She glared at him provocatively, who said she didn't dare!
(Voiceover: Oh, the woman from MC is so unreasonable. Let’s forgive her. But the deceased prince doesn’t know how to be considerate. What can he do? He hasn’t seen that his princess is jealous yet.)
He stretched out his slender wrist and ordered Qing Yi, "Apply medicated oil on me until it doesn't hurt anymore."
Prince Lanling lost all his majesty. He gritted his lower teeth and glared at her bitterly, wanting to teach her a lesson again, but when he saw the blue and swollen wrist, he snorted coldly and left.
Prince Lanling left, and Mrs. Huaru came in behind. She had a friendly smile, which was very different from the cold, arrogant and arrogant person she used to be. Qinglian was still holding a cup of something unknown behind her back.
"What are you doing here?" Qian Duoduo asked coldly. Ever since she was slapped by this woman, she had hated Mrs. Huaru to the end.
My aunt has lived for thirty years, but my mother is not willing to touch a hair on her head, so she actually beats her? Hum.
"The slave family knows that the princess and the prince have been playing outside for a day, so they must be very hungry." Huaru said with a flattering smile.
"I'm not hungry." Duoduo signaled Qingyi to continue applying oil, and allowed Dehuaru to stand and talk without asking her to sit down.~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hua Ru's smile froze, and then she smiled nonchalantly and said, "How can the food outside be as good as the chefs in the palace? Sister, look, I asked Qinglian to stew this soup for my sister. Please give it a try."
Qian Duoduo smiled and said, "Why don't I remember that there are other sisters? I only have one sister, and that is the future crown princess. When did Mrs. Huaru become so noble?"
This time, Mrs. Huaru’s smile could no longer hold on, “Sister…”
"Call me princess!" Duoduo corrected her mistake. Anyone can call her sister, but not in this palace. Women are most afraid of devaluing themselves. This is a necessary rule to survive in society. Otherwise, the rules of this palace will be messed up.
How else to be a princess?
Hua Ru returned to smiling like a flower, but the bad intentions in her eyes became more and more obvious. She walked to her side, involuntarily pushed Qing Yi away who had been working silently, and picked up Duo Duo's hand.
"Is the princess still blaming the slave family for beating you rudely that day? The slave family is here to apologize to the princess. This kind of skill should be done by the slave family. A girl with rough hands and feet will break the princess's body.
It’s a body worth a thousand pieces of gold.”
As he spoke, he secretly winked at Qinglian, who kept her head bowed and remained silent.
Qian Duoduo felt that Huaru's hand was as cold as water, and it was very uncomfortable for her to hold it in her hand, so she unhappily tried to pull her hand back.
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Hua Ru held her hand and refused to let go.
Qing Yi groaned, and Duo Duo looked up, only to see a male version of Qing Lian smiling sinisterly and knocking Qing Yi unconscious with the palm of his knife. Poor Qing Yi didn't even know who hit her, so she fainted to the ground. Before she fainted, she still hoped
Your master must not be deceived by Mrs. Hua Ru's smile that hides a knife in her smile.
"Hey, you're not Qinglian, what are you going to do, you dead demon?"
Duoduo screamed, exerted all his strength, and wanted to throw Huaru to the ground. Unexpectedly, this dead demon was very smart and saw her intention. He suddenly touched her body. She was numb all over and couldn't vomit anymore.
Say a word.
"Madam, what should we do next?" the ladyboy asked Mrs. Huaru respectfully.