"Who are you? Why are you in my room?"

She stood up and walked to Fu Jiuchen's side, looking at Fu Jiuchen carefully.

His whole body exuded an aura of indifference, and his black eyes were as clear and dazzling as obsidian, shining with an awe-inspiring aura of heroism.

Hidden under the seemingly calm eyes are sharp eyes like a drunkard, and the handsome face with deep contours is like a sculpture. It looks imposing and makes people think of the scene of a cheetah hunting its prey, full of danger.

sex.

She seemed to have felt this sense of oppression three days ago, but it was not as strong as it is now.

She remembered that when she faced Concubine Qi, she was also filled with a sense of oppression.

Concubine Qi?

Her son Fu Jiuchen?

Holy shit, this man is Fu Jiuchen? Her husband.

Thinking of this, Hua Xiangrong screamed and fell to the ground paralyzed, feeling only a cold wind from the soles of her feet through her whole body.

What's going on? It was very warm in the room just now, but now it's surprisingly cold.

The man stood up, walked up to her, and bent over. His bottomless black eyes stared at Hua Xiangrong, who was half lying on the ground. He opened his thin lips and said, "Is this king so scary? Let you

Is seeing this king the same as seeing a ghost?"

"Uh huh huh..." Hua Xiangrong nodded her head fiercely.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly

She shook her head suddenly: "No, no, no, the prince is not scary."

It's weird if it's not scary. The Fu Jiuchen in front of him is completely different from the Fu Jiuchen who was lying in the bridal chamber three days ago.

Although the one strangled her neck when she woke up, he passed out afterwards and was not very lethal.

And the person in front of her, even the look she gave her, was as terrifying as if she would be torn apart by him in the next second.

Fu Jiuchen snorted coldly, narrowed his pupils slightly, and glanced at this ignorant woman. Without saying anything, he turned back to the chair and sat down, with his legs naturally crossed. The imperial power made Hua Xiangrong feel even more.

pressure.

She was paralyzed on the ground. She didn't know what she was doing. She felt like she couldn't get up even if she didn't get up.

Fu Jiuchen sat leisurely, holding a hand-warming copper stove made by Tianqi's best craftsmen in his arms, and slowly twirling his slender fingers back and forth.

He just wanted to see how long this woman could maintain this posture.

For a long time, Hua Xiangrong stiffened her body, pursed her delicate red lips, trembling her eyelashes, and asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, why are you here?"

Wasn't he in a coma? Wasn't he asleep in the Nine Princes' Mansion? When did he wake up? When did he come to the Yun Mansion?

She half-lyed there hesitantly, pinching her fingertips until they turned red from pinching, not daring to move her body.

Fu Jiuchen curled his lips contemptuously: "I am standing here thanks to my Princess Luck. Because you married into the palace to celebrate my happiness, I woke up."

He had no interest in this woman at all, but the man in the palace was very interested in her, which made him have to come to Yun Mansion to take a look.

He wanted to see what kind of Yun family and what kind of daughter could make the man in the court particularly interested in her.

As he spoke, his eyes moved to her pair of embroidered cotton shoes.
Chapter completed!