Looking up, Xi Jian Liying was holding her hands and looking at her with a playful expression, as if she wanted to see how she would handle this matter.
She thought for a moment, frowned, and said calmly: "This is not something I can decide."
"What's more, this is His Highness's decision. If you ask for it, you should also ask him!"
Her voice was cold, as if it had nothing to do with her.
Xijian Liyingjun frowned at her blunt attitude.
It doesn't seem particularly surprising.
In fact, both of them are relatively indifferent and don't particularly care about the life and death of others.
The two people's eyes met, their eyes were cold, and there was a slight chill in the air.
Seeing that Yanran had no reaction, the concubine's expression changed, she bit her silver teeth, lowered her voice and said angrily: "Feng Qianxiao, you are such a cold-hearted woman!"
She was not angry at such insults.
In fact, she also sympathized with the plight of these women as abandoned wives.
However, Xijian Liying is not their lover.
What's more, he has also made proper arrangements for their future.
If Xijian Liying is willing to let her go like this, she will be very happy and touched.
My future life will also be arranged well.
I really don’t know why they are crying and crying and dying.
Yanran couldn't understand their behavior.
Seeing the indifference on her face, the concubine suddenly gritted her teeth and pulled out a pair of scissors from her sleeve with lightning speed.
He aimed it at her face and scratched it.
He yelled crazily: "If you hadn't instigated His Highness, Your Highness wouldn't have done this to me. I would have ruined your face! Destroyed!"
Yanran possesses martial arts skills, and when this woman who usually only does embroidery and sewing at home takes scissors and intends to commit murder, she has already felt it.
He jumped back, slashed his hands, and snatched away her scissors.