"Why didn't you speak, why were you silent? Did you admit it? Did you admit that you really did it?" He yelled, and a look of extreme hatred flashed across his beautiful glass eyes.
The suppressed pain from her wrist made Fang Qing frown in displeasure. She raised her eyes with cold eyes.
You've come to question me, don't you just believe her? In that case, is there any difference between her silence or her explanation? She thought to herself.
Yu Tianqi saw that he was silent for a long time, just staring at him steadily with a pair of indifferent and clear eyes. His expression was shocked, and when he lost consciousness, his tightening strength loosened.
His eyes were fixed on her indifferent face, and her beautiful eyebrows were raised high. Is this Luan Yuqing's usual behavior? Shouldn't she be acting up? Shouldn't she be talking up to him plausibly?
Why is she silent, why doesn't she speak? Is this considered acquiescence?
He stared gloomily at her flawless wrist, thinking of Jing'er's blood-stained wrist. He felt annoyed and tightened his slack strength again.
"Luan Yuqing, you should remember my king's warning. If you don't behave yourself and make trouble again, I will definitely give you back all the tricks you played." He felt cruel and stood beside the desk.
The tea bowl on the table was crushed into pieces by him, and his palm was scratched by the fragments, but he remained unmoved.
He held the sharp fragment and slowly approached her hand.
It turned out that the woman was just playing tricks and had no creativity. Fang Qing sighed softly and twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, not afraid of what Yu Tianqi would do to her.
Anyway——
A sharp stinging pain came from her wrist. Compared with the first time she hit the ground, the cut this time was not as deep as just an inch of skin.
She looked at the wound calmly, not complaining about pain, and not in a hurry to deal with the blood-stained wound.
Yu Tianqi looked at her who didn't care, and his eyes were inexplicably flashing with fire. In fact, as long as she said she didn't do it, he could, he could——
"Can this injury be enough to compensate for Concubine Jing's injury?" What she gave him was an infuriating answer.
"Not enough, far from enough, you vicious woman." How could Yu Tianqi soften his heart for a moment? How could he not be able to penetrate the fragments? He looked at her plain and heartless face angrily, and the fragments in his hands were cruel
He stabbed another three points hard.
Enchanting blood.
One drop, two drops, three drops, four drops...
Red flowers dripped from his silver python robe.
However, apart from Fang Qing frowning, she didn't hum. On the contrary, when Yu Tianqi touched the hot and sticky liquid and flowed through his fingers, he suddenly stopped moving.
He stood up quickly, embodying the panic in his heart with coldness.
"Luan Yuqing, I hope you will remember the lesson this time." He looked a little embarrassed and left Lan Xinju unsteadily.
When Chunxiang came back from preparing dinner, she screamed when she saw Fang Qing injured and bleeding.
"Miss Third, the prince has bullied the young lady again." She rushed over with tears in her eyes and held Fang Qing's hand. "The prince is so cruel. The scar is so deep that I'm afraid it won't be erased." Her tears seemed to be broken.
Like pearls of thread, it flowed down. "Third Miss, I will get you the best golden sore medicine. The young master gave it to you last time."
Fang Qing shook her head and said calmly: "No need. Use this piece of white silk to bandage it, as long as it can stop the bleeding." She gritted her teeth and tied the bleeding area, knotting it tightly.
"Miss Third, how is this possible?" Chunxiang's tears hung on her eyelashes.
"It's okay, I'm hungry, let's eat." Fang Qing's eyebrows did not move.
"Third Miss, Third Miss, how could you do this? How could you not care about yourself so much. In the past, although Third Miss had a bad temper, was irritable, and liked to play pranks, at least she was alive. But now Third Miss seems to be completely
It’s like exile yourself, I don’t care at all, I don’t care about anything anymore.” Chunxiang shouted excitedly.
Fang Qing sighed softly and handed her a piece of brocade silk. "Wipe your tears, it's an eyesore."
"Miss Third!" She was already so sad. How could Miss Third still be like this?
"Chunxiang." Fang Qing put down her chopsticks and looked at her calmly. "If I don't want to live well, I won't eat. Do you understand?"
Chunxiang looked at her in confusion. "But -"
"I have my intentions, and you will know in a few days. Sometimes harm, in other cases, is a kind of protection." She put the dish in her lips and chewed it carefully.
The third lady’s words are so enigmatic. Why can’t she understand a word of it?