Qi Huan didn't know the conversation that was taking place in the brightly lit palace. He slept very contentedly that night, and when he woke up the next day, he felt refreshed and was even more grateful to the young man who helped him get the herbs.

When he got up and opened the door, a black shadow flew in front of him. Qi Huan reached out and grabbed it, bringing it in front of him.

It was a well-tailored skirt with fine stitches. For nobles, it was nothing, but for people of their level, it was very good workmanship.

"This is?"

"Dislike it?"

Laireira raised her eyebrows. From her perspective, she felt that he might dislike the simple and crude clothes. "Don't worry, you can rely on your face to suppress a lot of people. When the time comes, you can wear whatever clothes you want."

Wasn't that wretched girl Cinderella the same? She didn't believe that she couldn't sell Elias, who she had carefully cultivated.

In fact, he didn't want to change his clothes.

He had convinced himself to accept the skirt from last time, but now there was an even more eye-catching one.

Was it too late for him to apply to wipe the dust off his face?

After reluctantly washing his face, Qi Huan turned to the kitchen, intending to cook.

Laireira grabbed his hand and smiled: "Elias, why are you cooking today? I specially went to buy beef. Today, we will eat this."

At this time, she turned into a kind old woman, pulling Qi Huan to sit at the table intimately, taking care of him carefully and thoughtfully.

Qi Huan's heart shuddered.

The weasel paying a New Year's greeting to the chicken, not with good intentions.

Resisting the urge to break free, Qi Huan pretended to be polite with her, the smile on his face was the same as the hypocrisy carved from the same mold.

After eating a meal with no appetite, Qi Huan was depressed and went back to clean up the tableware.

Carefully sneaking into the kitchen, Qi Huan immediately changed his appearance. A relaxed smile hung on his face, and the corners of his mouth were pursed into a small arc.

The kitchen had already prepared a warm baked bread, and he tore it into pieces and threw it into his mouth.

The meal just now was really uncomfortable. No matter how delicious the food was, it would become ordinary after going through the hands of some people.

When the bread was quickly eaten, there was suddenly a rough knock on the door. The man's hand hit the wooden house, and the loud voice, Qi Huan heard it clearly from behind.

Frowning, Qi Huan put the things on the table and patted off the dust on the new dress. She walked out with her chest puffed out and stiff footsteps, still not used to the new clothes.

"This is the bakery, do you have the proof from the guild?"

The soldier gestured for Lara to move away, and he also made way for her, leaving the center empty. He respectfully welcomed the newcomer.

When Qi came in from the back door, his eyes met the visitor's's eyes.

It's a small world.

After this phrase popped up in her mind, Qi Huan's mentality collapsed.

Even if he knew that the young man was not an ordinary person, and the words of the people in the bar that day had warned him against it, this was too unusual.

I must have been blind.

Qi Huan blinked. If not for the fact that he still had some sense in his heart, he would have pushed open the wooden door behind him and slipped out.

It was too scary.

The rumored Prince Adrian Of Denmark was the young man he met in the Black Forest.

He probably didn't recognize him, after all, he was wrapped up like a bear.

After doubting himself for two seconds, Qi Huan still believed his disguise.

Besides, he was a man at that time, and she was a woman now.

Thinking of this, the skirt on his body was no longer awkward. Qi Huan straightened his chest, full of confidence.

[Just a little flat chest,] the System added.

"Ho Ho." With a sneer, Qi Huan's expression finally returned to normal when he heard the system sneak away.

His series of actions, in the eyes of those who didn't know the situation, had a completely different appearance.

What was this idiot looking at?

Laireira glared at Qi Huan, exasperated at his failure to live up to his expectations, but more than that, he was disdainful.

Sure enough, he was a wild child from god knows where. Embarrassing.

The soldiers, however, had a different thought.

After all, they weren't the only ones who were stunned by Prince Adrian Of Denmark. Under normal circumstances, there was nothing to be surprised about.

There were many people who were more exaggerated than Qi Huan. There were also those who wandered in front of the palace every day to see the prince. What was this?

Moreover, they weren't the only ones who were stunned. The only difference was that they were stunned by Qi Huan.

It was just that their willpower was stronger, and they quickly came back to their senses.

There was only one reason, and that was to look good.

After that, a group of people looked at Prince Adrian Of Denmark. They found that the other party was still as cold as ever, and they couldn't help but feel deep respect for him.

His Highness was indeed His Highness. His willpower was much stronger than theirs.

Adrian spoke. The air was much colder than before, as if frost had descended. The atmosphere froze in an instant. "Guild certification." His gaze swept past Qi Huan's body, and disappeared without a trace of reluctance.

