Sang Jinde left, and the other servants in the main hall were also sent out by Qi Hongqing, leaving only him and Xiang Cheng.
Xiang Cheng lowered his head, looking respectful, but his heart was "bang" in his heart.
Xia Yihan just said that he was very strange recently. Did even the emperor see something?
Just as he was thinking, Qi Hongqing's voice finally rang out: "Xiang Cheng, have you become less and less dedicated recently, or are you now a Xia Yihan's person?"
When Xiang Cheng heard this, he knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, I dare not!"
"Don't dare?" Qi Hongqing curled his lips slightly and looked at him with condescending attention, "Why have you not reported anything recently? Also, as a close servant, you don't even know where he has gone?"
Xiang Cheng, who was kneeling on the ground, had his eyes flashed, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Go back to the emperor, the left minister was there before, so it is not convenient for his subordinates to say it. In fact, the prince and the princess quarreled last night over the marriage of Miss Sang, and a big shot
Princess Aoi ran out of the prince's mansion, and the prince went to find her."
Qi Hongqing raised his eyebrows, "Is this really the case?"
"I dare not hide anything at all." Xiang Cheng's voice remained unchanged.
I don’t know whether Qi Hongqing believes it or not. After a long time, he spoke out: “Get up.”
Xiang Cheng stood up as he spoke, but still stood there with his head down.
Qi Hongqing took a few steps forward and stood on the edge of Xiangcheng. Then he raised his hand and patted his shoulder and said, "Xiangcheng, I know that you are steady, so I gave you this important task. Don't let it go.
I'm disappointed."
"I understand." Xiang Cheng replied.
Qi Hongqing was silent for a while, and suddenly seemed to think of something fun, and a funny smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "You just said that Princess Han and Prince Han quarreled over Sang Rong's matter?"
"Yes." Xiang Cheng answered honestly.
"Haha, this Princess Han is really a special woman." Qi Hongqing smiled softly, with a meaningful touch in his eyes.
An average woman, even if she doesn't want her husband to take a concubine, would never argue with him so directly. She would firmly suppress the other party after taking it in, or even frame her, and would eventually drive her away.
Walk.
In this way, in the eyes of her husband, she was still the generous and virtuous wife, but at the same time she could defeat that woman without any trace.
This is how the women in his harem fight each other.
But Mu Wanru protested in such a direct way. Don’t she know the importance of Sang Rong to Xia Yihan?
He gave Xia Yihan the marriage to break up them, but he didn't expect Sang Rong to have sex with Xia Yihan long ago.
It was a waste of his thoughts.
But now it's good, at least he can use Sang Rong to do something for him.
Thinking of this, Qi Hongqing said to Xiang Cheng: "Please pay more attention to this Mu Wanru in the future. I am also very interested in knowing about the fight between her and Sang Rong."
"Yes." Xiang Cheng responded, but Qi Hongqing had no idea what he was thinking.
Inside Sang Rong's room.
Sang Rong was still sitting on the bed, while Sang Jinde was sitting at the table, both of them were speechless.
Perhaps because she felt the atmosphere in the house was a bit awkward, Sang Jinde said first: "At this point, I don't blame you anymore. Since Xia Yihan has agreed to marry you as her concubine, you can live a good life with him in the future.
Bar."
Although she did not become the queen, Sang Jinde was still extremely angry, but according to the current situation, the emperor had completely given up on her, so he could only marry Xia Yihan.
Although she is just a concubine, Xia Yihan is pretty good to her, and Mu Wanru's style was questioned a few days ago. As long as they add fuel to the fire, she will definitely die miserably.
Compared to Sang Jinde's concessions, Sang Rong was still cold. She didn't even look at Sang Jinde, but just said lightly: "As long as you don't bother me and Han again in the future, we will naturally be fine."
This was quite rude. Sure enough, when Sang Jinde heard it, he stood up and blew his beard and stared at him, "You unfilial daughter, I told you in a good voice, you don't know how to appreciate it."
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Sang Rong curled her lips coldly, "It's better if I don't accept your love. But don't worry, when I get married, I will still give you a farewell ceremony."
"Bastard, bastard!" Sang Jinde pointed at Sang Rong with trembling fingers, but was so angry that he could no longer speak.
He didn't say anything but a long sentence, and the emperor had warned him before that Sang Jinde could not argue with her here, so he could only leave.
"Hmph!" Sang Rong looked at Sang Jinde's departure with contempt. She had never regarded this person as her father.
Let’s talk about Hu Linger’s side. When the right couple saw her suddenly coming back, they were very surprised and pulled her to ask questions, showing their concerns.
After a greeting, Zhou Qingrou gave Mu Qihua a wink, and the latter immediately understood and hurriedly said, "Ling'er, my father still has some business to deal with. You can chat with your mother for a while, and dad will come to see you later.
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Hu Ling'er nodded and replied with a smile: "Okay, dad, go and do your business."
Mu Qihua touched Hu Ling'er's head pamperedly, and then left the main hall.
Seeing him walking away, Zhou Qingrou pulled Hu Ling'er's hand, "Ling'er, come to your mother's room, you have something to show you."
"good."
The two of them came to Zhou Qingrou's room and closed the door. Zhou Qingrou walked directly to the bed, then took out a package from an exquisite small box beside the bed and spread it on the bed.
When Hu Ling'er saw this, her eyes lit up: "Wow, what a cute dress."
It turned out that there were several sets of baby clothes of different colors neatly stacked in the package.
Zhou Qingrou picked up one and smiled and said, "These are made by her mother."
"Really? Mom, you are so awesome!" Hu Ling'er looked surprised and took the small clothes from Zhou Qingrou's hand and looked at them carefully.
The smooth-feeling fabric, fine and neat stitches, and exquisite embroidery all show the craftsmanship.
Hu Ling'er is an orphan herself. She has never enjoyed maternal love since she was a child, and she has never worn clothes made by her mother. At this moment, holding the clothes made by this ancient mother for her children, her eyes couldn't help but become wet, and she murmured: