Regardless of everything else, the Queen has lived in the Juanshu Courtyard after all, and her reputation is there, so a high-ranking official such as Prince Zhenning has nothing to say. If there is a rumor that he insists on taking over the place where the Queen once lived, then what will happen?

There is no place to display the old face.

So, the matter was dropped.

Now, this pair of evil mother-in-law and ugly girl who appeared out of nowhere can actually live in the "Juanshu Courtyard"?! In fact, everyone can't help but let their imaginations wander.

The identities of these two people cannot be as noble as the queen, right?

Beichuan, Nanzhao Mausoleum, plus more than a dozen large and small princes and counties, it is impossible for an old woman with such a Yaksha appearance and such a big background to be unknown.[

"Jiu Mei, please tell Third Brother honestly, what is the identity of Miss Shangguan?"

Shang Qingting asked in a roundabout way. After all, Shang Qingluo brought Xiang Xue back. Maybe he could get some useful information out of this way.

Shang Qingluo's face suddenly darkened when he heard this, with a hint of embarrassment and gloom. He was in a bad mood and said in a somewhat irritable tone: "Third brother, your question is really... I believe no one wants to know more than me!"

The tone of voice was full of complaints.

Miss Bao Jiu, the merchant, was obviously a little unhappy. Especially when a "friend" whom she thought she knew well suddenly turned into a completely invisible stranger, her indignation became even more obvious.

Deliberately or unintentionally, intentional or unintentional, she ignored one thing. From beginning to end, the relationship between the two was originally just a "transaction", a very fair transaction.

"Friendship" is not very reliable, especially when it involves certain fundamental interests. It is a very illusory existence. Shang Qingluo can't understand it, which means that after several years of hard work, it has not been retained in the girl's heart.

Some cute ideas totally worn out.

The owner of the castle has made it clear that he will not allow anyone to cause trouble again. The group of passionate young people gathered at the gate dispersed in twos and threes and went to do whatever they needed to do.

Chen Xie, the old shopkeeper of the Thirteen Doors, has a fluttering white beard and his eyes are strong and thoughtful.

A boy in charge of the entrance hall ran over hesitantly, rubbed his hands, his eyes wandered a little, and glanced at the still shivering man lying on the ground: "Master shopkeeper, look at this..."

It was nothing more than seeking an explanation for the disciples who died at the foot of the mountain.

After all, the incident happened in front of the Merchant Fort, and the relatives of the deceased had to give a catchy explanation no matter what.

Chen Xie's white eyebrows twitched and he sighed: "Inform the accountant to allocate some silver to their families. If there are young and old to support, double the amount."

"What name do you want?"

"Just say that you have done a good job in protecting the fortress, don't mention the rest."

The boy in the chapel lowered his head and saluted. Those deceased disciples had usually met him and nodded. Although they were a little sad now, they didn't say much and just accepted the order and left.

This is the world of Jianghu, a naked and violent world. People are not in Jianghu, so they don’t know Jianghu. People who are in Jianghu, can’t even see Jianghu clearly.

Chen Xie didn't let the news get out, not because he wanted to protect Shangbao's face, but because he was thinking about those poor disciples. After all, who in the world would only laugh at those disciples for being ignorant. What's worse, no one in the world would listen to it.
Chapter completed!