"The princess seems to be very interested in her?" Xia Lishuang's eyes were light but with a slight smile.
Jiang Shu was stunned for a moment, her eyes turning slightly bitter.
"Back then, I threatened the world that I would marry the prince, but the prince declined me in the end... Today I am also curious about what kind of woman she would be like if she could marry the prince as his wife!"
Xia Lishuang's expression did not change, and she suddenly showed a disdainful expression.
"She? It's just because I need the support of the Wen family. Otherwise, what qualifications does a shameless illegitimate daughter have to step into the door of my Prince Yu's palace!"
"However, due to my father's respect, I still have to give him the courtesy he deserves."
Xia Lishuang tapped her forehead with her finger, looking like she didn't care about Wen Ranran.
"Your Majesty is joking. If that sister hears this, she will be sad!"
Xia Lishuang's expression became even colder.
"It's her fault that she's sad. If it weren't for...if it weren't for her face, I wouldn't...that's all, I won't say this!"
Halfway through her words, Xia Lishuang suddenly calmed down.
Jiang Shu was stunned for a moment and was almost carried away by Xia Lishuang's straightforwardness.
If...if Wen Ranran is just a substitute, then who is the real person?
Is there another person with the same appearance as her in the world?
Is it possible that Xia Lishuang actually... actually likes herself?
But why did he reject himself in the first place?
Jiang Shu's mind suddenly became active, and matters such as conspiracy and retreat were almost immediately thrown out of the horizon.
By killing Wen Ranran, he and Xia Lishuang can grow old together!
Jiang Shu thought to herself, but her fingers pinched the hem of her clothes tightly.
The Prefect's Mansion arrived soon. Not many people from both sides came to this peace meeting. Apart from Jiang Shu, the only two generals left in the Lan Kingdom were Zuo Ming and Zuo Ye, both of whom belonged to the Prime Minister Zuo's clan.
Side branches.
Wen Ranran sneered while looking at the cup in front of her.
When I came in just now, the interior of Chongzhou City was extremely desolate, and it looked like it had experienced a massacre.
If the city was occupied and plundered by force, of course the fists would do the talking. However, Wen Ranran never expected that the other party would be so bold as to massacre the city directly!
Inside Chongzhou, apart from the troops stationed there, there are also homeless and beggars filling the streets.
At such a moment, Jiang Shu was actually extravagant... It was simply debauchery!
Wen Ranran stared at the wine glass in front of her with an unclear expression.
"Princess!" Dong Qing, who was on the side, carefully came over and stuffed a silver needle into Wen Ranran's palm.
Wen Ranran lowered her eyebrows, brushed the wine glass with traces of the cuff, and suddenly saw that the silver needle turned dark due to it.
Haha, the speed is really fast. In such a short period of time, does it look like you have solved her?
Wen Ranran smiled, raised her sleeves and raised her glass, then poured the wine away.
With her figure concealed, Dong Qing quickly filled up the wine she had prepared. Wen Ranran drank it all in one gulp, and her face was suddenly stained with a trace of blush.
Taking the first place, Jiang Shu couldn't help but feel even more satisfied when she saw that Wen Ranran was willing to drink.
One night, the atmosphere of the banquet was very strange. Wen Ranran, the main wife, was left out in the cold the whole time, while Jiang Shu and Xia Lishuang had a very happy conversation.
In the end, Jiang Shu and Xia Lishuang hit it off immediately, decided to form an alliance immediately, and invited Xia Lishuang to live in Beijing for a month to see the customs and customs of Lan Country...
Wen Ranran silently held the cup and watched the drama, applauding Xia Lishuang's superb acting.
After three drinks, Wen Ranran was helped by Dong Qing to go to a side room to change clothes.
Wen Ranran was humming a little tune, seemingly drunk, leaning on the couch, like a picture of a beauty sleeping in spring.
But in the midst of such beauty, the silence was suddenly broken by a sharp sword that broke the wind.