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Chapter 1184

Princess Nankang didn't want to mention this matter. When she mentioned it, she wanted to twitch Zhao Yan and peel her skin off. However, Zhao Yan would never think about raising her head again in this life. She asked, "Brother, why didn't you come with you?"

Since she is so ill, her eldest brother should also come to visit her. Prince Zhao's Mansion is not very far away.

At the mention of King Zhao, a flash of worry flashed across Princess Zhao's face. She said, "Your Majesty was originally planning to come with me, but before leaving the house, he didn't know where a flying pigeon message came from, and I didn't know where it was."

What's the matter? Anyway, the prince looked very unhappy after seeing it and turned around and left without saying a word to me. I didn't dare to ask."

When Princess Zhao said this, Princess Nankang became worried, fearing that something might happen to Prince Zhao's house.

Originally, the prestige of Prince Zhao's Mansion was no longer what it used to be, but now that she and Song Guogong had become enemies, and if someone wanted to use Prince Zhao's Mansion as a basis for being caught, that trivial matter would become a big deal.

Princess Nankang was in a mess. Princess Zhao comforted her, told her not to worry, and coaxed her to take medicine.

Next door, the old lady was kneeling on the futon, chanting sutras and praying. The maid came in with cakes and fruits, and said angrily, "Princess Zhao ordered people to poison the old lady, and she dared to come to the Buddhist hall to visit Princess Nankang. She didn't treat me well."

People take it seriously, the old lady is the prince’s mother!”

The prayer beads in the old lady's hand paused for a moment, and a hint of ridicule flashed in her eyes.

She is considered to be the prince's mother.

Ever since she was punished to come to the Buddhist Hall, the prince seemed to have forgotten about her. Except for the heat stroke, it was not because Princess Nankang came to the Buddhist hall to take a look at her.

The Princess of Nankang fell ill, and the third master was afraid that she would be sick, so he asked the prince to let her go back to Songhe Hall, but the prince did not agree.

She is the old lady of the Prince of Jingnan. Now anyone can climb on top of her and show off her power. They really think that this old lady of hers is made of clay.

The old lady continued to fiddle with the prayer beads. When the maid saw that the old lady did not respond, she felt that the old lady had lost her temper. However, after the old lady fiddled with the prayer beads, she said, "Is the injury on Mrs. Right Prime Minister's face healed?"

The maid was a little confused. She was talking about Princess Zhao. Why did the old lady mention the Right Prime Minister's wife?

How could Mrs. Right Prime Minister's face be healed after being scratched like that by the Third Wife? Without Dr. Jia's ointment, she would have been disfigured. But Mrs. Right Prime Minister had no shame to come to the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess for help to buy Dr. Jia's ointment.

The old lady should know, why are you still asking her? The maid looked at Mother Wang blankly, and Mother Wang said, "What are you doing here? Go get a basin of water to wash your feet."

The maid was even more confused, but this time she reacted quickly and hurried down to fetch water.

As for Su Tang, he took five or six maids to pick more than a dozen baskets of flowers and returned to Jingmoxuan. Banxia and Poria asked the maids to pick off the petals and wash them clean, while Su Tang went back to the house to drink tea.

After just two sips of a cup of tea, a little maid ran in from outside, panting, smiling so hard that she couldn't even see her eyes. "Your Majesty, the old lady's maid 'accidentally' splashed the old lady's foot-washing water on Princess Zhao's face."

.”

Ahem!

Su Tang choked on the tea in her mouth and burst into tears.

She could imagine Princess Zhao's embarrassment, but Princess Zhao also asked for it. The third wife dared to beat the right minister's wife. If the old lady was bullied to the head by her, Princess Zhao, and still didn't dare to do anything, what prestige would that be?

Nothing remains.

This dog-eat-dog scene is really interesting.
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