Xuanyuan Qingtian looked down at Duanmu Minya who seemed to be indifferent to his arrival. He was like a wild dragon in the sky that looked down upon all things, coldly staring at Duanmu Minya, staring at Duanmu Minya who dared to ignore him!
She obviously had a lot of whiplash wounds on her body, but she didn't care at all. Instead, she was nervous about a maid. Even if her wound was on her face, she didn't deal with it first, but carefully checked the maid's injury!
I saw Duanmu Minya carefully straightening Qiujuan's wrist, taking out a silk scarf from her sleeve, folding it carefully into a small rectangle, and carefully tied it on Qiujuan's wrist to fix it for her.
Damn it, if she doesn't find something to fix her wrist, even if it heals in the future, there will still be hidden dangers, and she will suffer when the weather is bad!
"Princess, don't you have anything to explain?"
Xuanyuan Qingtian stood condescendingly in front of Duanmu Minya and waited for a long time without saying a word. Duanmu Minya did not raise his head or salute to him. Explain what Mrs. Xirou and the others said. If
When other ladies saw him coming from a distance, they would greet him with a smile. If they were wronged, they would throw themselves into his arms and cry weakly, seeking his love and comfort!
but……
However, this Duanmu Minya is different from ordinary people. She has no intention to please him at all, nor does she have any intention of competing for his favor. It is as if he is a prince who wants or not, as if if she could choose, she would definitely not choose him. 1
Damn it! When he thought of this, Xuanyuan Qingtian's anger suddenly flew into the air again!
His authority cannot be ignored by anyone! Nor can it be challenged by anyone!
Not even his princess! He must have Duanmu Minya kneel down in front of him obediently and beg him!
He looked at Duanmu Minya coldly and asked coldly and indifferently!
"My lord, what do you want my concubine to explain? Explain how I was beaten? Or explain how I hit someone? Or explain why my concubine's girl bumped into your good wife, or explain that the wound on your wife's head was caused by her.
Did you knock it out by yourself? Is it useful for these concubines to say it? Does the prince believe it? "
Duanmu Minya slowly put down Qiujuan's wrist, stood up slowly, with whip wounds all over her body, and stood up with a touch of coldness, slowly speaking word by word, her coldness as ice,
Words shot out like sharp arrows!
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Xirou, who was kneeling on the ground, immediately looked at Xuanyuan Qingtian with tears in her eyes and shook her head desperately.
"Your Majesty, I really don't have a concubine, I really don't have one."