Back at Prince Ning's mansion, Ning Xi asked Ning Yi, "Where are the remaining seventy people?"

Ning Yi stretched out his hand and blew a secret whistle, and a group of people suddenly appeared on the wall of Prince Ning's mansion and in the surrounding alleys.

"Meet the little prince!" Everyone walked to Ning Xi and half-kneeled in salute.

Ning Xi nodded: "Get up!"

"Give you three days to bring the old lady, the third master and the fourth master out of the palace. Except for the dowry, they are not allowed to take anything from the palace. Anyone who refuses to obey will be beaten until they are satisfied, or they will be thrown out."

Ning Xi paused and continued to Ning Yi: "All those unfaithful servants in the palace are also cleaned up together."

Ning Yi and the others had been suppressed for so long, so naturally they were happy to do such a thing.

"Don't worry, master, we will do it well!"

"Spring, you arrange a separate yard for Zhang Che and his mother to live in." Ning Xi then instructed Spring again.

Spring nodded with a smile, "Slave obey!"

"Tonight, you should have a good night's rest. If the Zhang family or others come to you tomorrow, don't bother, and the matter with Lishu will be settled by this king. You can stay at the palace with peace of mind." Ning Xi said to Zhang Che and the two.

Zhang Che's mother saluted Ning Xi gratefully, "Thank you for your kindness, little prince!"

She has long been disappointed with that man, and even full of hatred. If it wasn't for her son, she would have done it on her own.

Now that her son believes in Prince Ning, she is also willing to believe that this place will not be the same tiger's nest as the Censor's Mansion.

"You're welcome, Madam, you can treat this place as home in the future!" Ning Xi had a good impression of Zhang Che's mother, who was a strong but not cowardly woman.

"it is good!"

Spring took the mother and son to the new yard, and Ning Xi took Luo Yinhuang back to the bedroom.

"Are you going to take a bath with this king?" Ning Xi picked up the nightgown and asked jokingly, looking at Luo Yinhuang.

Luo Yinhuang picked up his change of clothes and went out, "Thank you for your kindness, no need!"

Ning Xi just asked casually, turned around and entered the room.

After taking a shower, Ning Xi used her profound strength to dry her hair, and half leaned on the bed to look at the information on the relationship between the Ministry of Industry and the Ministry of Industry that Ning Yi sent over.

When Luo Yinhuang came back from outside, his hair was already dry.

"Aren't you afraid that people outside will say you?" Luo Yinhuang climbed onto the bed and looked sideways at Ningxi.

Ning Xi put down the information, "If I dare to do it, I am not afraid of being told by others. What's more, I have never thought of restoring my former notoriety. I think it is good, let them spread it as they please."

A bad name is always better than a good name. With the current situation of Prince Ning's mansion, only being more vicious than others is the best defense, otherwise, you will only be bullied.

"This king has always believed that fist is the greatest truth!" she added.

Luo Yinhuang's deep eyes looked at Ning Xi through the thin warm light. At this time, her beautiful face also softened a little, peach blossom eyes were full of water with a shallow smile, and her whole body was arrogant and confident. Like it can deceive people.

"There will definitely be a lot of memorials for you tomorrow."

Ning Xi shrugged indifferently, "It doesn't matter, anyway, this king is not going to go to the morning court tomorrow, the emperor will hold him down."

Based on the emperor's love for her and his dislike of Zhang Yushi today, Ning Xi concluded that the emperor would definitely take this matter lightly.

"Go to sleep, tomorrow, the king will go to the Ministry of Engineering early in the morning." Ning Xi lay down the information on the pillow, turned on the light, then reached out and hugged Luo Yinhuang, resting his head on his shoulder, and rubbed it. .

Luo Yinhuang's body froze, and he gradually relaxed after Ningxi heard even breathing, his eyes were as deep and complicated as ink.

He sighed softly and closed his eyes.

It was the first time that he had been hugged and slept in this way since he was a child. He didn't feel disgusted or stretched out his hand to strangle him. Habits are a terrible thing.