Yan Qingrui couldn't move yet, she didn't hear the sound of footsteps, but a pair of brocade boots appeared in front of her.

She couldn't see the man's expression, but just looked at the hem of the mysterious clothes, knowing that it was the Qinghe King yesterday.

Then, a voice condescendingly, revealing indescribable sarcasm and malice: "Lying here and pretending to be dead?"

Pretend to be your sister, who pretends to be dead and pretends to be ye doesn't even move his fingers? Yan Qingrui's neck is still stiff, and she can't see the contemptuous look of the man above her head.

If she hadn't been mentally strong enough, she would have to freeze to death and starve to death.

Seeing Yan Qingrui moving, Shangguan Qianyu took two steps forward and gently hooked her waist with his feet. Yan Qingrui, who could not move, turned over like a piece of wood. She used to be thrown into the ground, but now she has four legs facing the sky.

Yan Qingrui: ""

This is a pure humiliation, Shangguan Qianyu, right? This is a good thing. I won’t beat you up and you won’t be able to cry and howl.

The angry Yan Qingrui's head was still pressed by a pearl crown at this time. She couldn't see Shangguan Qianyu's face clearly, but she heard Shangguan Qianyu smiled coldly: "The Yan family's bitter plan is getting easier! I didn't have to pay tribute to tea here. From today on, you will get out of the Qingchan Temple and move to Fenghe Temple! I don't want to see you!"

As he spoke, he actually hooked her waist again, so Yan Qingrui turned over like a piece of wood again.

Yan Qingrui had the intention to kill people, but she still couldn't move her fingers. The Yan family was cruel, and Shangguan Qianyu was even more cruel. No wonder she would rather die than marry. She was wise.

Shangguan Qianyu had already walked out of the yard and heard him give a cold command: "Immediately send someone to throw this woman and her things to Fengheyuan!"

"Prince, is Feng Heyuan?" An uncertain and hesitant voice was a little hesitant.

"Do you need this king to say it again?" The voice became octave again.

"Yes, yes! I'll send someone to clean up here."

"No need! Didn't she have any skills? No one except her is allowed to send!"

"Yes, Prince!"

Yan Qingrui gritted her teeth, and she knew that there was something strange about Fengheyuan. When could she move?

Perhaps because the resentment in her heart was too strong, it created strength, or the effect of the medicine was slowly passing, Yan Qingrui felt that her hands could move, and then her body slowly recovered some strength.

She knew that someone would come to move her to Fengheyuan later, but she didn't want people to see her in such a miserable state. She hurriedly tried her best to finally struggle from the ground, veiling her head? Smashing! Pearl crown? Smashing!

She promised that she would never wear this thing again in her life.

I finally climbed back to the bed and felt the warmth between the bed and quilts, and the sound of footsteps outside.

This time some servants came and walked into the house under the guidance of the housekeeper's wife.

The butler's wife, who was over thirty years old, bowed to Yan Qingrui on the bed: "Princess, I am here to help you move the yard, please give me instructions!" Although she was polite, she was inconvenient.

The effect of the medicine gradually faded, and the strength was repeated little by little, and Yan Qingrui sat up from the bed.

The butler's wife looked at the pale face, her makeup was blurry, and her delicate figure drooped her eyelids and made the strange look hidden in the eyes.

Yan Qingrui stood up and said, "Let's go!" She also wanted to see where Fengheyuan was and where Shangguan Qianyu wanted to exile her?
Chapter completed!