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Chapter 63: Forgive you is not my personality

But that's wrong, why should I stay here stupidly waiting to die? This is so unlike my concubine Xiaoran's personality?

Just as I was thinking about it, my eyes inadvertently glanced at the open window on the right, and an idea suddenly came to my mind. I hurriedly called Zi'er who was about to leave, and told her to lock the door, so that His Highness the Prince would not blame her if she saw it.

The little girl seemed really afraid of Qi Chenxuan. Although she couldn't bear it, she still obeyed her orders...

As for why I did this, it was just so that she wouldn’t be in trouble after running away!

As the saying goes, "You are unkind and I am unjust." If you dare to let me live in a woodshed, I will dare to let you go to court...

It’s just that leaving like this doesn’t seem to be able to express my personality. What should I do? After thinking about it for a while, I neatly tore off the hem of my skirt, and then cruelly bit my finger.

What to do? Of course, write a letter of divorce!

After writing the letter of divorce?

Climb the window!

After climbing through the window?

Go back to the room and get the money!

Oh, oh, oh...

Fortunately, that guy Qi Chenxuan didn't go back to his room to sleep, and the two heartless little girls didn't know where they went. I sneaked into the house, simply packed a few clothes, and quickly went out with my treasure box in my arms.

The biggest advantage of being a royal daughter-in-law is that you can receive a lot of gifts when you get married, and all of them are priceless treasures. If you sell just one, it will be enough for me for more than half a year.

A wonderful life begins here...

Fortunately, the guards at the Prince's Mansion are not as strict as the palace. I easily slipped out of the gate while the concierge was changing. The air outside the mansion was so fresh, the moon and stars were sparse, the lights were bright, and the smell of freedom was everywhere.

It seems that my choice is indeed the most correct!

"Gululu...Gululu..."

I was walking alone on a quiet street, and my stomach made a clear protest sound. A few passers-by turned around and looked at me involuntarily. Fortunately, it was night, and no one could see my flushed face clearly. It was so embarrassing.

It’s better to quickly find a restaurant to fill your stomach before saying...

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