The women immediately recited what they had prepared, saying nothing more than how Chu Yue was ruthless, beating up his concubines, and wanting to get rid of Minglan's child.
At the end, a woman sobbed: "Sir, please go and see the girl. Her face is swollen and her belly has been kicked. Please ask the imperial doctor to see her."
The prince is not at home, and the princess is the eldest in the house. If she doesn't say anything, the family will naturally not dare to invite the doctor.
As for the imperial doctor, even the concubine is not qualified to ask for one.
Wan Fang glared at them coldly.
Mu Youche motioned to go see Minglan.
She had a plain face, her eyes were red and swollen like peaches from crying, her clothes were hanging loosely, and she looked like pear blossoms with rain in them, which made me feel pity for her.
Mu Youche stood with his hands behind his hands. His dark purple robe made him even more handsome, as majestic as a god, and his elegance was peerless.
She looked at him, unable to see the expression on his face. She hoped that he could stay with her and comfort her. It would be best if Chu Yue could be deposed.
She cried so hard that she felt weak and seemed about to faint.
Mu Youche stepped forward to help her, and she fell into his arms and said in a hoarse voice: "Master, you have to make the decision for me. I, I, woo woo..." She lay down on him
He was sobbing loudly in his chest, and his clothes were wet with tears.
He has the unique masculinity of a man, but does not have the odor of sweat that other men have, and is clean and fragrant.
It made her reluctant to leave him, thinking of him in her dreams.
She opened her arms and put her arms around his lean and slender waist, and rubbed her cheek against his chest, "Master, can you stay with Minglan?"
Mu Youche lowered his eyes and looked at her, pulled away her hand and said, "You are healthy, so you'd better rest well."
Ming Lan burst into tears, "Master, do you dislike this slave?"
Mu Youche couldn't help but feel upset. These women were always fighting for favor, clinging to him like vampires, eager to drain him dry.
That woman... He couldn't help but think of Chu Yue's bright and charming eyes. She was the most qualified to invite him, but she always looked like she was rejecting people thousands of miles away. She was surprised every time he went there and wished she could lock him up.
outside the door.
He didn't go to her yard, and she didn't complain. Instead, she didn't know what to do all day long.
Originally, he thought she was pretending to be sick to invite favors from him, but who knew...