Qi Huan's heart went cold. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that he had met Adrian's gaze for a moment. Very quickly, he felt as if he was being stared at by a large beast.

Laireira's expression changed, and his face sank.

Could it be that Elias's appearance didn't attract him at all? He was really an emotionless human weapon.

If it really didn't work, he could only use magic potions.

Laireira's eyes hid a ruthless glint, but he still had a smile on his face. He even urged Qi Huan, "Elias, go and get the certification."

"Ah, okay." Qi Huan was stunned for a moment, then nodded and walked towards Laireira's room.

After a while, he came out with the certification that Laireira had prepared beforehand and handed it to the soldier.

A hand reached out and took the certification from him, opened it, glanced at it, closed it, and handed it back.

Qi Huan was stunned by this series of actions. When the certification was stuffed into his hand, he was somewhat unable to react.

The soldier looked left and right with his outstretched hand, and was extremely embarrassed. In the end, he could only tactfully withdraw his hand.

After checking the certification, they still needed to search the house. Adrian signaled to the guard captain, who received the order and immediately carried it out.

"We need to search this place."

"Okay, no problem."

Laireira's stiff face pulled a smile, as if someone had used a finger to pull it from the corner of his mouth. It was extremely ugly.

"My room is on the left, the dining room is on the right, the back door is the kitchen, and the attic is Elias's residence."

She enthusiastically pointed to the room for everyone, and did not look guilty at all. If Qi Huan did not know her true identity, he would have been fooled.

The soldiers immediately divided into several teams and immediately went to each location to search.

In the end, everyone was divided, and only the attic was left.

Qi Huan's gaze flew to Adrian, and quickly moved away.

The young man was tall and stood there as straight as a pine tree.

Qi Huan saw that he began to move, his long legs took a step, and walked up to the attic.

Someone pushed Qi Huan from behind, and he staggered, unsteady on his feet.

Looking back, Laireira was staring at him.

Turning around, Qi Huan curled his lips and followed upstairs.

Laireira usually did not treat Qi Huan very well, but today's "discovery of conscience" did not have any effect at all.

The place where he lived was still as poor as a stable.

Adrian pushed the door open, and glanced at the bed, table, and cupboard in the room.

Opening the window, he could see the scenery of the city from here. The cornflower on the windowsill curled up its buds, and stayed there alone.

And this was the only bit of greenery in the room.

The room was empty. Even the most ordinary civilian's home would try to decorate their children as much as possible.

A warm bedding, decorated with vines and flowers on the windowsill.

There was nothing here.

The room was terrifyingly cold.

The room's decorations could be seen at a glance, and it was impossible to hide anything.

Adrian walked in front of the cupboard, and turned his head to look at Qi Huan.

"Do you want to open it? No problem."

Qi Huan used a girlish voice, deliberately showing a completely different tone from a male voice, and opened the cupboard in front of Adrian.

An old piece of clothing was hanging there, and there was nothing else.

"That's all?" The clear voice was like a mountain spring, cleansing the heartstrings of people.

Qi Huan praised in his heart, but his face was calm, and nodded to answer his question.

It sounded cleaner than a dog licked it, and there was nothing to investigate.

Adrian nodded.

Qi Huan did not know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the current Adrian was much easier to get along with than before, and there were signs that the ice and snow had melted.

Shaking off this unrealistic thought, Qi Huan followed him down. Facing Laireira's expectant gaze, Qi Huan turned his head and ignored it.

After Adrian left with the soldiers, Laireira held his wrist and asked excitedly, "How was it, did anything happen?"

"Aunt, that Prince Adrian Of Denmark is too scary."

Qi Huan's small body trembled, and he pretended to be afraid and complained, "He stood there, and I didn't dare to say a word."

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Laireira reprimanded loudly, and he was so angry that he walked in circles in the room. In the end, he could only point at Qi Huan's nose and scold, "You really disappoint me."

That's great.

Qi Huan's heart was slightly shaken, but on the surface, he still looked scared and pitiful.

His face suddenly became pale, and the regret in his eyes could not be hidden. The tears in his beautiful blue eyes hung in the corners of his eyes, and he looked pitiful, trying to use his tears to reduce Laireira's anger.

Laireira saw him like this and was furious, and even his heel, which had been healed by the magic potion, began to ache.

He looked too much like Cinderella, always looking wronged.

Laireira reached out and grabbed Qi Huan's hair, and grabbed it fiercely. He breathed heavily through his nose, venting his pent-up anger.

The extreme anger made him unable to control himself, and his vision blurred.

Qi Huan cried out in pain, and his right hand reached behind her neck, wanting to knock her out.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.