... she doesn't seem to want to leave Prince Zhan's Mansion, and says she is willing to serve the prince here." Qin Hanmo sneered, thinking that he was already accustomed to these tricks.

"Prince Zhan's Mansion has no shortage of cattle and horses, so there is no need to do this. If she insists on staying, then send her to the Imperial Master's Mansion and let the Imperial Master make the decision." After saying that, Qin Hanmo walked straight to the desk and sat down. He picked up a memorial and began to read it carefully.

"Yes, sir." Mu Sixiu bowed and responded, then turned and left, ready to act according to the prince's instructions.

After Mu Sixiu left, Qin Hanmo threw the memorial on the table, put his hand on his forehead and sighed slightly, feeling extremely upset...