Father, who is both a heir and a descendant, is still biased; the bound system has gone berserk.

From Ying Yufu's vantage point, she could see a group of people searching for something in the valley below.

The man didn't say anything about "otherwise," and his voice gradually faded into the distance.

However, Ying Yufu seemed to be deep in thought, and looked down at the bloody hand that was grabbing her ankle.

At this moment, the Crown Prince and his entourage caught up. Seeing her standing still, they were about to ask her something when the eyes behind the Wushuang mask sharpened, and he rushed towards Ying Yufu.

"Sister Wushuang, it's alright." Ying Yufu quickly stopped Wushuang when she saw her reach for the bloody hand.

Ying Yufu slowly squatted down, then gently parted the grass and found a person covered in blood inside.

Judging from her figure, she was a woman, but her hair and face were stained with blood and mud, making it impossible to recognize her original appearance.

Ying Yufu looked thoughtfully at the place where the group of people had passed. Could it be that the person they were looking for was this person?

Ying Yufu then recounted the conversation that those people had just had.

The Crown Prince said, "Then it should be Marquis Anqing and his wife."

Ying Yufu knew that the current Marquis of Anqing was the second son of the Marquis of Anqing's family.

When the old Marquis of Anqing and his heir died, the heir only had one daughter, so the title of Marquis fell to the son of the second wife.

An unremarkable illegitimate son suddenly becomes the Marquis of Anqing, rising to prominence overnight.

However, the old lady of the Marquis of Anqing was notoriously jealous, and this illegitimate son did not have an easy life in the past.

Everyone thought that the old lady of Anqing Marquis would find a husband for her granddaughter in order to regain her title, but unexpectedly, the old lady of Anqing Marquis had no such intention all these years.

Just as Xu Ningxiang was about to come of age, her marriage was still undecided when news came that her carriage had fallen off a cliff and she had died.

Not long ago, the Marquis of Anqing's family buried the fake granddaughter, Xu Ningxiang.

If the body has already been buried, then who were the people that Marquis Anqing and his group were looking for earlier?

"Who are you?" Ying Yufu asked, looking at the blood-soaked figure in front of her.

Judging from the strength with which she gripped her ankle and her faint, almost inaudible breathing, she could tell that she was awake and conscious.

"I am Ying Yufu, and my mother is Shangguan Tang. I will save you!" Ying Yufu said, bowing her head to the blood-soaked man.

The blood-covered man clearly heard Ying Yufu's words; his chapped lips twitched, and he managed to squeeze out a few breaths from his throat.

"I...Xu...save me—"

After saying that, she seemed to have used up all her strength, and the hand that was holding Ying Yufu's ankle loosened, and she completely fainted.

Granny Cao stepped forward, scooped the person up, and carried him on her back.

Without further delay, they went down the mountain together.

There was clearly more to this story than met the eye, and both Ying Yufu and the Crown Prince were filled with curiosity.

Suppressing their curiosity, the two sent someone to deliver the blood-covered figure to the Jishetang Medical Clinic.

Ying Yufu and the Crown Prince had another important matter to attend to.

Together with Shangguan Tang, they went to the Marquis of Weiyuan's residence.

At this moment, the Weiyuan Marquis's mansion was surrounded by people, all staring at the two pink sedan chairs in front of the mansion, pointing and whispering with great curiosity.

There was no one in the mansion at the moment, and the gatekeeper anxiously sent someone to the West Mountain to deliver a message to Old Lady Liu and the others.

At this moment, the Weiyuan Earl's family was already on their way back.

They should have already descended the mountain, but some accidents happened before they could.

Ying Hengzhi and the Second Prince had a fight, but then made up, and their relationship became even stronger after the fight.

Although Old Lady Liu and the others didn't know how they had reconciled, they were all happy to see the Second Prince and Ying Hengzhi so affectionate.

Ying Nanyao looked smug. Although he had been punished by His Majesty and demoted, as long as Ying Hengzhi married the Second Prince, and the Second Prince ascended the throne after the Crown Prince died, Ying Hengzhi would be the Empress.

Their titles will be returned, and perhaps even more prestigious.

Inside the carriage, Ying Hengzhi sat facing the Second Prince. Ying Hengzhi lowered her head, too embarrassed to look at the person opposite her with such intense gaze.

"Zhi'er, since we've already done such intimate things, I will definitely take responsibility for you."

"Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, and I will then request my father's decree to grant us three a marriage."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but sigh softly, "I was initially bothered that Father Emperor had dissolved the engagement between me and Fu'er, but now it seems that without an engagement, it is more legitimate for you to be the principal wife."

Ying Hengzhi gave him a playful glare, "Your Highness, didn't you promise me you wouldn't mention Fu'er for three days?"

The second prince quickly changed seats and sat down next to her. "It's all my fault, Zhi'er. Don't be angry. Have you forgotten that we just made a vow before Buddha?"

"For the rest of my life, you will be my only wife; no other concubine or maid can compare to you."

"What about Fu'er? Is she no match for me either?" Ying Hengzhi pursed her lips, her eyes stubborn.

"Of course, otherwise why would I insist on marrying you as my principal wife? Zhi'er, I thought you knew my feelings."

The second prince embraced the soft, delicate body in his arms, and couldn't help but recall the scene of their passionate lovemaking in the golden osmanthus grove of Huangjue Temple.

As the second prince savored the memory, he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

However, he was powerless to do so. He had been fed double the amount of Chaos God yesterday and had fought three hundred rounds with Duan Linglong and her servant. He was somewhat weak today.

But that's enough to deal with Ying Hengzhi.

"Your Highness, I just feel guilty towards Fu'er!" Ying Hengzhi nestled closer to the Second Prince, her voice sweet and coquettish, like a little kitten.

The second prince felt increasingly eager to try it.

He held the girl in his arms tightly, wishing he could meld her into his very being.

"Zhi'er, how can you be so kind? It makes people feel so sorry for you."

You did nothing wrong to Fu'er, neither of us did anything wrong. It's just that I shouldn't have fallen for you.

But what's wrong with us loving each other?

It's an honor for others to make way for our relationship.

The second prince kissed Ying Hengzhi's forehead, then kissed her all the way down.

Then they kissed again in the carriage.

Ying Hengzhi's maid, Cuiyu, followed outside the carriage and faintly heard the commotion inside. Her face turned deathly pale.

The young lady and the Second Prince are not yet betrothed, yet she has already done such a thing. If word gets out, everything will be over.

But she dared not tell anyone and could only keep it to herself.

At the Marquis of Weiyuan's residence, Ying Yufu and the Crown Prince had prepared firecrackers.

Seeing the people from the Marquis of Weiyuan's residence returning from afar, Chong'er quickly exclaimed, "They're back! They're back!"

Ying Yufu and the Crown Prince exchanged a glance, then lit the firecrackers together.

Suddenly, firecrackers went off, creating a lively and crackling sound at the entrance of the Marquis of Weiyuan's residence.

Ying Yufu shouted loudly, "My father is taking a concubine! He's taking a concubine! What a joyous occasion! Little bug, quickly throw some money!"

"Yes, Miss!"

With a broad smile, Chong'er took out a packet of copper coins and started scattering them among the onlookers.

Ying Nanyao and the others were completely dumbfounded when they arrived at their doorstep.

"What's going on? Ying Yufu, you... Your Highness the Crown Prince?"

Ying Nanyao was surprised to find that the Crown Prince was also carrying a string of firecrackers.

"We are, after all, the matchmakers for the Earl of Weiyuan's taking a concubine. We've come to offer our congratulations; surely the Earl of Weiyuan doesn't mind?"