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Chapter 23 The Ugly Scar on the Wrist

Chunxiang suddenly knelt down with a plop. She looked towards Yu Tianxing with red eyes. "Your Majesty, I'm so brave. Princess Ning really can't play a song for the Emperor. Please forgive me. It's not that the Princess is unwilling, but that the Princess really can't.

Your Majesty, please take a look." Chunxiang suddenly rolled up Fang Qing's sleeves and tore off the embroidered handkerchief on her hand.

The shocking wound, the split scar, and the bloody wrist were all clearly visible to everyone.

"This is—" Emperor Yu Tianxing had a look of surprise on his face.

"The doctor said that the princess's wrist muscles and bones are bruised, and she will not be able to play the piano from now on. The princess cannot play a song for the emperor at all. She has unspeakable difficulties. Please don't blame the princess, I beg you.

Chunxiang kowtowed. At this moment, she finally understood what Fang Qing meant.

The third lady suffered from amnesia and could not play the piano at all.

The harm she mentioned was also protection, and she finally understood the balance of interests and risks involved.

Yu Tianxing's cold face gradually calmed down, and he waved his hand silently. "Get back."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Chunxiang stood up and immediately pushed Fang Qing back to her seat.

The ministers looked at Yu Tianqi intentionally or unintentionally, with disbelief and anger in their eyes. But Fang Qing didn't say a word from the beginning to the end. She calmly allowed Chunxiang to take her

He bandaged his wrist again, then silently picked up the chopsticks and enjoyed it silently.

The storm passed like this.

The ministers sat in their seats and soon forgot everything they had just heard. They were enjoying the singing and dancing, eating meat and drinking wine.

Only one person.

Luan Yuchen looked at Fang Qing like this. There was red light swaying in his warm and watery eyes. His eyes were like lightning, and he looked sharply at Yu Tianqi at the table.

His cute and innocent sister, who could occasionally be bratty, now looked like this, with no vitality, no aura, and only a numb and cold expression.

The emerald wine glass in his hand suddenly shattered.

Impulsively, he looked at Yu Tianqi and Lu Yijing smiling softly and talking softly, and then at Fang Qing, who was lonely and deserted, eating his meal alone and expressionless.

There was an unknown fire rising from his chest.

Enraged, regardless of the situation, he ran over and punched the unsuspecting Yu Tianqi to the ground. "Yu Tianqi, you bullied me too much! You made my sister's legs unable to dance. You can't dance enough."

You even caused her to lose her hands. You cold-blooded guy, why did you ruin Qing'er's life? Why did you? I will avenge my sister today." His fist struck again.

This time, Yu Tianqi was on guard, and Luan Yuchen's fist failed.

There was an uproar at the table.

"Stop! What are you doing?" Yu Tianxing was already unhappy, but now he saw Luan Yuchen disrupting the banquet again, with a bad look on his face.

"Wei Chen disturbed the banquet, and Wei Chen is guilty." The corner of Yu Tianqi's mouth broke, and he knelt down to face the king.

"The guilty minister deserves to die. Your Majesty, please calm down." Luan Xiang hurriedly stepped forward and knelt down to kowtow. He called Luan Yuchen. "You evil son, you still don't kneel down to apologize!"

Luan Yuchen knelt down.

"Wei Chen disturbed the emperor's banquet, which is Wei Chen's crime, but Wei Chen does not regret doing so."


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