After being reborn, I became the apple of my enemy's eye.

Chapter 121 Pre-selection of a Husband

She was still looking at the tools in Jing Yue's hands, and even when they fell, she didn't panic at all.

outside the house.

Qing'er's voice came from inside the courtyard.

"Sir? You, what are you doing in the courtyard?"

Qing'er's voice immediately entered the room. When Yan Yun heard the word "sir," she thought of Zheng Jihua and immediately looked at Jing Yue.

Jing Yue did not immediately let go of Yan Yun. He pulled Yan Yun into his arms, held Yan Yun's waist with one hand, and took out a piece of black cloth from his waist with the other hand, and immediately stuffed it into the spot where Yan Yun had stepped into the air.

He held Yan Yun and slowly slid down until they landed on the ground.

Zheng Jihua, drunk, ran into Yan Yun's courtyard and, acting somewhat like a drunkard, pushed open the door, saying, "What are you doing standing here? I want to go in and see."

The door that was damaged last time hasn't been repaired yet. Yan Yun looked at Jing Yue in front of him and realized there was nowhere to hide inside the house.

The sound approaching the door.

Yan Yun looked at the bed, then reached out and grabbed Jing Yue's hand, pulling him directly onto the bed.

Caught off guard, Jing Yue was pulled off balance by Yan Yun and fell onto Yan Yun's bed.

Yan Yun took off her outer garment and climbed up, then pressed Jing Yue to the side and covered him with the folded quilt.

She was holding the blanket in her hands.

The door was pushed open instantly, and Yan Yun peeked out, closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep.

Zheng Jihua stumbled into Yan Yun's room. When he saw the white eagle on the screen, he was stunned. He leaned closer and knocked on it, and the white eagle immediately spread its wings towards him.

"How come there's such a thing?"

Qing'er followed them into the room and saw Zheng Jihua extending his hand to Bai Ying. She immediately explained, "This is a gift from the young master of the Lu family to Miss."

Upon hearing that it was a gift from Lu Shan and his gang, Zheng Jihua examined the white eagle closely and withdrew his hand, which was about to pinch it.

"Those guys from the Lu family shouldn't send anything that could harm Ning'er."

"Yes, the white eagle is very close to Miss, and Miss likes it very much."

Seeing Qing'er say this.

Zheng Jihua closed his eyes, shook his head, and gave Qing'er some instructions.

"You all keep a close watch on her at all times. She's still a beast. If she hurts the young lady, none of you will survive."

After he finished speaking, he opened his eyes and moved closer to Yan Yun's bedside.

Qing'er whispered a reminder, "Master, Miss is already resting. Should we wake her up?"

Zheng Jihua raised his hand and hissed.

He didn't blame Qing'er for being talkative; he just came to take a look.

Outsiders all say that Zheng Jihua is lucky and has had a stroke of good fortune, actually marrying a general's daughter.

But who knew that it was Zheng Jihua who truly benefited the Lu family? Having his daughter with him was a blessing Lu Mingyuan had earned.

Zheng Jihua plopped down in front of Yan Yun's bed.

Yan Yun was startled by the sound. Her head was sticking out of the blanket, but she didn't dare to open her eyes. Jing Yue was hiding behind her.

Yan Yunming wasn't sure if it was obvious enough. What if Zheng Jihua found out?

Although Yan Yun didn't want Zheng Jihua to get his way, she also didn't want Zheng Jihua to discover Jing Yue's presence here. She told herself to stay calm and not to lose her composure as long as Zheng Jihua hadn't discovered it yet.

Zheng Jihua turned to Qing'er and the other maids and directly instructed them, "You all go out and wait, don't stay here and get in the way."

Qing'er immediately bowed, "Then, sir, would you like me to bring some hot tea?"

"Get out of here."

Zheng Jihua's tone was impatient.

The maids immediately tugged at Qing'er's sleeves and led her out.

The door was pulled shut from the outside, leaving Zheng Jihua alone in the room once again.

