After Long Qian said something lightly, he picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea.
Han Zhixiang stared at her and was so angry that she almost broke her silver teeth.
"Why should I share this kind of thing with you?"
"It's really not necessary." Long Qian put down the cup and shook his head, "If you don't want to say it, go away!"
"Get as far away as you can, I'm getting annoyed just looking at you!"
Can you please stop coming here to cause trouble for her? She is most afraid of trouble. Wouldn't it be nice to do research and development?
"Long Qian, who do you think you are, how dare you talk to me like this?" Han Zhixiang strode forward, looking like he was going to kill someone.
"Empress Zhixiang, don't be angry!" Xia Lian went over and grabbed her.
"Your Majesty is not a tool used by King Ling to alleviate his anger. Since he is willing to have you, your status is definitely different from others."
"Let's go, let's go there first, don't get so angry."
After hearing Xia Lian's words, Han Zhixiang finally felt better.
"That's right." She took a few deep breaths and slowly calmed down.
"I shouldn't be like a tool. After Brother Ling's twenty-third birthday, he won't need this tool."
"At that time, what will Ziyuan mean? The entire mausoleum will be mine, hahaha..."
Han Zhixiang smiled happily.
"You're talking nonsense!" Dingdang was so angry that his teeth itched, "Our princess is not a tool, the prince treats the princess sincerely."
The princess is not a tool! Although she was before, she is definitely not now.
Han Zhixiang stopped smiling and pointed at Dingdang, the light in her eyes seemed to be laced with venom.
"You bitch! After I become Princess Shanling, the first person to die is Long Qian, and the second one is you!"
Dingdang bit his lip, obviously frightened.
Long Qian coughed lightly and knocked on the table: "What are you afraid of? At least there is someone to support you, right?"
Dingdang looked back at Long Qian, pursed her pink lips, and returned to her seat to sit down.
"I'm not afraid as long as the princess is here!"
"Long Qian, just continue to deceive yourself and others! Ha..." Han Zhixiang smiled coldly.
"Actually, I should thank you. If you hadn't given me the medicine, I still wouldn't be sure of Brother Ling's feelings for me."
"Who is Brother Ling? If he doesn't like me, he won't kiss me..."
Before the last word "near" was uttered, Han Zhixiang was interrupted by Long Qian.
"Are you sure it was him last night?"
Han Zhixiang looked into Long Qian's eyes, feeling as if something was blocking her heart.
"What...what do you mean? Can't I even recognize Brother Ling?"
"So you're not sure yourself either." Long Qian shook his head and looked away.
What about gentleness? Why does she not believe that this wolf can be gentle?
However, it doesn't matter if it's him or not, she will leave sooner or later.
"It's him!" Han Zhixiang shouted categorically, "Long Qian, I know you are jealous of me. It's him, it must be Brother Ling."
"Then have you seen his true appearance? Is he handsome?" Long Qian asked with raised eyebrows.
She is so good and bad. When she sees Han Zhixiang in a hurry, she feels very good.
"He is wearing a mask, how could I..." Han Zhixiang thought of something and frowned, "Long Qian, have you seen the true face of Brother Ling?"
Long Qian glanced at her and shrugged: "Let's go, I won't share such boudoir matters with you."
The best thing is to make her mad! Let her always say that she is a tool, hum!
Suddenly, a cold air hit his face, and a tall, cold figure appeared outside the palace door.
