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Chapter 417 The Wife Masters Her Husband (42)

On the way back, Jiang Zhi got out of the carriage and went to a century-old shop to buy pastries. Nan Lang stood beside her. Can be recognized at a glance.

While waiting for the shopkeeper to wrap the pastries, a young lady from the official family who also came to buy pastries beside her suddenly exclaimed.

Immediately, she lowered her voice, looked at the two with bright eyes, "Your Highness—"

She seemed to have something to say, so Jiang Zhi leaned over and asked her in the same weak voice, "What's the matter?"

The lady from the official family was only about thirteen or fourteen years old, her eyebrows and eyes were flying when she spoke, she coughed twice, and whispered excitedly, "I wish you lovers will get married and grow old together!"

After speaking, he ran away with his skirt in his hands, not even buying the cakes he bought.

Jiang Zhi was frightened, the news has spread so widely? ?

impossible……

Taking the wrapped pastry, Jiang Zhi couldn't figure out why so many people knew about his relationship with Nan Lang.

Speaking of which, apart from the people in the General's Mansion, the only one who knew about this matter was Nan Si. The others might be able to realize something, but it was all speculation, so naturally they would not spread it to the outside world.

How did this little girl, whom she had never met before, know?
Jiang Zhi frowned and thought seriously, "How could she know us?"

Nan Lang helped her carry the pastry, and he didn't seem to care about it, nor was he curious.

He said casually: "Maybe I heard it from others."

Word of mouth is not uncommon.

Jiang Zhi couldn't figure out why, and reluctantly accepted this statement.

After sending Jiang Zhi back to the General's Mansion, Nan Lang boarded the carriage back to the palace.

His own carriage is naturally not as comfortable as Jiang Zhi's, but it also has a lot more stuff, because she does it occasionally.

Nan Lang found a thin blue cloth-bound book from the hidden compartment and flipped through it. After reading a few pages, he felt dissatisfied and tapped on the table with his fingers.

"Yingzi, go to Master Chen's residence."

The carriage turned a corner, bypassed many bustling and lively streets, and finally drove into a narrow and quiet path. At the end of the road was a very ordinary courtyard.

Nan Lang went in familiarly, stood at the door of the main room and knocked twice.

He didn't intend to go in either, and said calmly at the door, "Has the new book been written yet?"

Facing the blank sheets of paper, Mrs. Chen wanted to cry, "I'm writing, I'm writing, Your Highness."

Thinking of him as a laid-back hermit, writing romantic stories on weekdays is just a pastime. Who would want to be liked by this highness, insist on writing what he asked to write, and press so hard.

Nan Lang swept his yard full of weeds, feeling a little disgusted, but on second thought, his own yard was also like this.

He didn't want to wait any longer, and simply ordered a few words.

“Last time it was okay, but it was terrible,”

He frowned: "Don't write me so badly."

In Mr. Chen's storybook, he became a love-crazed fool who could do anything by hanging himself and jumping into a river, and later broke his leg just to prove his intentions.

Mrs. Chen hehe: Just write, just write, you drove me so crazy, can't I make you worse?

This is the author's right!

However, thinking this way in his heart, Chen Fuzi responded very straightforwardly, "Don't worry, I will write it well, and the new book will definitely satisfy you!"

After writing this last book, he ran away in a hurry, never wanting to live a life of being urged to write every day.

(End of this chapter)