"No," Mo Xiaohuan stopped, "Huan Pei, you were hurt because of me, you were punished!"
Mo Xiaohuan said, turning around and staring into Yu Beiming's eyes: "Yu Beiming, if you want to punish me, punish me! I don't care about Mrs. Huanpei! I instigated her to bring these herbs!"
"Do you think you can escape the consequences?" Yu Beiming's face became gloomy again, "Your ten lives are not enough to offset the anger of the lonely king!"
Mrs. Huanpei, who was kneeling on the ground, said: "Princess, you are not wrong."
Mrs. Huanpei's two strands of hair fell on her face, her smile was sad, and Mo Xiaohuan felt extremely guilty.
Yan Li, Yu Beiming's personal bodyguard, knew how to look and immediately shouted to the bodyguard: "Take him down."
"Yes!" the guards responded.
"No!" Mo Xiaohuan stretched out her arm to pull Mrs. Huanpei, but one of her arms was tightened by Yu Beiming's big iron-like hand.
Mrs. Huanpei did not look back, but the guards acted in an orderly manner and quickly dragged the bleeding Mrs. Huanpei away.
Fufeng also left behind the guards. He said: "Your Majesty, Princess, Fufeng has resigned."
Mo Xiaohuan had too many questions about this person, so why did he let him go so easily: "Stop Fufeng! I have questions to ask you!"
From the beginning, he rescued himself in the imperial garden, and later, he fought off two killers and saved himself from danger again...
But! Which one is the truth?
Which side is Fufeng on?
She must ask clearly
Fufeng's thin and straight back had a different kind of grace. He did not turn around, he just said: "Didn't the princess see it all? Fufeng is the prince's guest?"
No!
The shame of being betrayed exploded in Mo Xiaohuan's mind
Thinking of what happened in the past, Mo Xiaohuan suddenly felt like a big fool for being deceived.
How could you be so stupid! You were actually being played with and applauded?
"So," Mo Xiaohuan gritted her teeth to stop herself from trembling, "you approached me purposefully and tested me from the beginning, right?"
A cold voice: "Yes"
Yu Beiming seemed to be impatient with the conversation between Mo Xiaohuan and Fufeng, so he took Mo Xiaohuan and walked towards the back of the palace.
Mo Xiaohuan's pretty face was filled with endless disappointment, and the crystal tears unknowingly wet her curled eyelashes.
She was like a rag doll being carried back by Yu Beiming and placed there
For a long time, Mo Xiaohuan's heart did not calm down.
After Yu Beiming took a bath, he saw Mo Xiaohuan lying motionless with her beautiful eyes open. She still maintained the same state as when he left.
His face gradually cooled down, and he walked up to her side and looked down at the beautiful woman.
Yes, she has exquisite curves, she has stunning beauty, and her natural charm makes men fascinated.
However, he didn't like her stubborn character. He was the powerful Prince Ling, Yu Beiming. Even the new emperor Yu Pinxian, who sat in a high position in the imperial city, did not dare to confront him head-on and become his opponent.
And this gift from Yu Pinxian——
How dare she challenge his majesty!
Yu Beiming's eyes became profound, and Mo Qinghuan in front of him was no longer what he remembered.
Mo Qinghuan used to be so weak and pitiful, but the woman in front of her was too smart, and she always had a strong courage and perseverance in her body!