Rou'er stumbled and crawled to Feng Liye's feet, crying: "Your Majesty, please have mercy on our princess."
"The princess can't eat or drink the medicine every day. She keeps vomiting. The princess can't rest well. The princess...the princess' body can no longer bear too much."
Chu Weiyun still cried, crying so much that her body was shaking.
Rou'er continued: "It's Rou'er's fault. It's Rou'er who deserves to die. Rou'er heard that the princess's carriage is not that bumpy. It's Rou'er who was bold and wanted to borrow the carriage from the princess."
She kowtowed to Feng Liye, with blood still oozing from the corners of her lips, and blood stains all over her clothes.
This look is indescribably pitiful.
"It's Rou'er who deserves to die! But the princess really can't bear it any longer! Please have mercy on the princess and give her a chance to live."
Feng Liye pushed Chu Weiyun gently and handed her over to the doctor.
He walked towards Chu Qingge: "Lend the carriage to them."
"No!" Chu Qingge's answer was so decisive!
No one thought that the Ninth Princess could be so stubborn in front of the Crown Prince.
Feng Liye didn't expect it either.
Now that things have come to this, she still dares to confront him in front of everyone!
His face turned cold for a moment.
The frozen Hanchuan River was even more rustling with the wind, but just one glance completely suppressed the surrounding temperature.
Qiao'er, who was standing behind Chu Qingge, was so frightened that her legs softened and she almost knelt on the ground!
The prince is really angry!
After all, if the princess defied him like this in front of all the soldiers, how could he lose his face?
"Princess..." Qiao'er carefully tugged on Chu Qingge's clothes, "Princess, we... we don't want the carriage."
Qiaoer didn't want to see the princess and the prince quarreling.
Although she couldn't swallow this breath, she was more afraid that the princess would be harmed.
Unexpectedly, Chu Qingge still stood upright and looked back at Feng Liye coldly.
"I said, I won't borrow it!"
"How dare you!" This woman is so unafraid of death!
"Why should you make the decision about my carriage? You have to protect that woman, and you lend her your own thunder."
Not only did Chu Qingge not flinch, she even took a step forward and faced him head-on!
The man in front of me is the Prince of War, the God of War who is so powerful in the entire Chu Kingdom!
The hearts of the brothers tightened for a while. Although they were indescribably nervous, for some reason, at this moment, they actually wanted to cheer for the Ninth Princess.
Don't be too mighty at all.
However, the one she provoked was their eldest son...
The brothers all had mixed emotions, excited, nervous, restless and entangled.
I admire a woman for having such courage, but I am afraid that the prince will be really angry.
What's more, the prince seems to be angry.
Feng Liye glanced at Chu Qingge coldly, with a trace of disdain flashing across her expressionless brows.
"Take her things away."
The tone is neither salty nor bland, but it is so unquestionable!
"You!" Chu Qingge tightened her palms, and the true energy she had practiced last night suddenly surged up.
There was a taste of fishy sweetness on the lips.
But she held on tightly to prevent her blood from gushing out.
Otherwise, she will definitely vomit blood in front of everyone!
"Princess!"
"I'm fine!" She looked coldly at Feng Si, who had to accept the order and send her things out of the carriage.
With great difficulty, he suppressed the blood that reached his lips.
She just walked over, looked at Feng Si coldly, and said hoarsely: "I, the princess, will take my own things and get out of here!"