The smell of alcohol emanating from him was so strong it almost hit Yan Yun's face.

What surprised Yan Yun even more was that he directly put his hand under the blanket.

Yan Yun felt the blanket suddenly being pulled back, and the cold air that rushed in made her realize something was wrong.

She could clearly feel Zheng Jihua's hands come in as well, his hands groping around inside the blanket.

Yan Yun immediately stepped back, but bumped into Jing Yue next to him.

She could only remain still.

Zheng Jihua reached under the covers and grasped Yan Yun's hand. Looking at Yan Yun's face, she immediately smiled.

He sat directly in front of Yan Yun's bed and touched Yan Yun's face with one hand.

"My lovely Ning'er." He started babbling like a drunkard.

Yan Yun felt as if thousands of insects were crawling on the hand that Zheng Jihua was holding.

His other hand was clenched into a fist, as if he wanted to break free.

On this joyous day for Zheng Jihua, why would he go to his room instead of looking for Lu Lan? What was wrong with him?

Yan Yun squinted and secretly saw Zheng Jihua staring at his face.

His intoxicated appearance made Yan Yun close his eyes again.

Zheng Jihua reached out and stroked Yan Yun's forehead. "Ning'er, Father has thought it through. Father will definitely find you the best match. The person you met in the back garden today is the current Third Prince. Ning'er, spend some time with him and see. If you don't like him, just tell Father and stop associating with him. If you like him, then Father will do everything in his power to help you take that position."

Which seat should I sit in? Which seat, what seat?

Yan Yun did not understand.

The shock Zheng Jihua brought her was now more than just a little. The Third Prince, such a distant title, she never dared to even think about it, and such a frivolous person was actually the current Third Prince.

What is Zheng Jihua thinking?

What kind of relationship do I have with him?

Yan Yun's mind was filled with doubts.

But Zheng Jihua let out an untimely burp.

His hand gently touched Yan Yun. "Ning'er, my lovely daughter, marrying Lu Yan means nothing, but marrying into the royal family is different. You will be recorded in history, and people will remember you for thousands of years. Everything your father does is for you. Your father will prepare everything for you. Just focus on growing up."

Zheng Jihua finished speaking to himself.

Someone knocked on the door.

Qing'er immediately relayed the message through the door.

"Your new wife has sent someone to invite you over."

The person who came was from Lu Lan's side. Zheng Jihua's hand landed on Yan Yun's face and gently touched it.

Yan Yun suppressed his nausea, while Zheng Jihua stood up with satisfaction and walked out of the house with firm steps.

He instructed the maids, "Ning'er is asleep, so don't disturb her."

Once the door was closed again, Yan Yun immediately pulled back the covers and ran to the basin of water. She wiped every spot Zheng Jihua had touched with the water over and over again.

Jing Yue sat up in bed and saw Yan Yun's bed. He immediately realized what was happening and jumped off the bed.

Too reckless.

He looked at Yan Yun, wondering what would happen if they were discovered.

The fear of what has already happened will vanish in an instant.

But for him, it was even more shocking news.

That is, the Third Prince actually came to the courtyard.

The Emperor's three princes were forbidden from leaving the palace by imperial decree, so why did he come to Zheng Courtyard?

Jingyue saw the box placed next to the desk.

Looking at the exquisite carvings, the craftsmanship must have been done by a master artisan.

This thing definitely came from the palace.

Jing Yue saw Yan Yun and asked, "May I open this box and take a look?"

Yan Yun replied nonchalantly, "If you like, you can take it with you."

Hearing Yan Yun open the box without a care, Jing Yue didn't open it. He watched as Yan Yun kept washing his hands, almost to the point of being sickly.

Why be so insistent on cleaning her? If she didn't like being around people, her reaction wouldn't have been so strong when I touched her earlier.

He looked outside and realized that Zheng Jihua did indeed dote on this daughter.

He looked away, turned around and took Yan Yun's hand. He looked down at her hand, which was already red from rubbing.

"Stop, it's already very clean."