When one is prosperous, both are prosperous; when one is lost, both are harmed.

"Yes. I obey."

Liu Qingyao was so angry that she wanted to bite her tongue and kill herself. In this way, if Hua Xiangrong made any mistakes at the flower viewing party, she would not be able to live well.

The prince is really partial, he only thinks about how to protect this abandoned wife.

She had never considered this abandoned woman as a rival in the past.

At first glance, the one who should be dealt with the most is this abandoned woman.

After Liu Qingyao left, Hua Xiangrong also wanted to leave. She saluted to Fu Jiuchen: "Thank you for the hospitality, Your Majesty. I have also returned to Orchid Garden. My chickens are all hungry. If you don't feed them,

I think they’re all dead.”

She had to leave this ghost place as soon as possible, this Fu Jiuchen was in trouble.

Absolutely magical.

First he went to her Orchid Garden to sleep with her, and then stayed in the Orchid Garden to have a meal.

Now she is left to have dinner at Feilong Hall.

He even ate the leftovers of her rice. If he wasn't possessed by a demon, he must have been possessed by a ghost.

"If you die, just make chicken soup. Why are you so anxious? I have something to ask you." Fu Jiuchen looked at the woman who was anxious to escape.

"Stew... stew chicken soup?" Hua Xiangrong raised her little face, her cheeks were pink, as if they were rouged, and her eyes were clear, clean, and charming, looking straight at Fu Jiuchen.

Such a small chicken, stewed in chicken soup, she dared to stew it, so she asked him if he dared to drink it?

"Follow me to the study. I have something to ask you."

After saying that, the man left directly.

Hua Xiangrong didn't want to follow him at all, but she knew that now she had no way out except to follow him.

Returning to Fu Jiuchen's study, the man sat back at the table and started writing crazily with a wolf-brush pen in his hand.

Fu Jiuchen didn't seem to have any time to rest. He didn't rest for a moment except for meals, and then started busy with official duties again.

The price for gaining such power is quite high.

"sit."

While picking up the pen, he raised his eyes and glanced at the uncomfortable Hua Xiangrong.

Hua Xiangrong was angry.

Ask her to sit down?

Is there somewhere to sit?

In his huge study, except for the chair under his butt, is there any place to sit?

Sit on the ground? Or sit on his lap?

"I'd better stay standing. My lord, if you have anything to say, just ask." Hua Xiang pursed her lips without any trace of trace, and stood motionless on the spot.

Only then did Fu Jiuchen notice that there were no chairs or stools in the study.

He called the maid Xiangyun and brought in a stool.

Fu Jiuchen glanced at the stool and said again: "Sit down, don't be formal."

Yes, she didn't want to be restrained, but few people could not be restrained when faced with his damn sense of oppression.

He sat down and held his hands tightly, fearing that if he were not careful, the man would eat him alive.

"Does the princess know her current identity?"

Hua Xiangrong fiddled with the topaz bracelet on her wrist, looked at Fu Jiuchen with some confusion, and replied weakly: "I know that I am the abandoned wife of the Ninth Prince's Palace."

Abandoned wife?

The man's face instantly became gloomy, and he wanted to crush the delicate woman in front of him to death.

In the past six months, she has lived a prosperous life in Lanyuan. Does she look like an abandoned wife?

Even if he didn't ask much about her life, it was just because someone cared more about her life than he did.
Chapter completed!