The ground that was not plowed today was all plowed the next day. She was so heartless that she didn't find it strange at all.

And those chickens and ducks were also taken care of by the court man.

Hua Xiangrong looked at Fu Jiuchen's gloomy handsome face.

Uh! This man seems unhappy? Did he answer it wrong?

What is that if she's not an abandoned wife? Could she still be a princess?

"Abandoned concubine?" She replied tentatively.

Oh my god, it’s still not right. The man’s face was so dark that he was almost dripping with oil.

She was so frightened that her little body shook and her voice became softer.

"Housewife?"

"..."

"Concubine?"

Speaking of this, she started to tremble more and more.

Because she could clearly see that the wolf-hair pen in the man's hand had clicked and broken into two sections.

Will it be the turn of my thin arms and legs next?

With a pop, he knelt on the ground, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, what should be the identity of this concubine?"

Even his strong self-control could not suppress his raging anger. The man roared: "Don't you know that you are my king's princess?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, I am the princess."

"Get out." The man's dark eyes narrowed into a thin line, and veins popped up on his forehead in anger.

"Oh, okay, I'll get out now." After saying that, Hua Xiangrong left Fu Jiuchen's study as if running for her life.

She swore that she never wanted to step into this study again in her life.

Whoever comes next will be the puppy.

Seeing that little body running away, Fu Jiuchen felt even more annoyed.

"Minghan." He roared and called Minghan in.

"My subordinate is here."

Minghan came in in response, but found that his master's face was like Wannian Xuanbing's. He knew something was wrong, and his heart was beating wildly.

"If you can't keep your family status in this palace, go and pour night fragrance." Fu Jiuchen directed all his anger at Minghan.

"Yes, I obey."

I am wronged. I did not fail to protect the royal family status. It is not your fault. If the emperor goes to Orchid Garden, observes in secret, then let him go.

"My subordinates will not let a single mosquito into the Ninth Prince's Mansion from now on." Minghan promised, looking at Fu Jiuchen's face that was filled with dark clouds.

"roll."

"yes."

Fu Jiuchen was the only one left in the study again. He looked down at the ball of black ink that he had broken off the brush and printed on the rice paper. He crumpled it into a ball irritably and threw it aside.

Feeling that he was still angry, he crumpled up another piece of white paper and threw it out.

Finding that this could actually relieve the boredom in his heart, the tall and mighty Ninth Prince started playing a game of crumpling paper balls and throwing them around in the study room.

The whole stack of good rice paper was crumpled into balls, and a lot of it was taken out from the bookcase.

After kneading hundreds of paper balls, he finally felt relieved. Looking at the paper balls on the ground, a certain man took a long breath, stretched out his body, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and began to think.

Reflect on why you get angry so easily and what exactly are you angry about?

In the end, I didn't understand anything.

The clear moonlight spread like frost over the entire building of Feilong Palace, and the ancient trees rustled in the night wind.

There was a mess in the study room, and a man in a happy mood.

…

Early the next morning, Hua Xiangrong got up and prepared to go to the rose garden to learn something from Liu Qingyao.

But she didn't want to go at all. Her interests were not pot throwing or flower arranging...
Chapter completed!