On our wedding night, he personally sent me to the Regent's bed

Chapter 233 The butterfly scar on the shoulder, another lifesaver

But the owner of this stone has changed. He is no longer the handsome young man who helped the refugees with her.

Mu Wanyan slowly took off her clothes in front of the bronze mirror. A butterfly-shaped red scar appeared on her smooth jade-like shoulder.

Although it was a scar, it was not ugly at all. Instead, it looked like a bright red flower, embellishing her tender skin as white as fresh snow.

This scar was caused by being hit by rocks when he was walking in a canyon while rescuing Pei Mochen as a child.

The wound was quite deep and a lot of blood was shed. It was Pei Mochen who bandaged Mu Wanyan's wound personally after he regained consciousness.

There was no one around at that time, and they were also young. In the critical moment, Mu Wanyan could not take into account the differences between men and women, so she could only let this boy who was slightly older than her bandage her.

Pei Mochen was fascinated at the time. Mu Wanyan didn't know what the young Pei Mochen's eyes meant back then, but now that she is an adult, she completely understands.

A man does not have to wait until the coming-of-age ceremony to become wise.

Pei Mochen, the Zhongshan wolf, already had a not-so-innocent look in his eyes when he was a teenager.

"What a sin! How could this princess like such a man in her previous life?" Mu Wanyan lowered her head and cursed, "I'm regretting it so much."

She looked at the scar on her shoulder and quickly gathered her clothes. "But he should recognize this scar. It should be more convincing than that broken stone."

She didn't want Pei Mochen to look at her shoulder, but on August 15th, on the top of Yuquan Mountain, she knew that Concubine Xiao would let the assassin stab her.

The knife pierced into the flesh and bones, so how could the clothes made of Shu brocade not be torn in several places?

Mu Wanyan sighed deeply. The gold silk soft armor had to be slightly improved and the left shoulder had to be exposed.

The red butterfly scar should have been shown to Pei Mochen at that time to let him know what a bastard he was.

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Seven days left to the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The Qin Garden opera troupe came to Chen Wang Mansion. Pei Mochen specially invited them to cheer Mu Wanyan up.

Mu Wanyan was already counting the days on her fingers. She missed Di Xiuyan so much that she was getting anxious.

Her eyelids had been twitching badly in the past few days, and she always dreamed at night that Di Xiuyan was ambushed in the Northern Desert battlefield and fell in the desert covered in blood.

She kept her sword in her hand and kept calling "Yanyan, Yanyan".

She became increasingly uneasy and anxious.

Just as Mu Wanyan was lost in thought about Di Xiuyan, a palace servant reported from the door.

"Greetings to the princess, the prince asked me to invite you to the Cuiting Pavilion. He invited the Qinyuan opera troupe to the mansion for you, and specially invited you to Cuiting Pavilion to listen to the opera."

Xiao Shunzi bent his waist and ran to Jianjia Pavilion in a flattering manner to pass on a message to Mu Wanyan.

Mu Wanyan frowned and asked, "Qinyuan?"

Xiao Shunzi: "That's right, today even the most popular figure in Qinyuan, Mr. Yuan Teng, has come to your house."

"He will be performing the most popular aria, The Assassination of the Prince, at Cuiting Pavilion. It includes singing, reciting, acting and fighting. The prince specially invited the Qinyuan Troupe to perform at his mansion because he saw that the princess was from Xichang."

Xiao Shunzi tried to massage Mu Wanyan's shoulders, but she refused. "I'm not used to it."

Her peach blossom eyes narrowed thoughtfully, "Which Qinyuan class in the capital is it? Which Mr. Yuan Teng is it?"

Xiao Shunzi had just shown his affection but was rejected by Mu Wanyan. The embarrassment on his face had not yet subsided, so he quickly agreed: "Princess, there is only one Qinyuan troupe in the capital, and there is only one Mr. Yuan Teng who performs opera."

"Hiss——" Mu Wanyan took a breath of cold air. What was supposed to happen finally happened.

In his previous life, when the Qinyuan troupe performed at Prince Chen’s Palace, Mr. Yuan Teng also sang “Assassinating the Prince”.

Pei Mochen was watching with great interest at the time, but he didn't know that Mr. Yuan Teng was actually a Japanese, tasked with assassinating the crown prince of Dafeng.

So, in this wonderful play of "Assassinating the Prince", Yuan Teng sang and stabbed the knife straight at Pei Mochen who was sitting in the middle of the yard.

In her previous life, Mu Wanyan loved him deeply, and she blocked the knife for Pei Mochen with lightning speed.

She almost died at that time, but fortunately the wound was more than an inch away from her heart, so she was able to live until the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th - he forced her off the cliff himself.

Mu Wanyan pinched her brows: It's really not worth it.

In fact, with Pei Mochen's strength, Yuan Teng couldn't get close to him at all, but she was too stupid in her previous life, and out of instinct she blocked the knife for Pei Mochen, the unfaithful man.

Mu Wanyan thought that the scene of Mr. Yuan Teng assassinating Pei Mochen would never happen in this life, but she didn't expect it to happen.

In the previous life, the Qinyuan troupe came to the palace to perform opera to celebrate Pei Mochen's birthday, but in this life, she didn't expect that he wanted to entertain her.

After Xiao Shunzi left, Mu Wanyan said to herself: "What is coming will come, and Yuan Teng will still stab the prince."

Mu Wanyan was dressing in front of the bronze mirror. "In my previous life, I was stupid, so I helped Pei Mochen to block the knife. In this life, even if Pei Mochen was stabbed to death on the table and chair, I would not even look at that place."

"That's not right!" Mu Wanyan put down the comb in her hand, "Yuan Teng's fighting power is far inferior to Pei Mochen's. How could Pei Mochen be stabbed to death by him?"

Taohua's eyes suddenly gleamed, "Don't I have a golden soft armor? The dagger can't penetrate me."

Mu Wanyan smiled and said, "Why don't I ask Xiangqin to sew a chicken blood bag on my chest? In this life, I can be Pei Mochen's 'lifesaver' again, so what?"

There was a cunning look in her beautiful eyes. She had to do everything she could, as she didn't have many days left to disguise herself.

So, Mu Wanyan called Xiang Qin, quickly arranged everything, and then went to Cuiting Pavilion with great interest.