But it doesn't mean that her situation has improved. The Chu family or Chu Mingcui will definitely be more afraid of her because of this.
In addition, Yu Wenhao will take up the post of Jingzhao Prefecture Governor, which is equivalent to dropping a pebble in a calm lake, causing the lake to suddenly become chaotic.
It is well known that Emperor Ming Yuan treated the King of Chu coldly, and he would never be entrusted with important responsibilities.
Therefore, some people may guess that this is the intention of the Supreme Emperor.
Nowadays, she is the happiest person dancing around the Supreme Emperor. She is also the Princess of Chu. She said a few words for the King of Chu in front of the Supreme Emperor, and the King of Chu changed from a thorn in the emperor's eyes to a popular person.
What if the King of Chu was determined to aspire to be the crown prince?
Yuan Qingling remembered the time when Yu Wenhao was assassinated and shuddered.
"Help me scratch my back!" As he was thinking deeply, Yu Wenhao's slightly irritable voice came from beside him.
He rubbed his back hard against the soft cushion, his face was swollen and it was difficult to distinguish his emotions, and he could not open his eyes.
Yuan Qing Ling said: "You can reach it with your own hands."
Yu Wenhao stretched out his hands tremblingly, and pitifully tried to open his eyes to look at her. Although there was only a crack, Yuan Qing's smiling face was still reflected in his eyes.
His hands were swollen like pig's trotters, and any place not covered by clothing was stung by wasps.
It hurts so badly.
Although Yuan Qingling thought this man was a bully, he looked really pitiful.
She scratched him through her clothes, "Is this here?"
She didn't have any nails, so she couldn't scratch the itchy spot through her clothes, and even stroking it up and down like this made it even more itchy.
"No, you just put your hand in, from the collar!" Yu Wenhao twisted his body and said.
Yuan Qingling knelt down halfway, pulled open his collar and put her hands in.
"here?"
"In a little while."
"Chicken wing on the left?"
"You're the chicken wing, just below the shoulder bone." He tried hard to glare, but with little success.
"Where?"
"...Why are you so stupid?" he said angrily, "It's the left chicken wing."
Yuan Qingling laughed. In fact, she knew where it was because when she put her hand in, his back kept moving to accommodate her fingers.
"What a proud rooster." Yuan Qingling said with a smile.
"Shut up!" Yu Wenhao effortlessly closed his eyes, feeling the place where her fingernails brushed felt so comfortable that he could forgive her for her wantonness.
Even though he didn't forgive her, there was nothing he could do to deal with her.
"Put it harder and go down further." Yu Wenhao snorted softly.
Yuan Qingling pressed her body in front of him, stretched out her hands with all her strength, and her chest was almost completely pressed against his face.
Yu Wenhao's face was originally hot, painful, and sore, but suddenly he hit a soft ball, and he felt that the sour, sore, and soreness suddenly subsided a lot.
This woman is so despicable. Even now, she still doesn't forget to seduce him.
However, seeing that she felt comfortable scratching her itch, I didn't care about it for the time being.
But is her chest padded with cotton? Why is it so soft and comfortable?
It was so comfortable that he couldn't help but turn his face and bury himself deeply inside.