Murong Canghai raised his hand and replied briefly, "Old Madam, you are polite."
Although he was an uninvited guest, he could not be ignored. After Su Buqing considered it, he led the king of the North Courtyard to sit opposite the fourth, sixth and seventh princes, on the same side as Concubine Zhen.
After sitting down, Murong Canghai's evil and sycophantic eyes lightly glanced over Su Zicong's crippled right hand, and an unnoticed smile escaped from the corners of his lips.
Xuanyuan Qiche's fists on the table were clenched, the cup in his hand was shaking secretly, and fire almost burst out of his eyes.
Murong Canghai met his icy gaze calmly. Xuanyuan Qiche was startled, his heart felt as if he had been stabbed by the tip of a knife. The King of the North Campus looked at him with murderous intent, which made him breathless.
.
He only had a brief contact with Murong Canghai two years ago when he went to the Daqin Palace to celebrate the birthday of the young emperor of Daqin on the orders of the prince. The two did not form any grudge. Why did he look at him with such cold eyes?
While everyone's eyes were focused on the King of the North Courtyard, Song Feiyan secretly left the banquet site while avoiding everyone's eyes and ears. She took two girls and walked to the garden at the back. Su Baixi and Su Zicong saw each other and smiled at each other——
Hahaha.
The fun is about to begin.
Su Baixi picked up the sake in front of her and took a sip, her posture elegant and seductive.
With the appearance of the King of Beiyuan, everyone at the banquet began to have their own concerns.
Only Su Yueming, from beginning to end, seemed not to have been affected in any way, completely aloof from the incident, and still listened obediently to what the old lady was saying.
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"Bang!"
With a sudden sound, the door of Yuming Garden was kicked open by two fierce maids.
Third Yiniang, who was sitting in the room drinking medicine, stood up suddenly in fright, and dropped the medicine bowl in her hand to the ground, breaking into pieces.
When the maid Xiang Qiao saw the people coming in, she suddenly felt an ominous premonition in her heart. She stammered -
"Biao, Miss Biao."
However, Song Feiyan didn't care about Xiang Qiao's existence. She raised her chin and walked up to Third Yiniang with a dangerous aura in her eyes. She glanced at her contemptuously and asked arrogantly -
"Are you Su Yueming's biological mother?"
The timid third aunt, under Song Feiyan's gaze, saw two ferocious-looking maids behind her. She was so frightened that she shivered all over and huddled up. Her whole face was pale, she was breathless, and her mouth was open.
, but I couldn’t make a sound because I was too nervous and scared.
"Are you deaf or mute? I asked you something, why didn't you answer?" Song Feiyan stretched out her hand and pushed San Yiniang hard, scolding her mercilessly like a lowly and humble slave.
Third aunt.
"I..." Big beads of sweat broke out on the third aunt's face. She trembled and said in an almost high-pitched voice that could not be heard clearly, "Miss Cousin, did the third lady commit something?"
Seeing that Third Yiniang was about to faint from fear, Song Feiyan couldn't help but feel extremely satisfied. With the pleasure of revenge against Su Yueming, she raised her hand and slapped Third Yiniang on the face.
This first slap was the one Su Yueming had just avoided!
"Pah!" Before San Yiniang could react, she raised her hand and gave her a firm slap.
This second slap was blocked by Su Yueming with her hand just now.
After being slapped twice, the third aunt's eyes were filled with stars and the corners of her mouth were bleeding.
Humph, didn't this little bitch dare to teach her a lesson? Then she would give all the things that the little bitch should have endured to the little bitch's own mother!