Mr. Yan, who had been standing nearby as a backdrop, couldn't help but look at Aunt Sun, with a suspicious look on his face.
Seeing the nervous look in King Qian's eyes, Aunt Sun felt jealous and hateful in her heart, and she became careless about what she said, "Before I just came in, Sister Wangfei had been walking among the men. She should be still there now."
there."
The veins on King Qian's forehead kept pulsing, which showed that he was suppressing his anger.
Mr. Yan softly called: "Your Majesty."
King Qian glanced at Mr. Yan, their eyes met, and he understood what Mr. Yan meant.
He took a deep breath, turned around and told Anu: "Anu, send Aunt Sun back!"
Aunt Sun didn't believe that King Qian could tolerate this kind of thing, and she wanted to provoke her, "Your Majesty, sister"
King Qian scolded him sternly: "That's enough, get out of here! If you keep talking here, do you believe that I will punish you for disrespecting your mistress and stirring up trouble?"
Aunt Sun's legs were weak, but she held on and refused to retreat.
King Qian narrowed his eyes slightly. He had to admire this woman's courage tonight.
She was able to persevere in the face of his anger. If she had this courage when facing the enemy, he would still respect her as a woman.
"Father, my son is here to take his aunt back."
When the atmosphere inside the tent became stagnant, the curtain was lifted from the outside again, and Li Chengli walked in.
Facing his wise son, King Qian calmed down his anger and said, "I'll ask you to send your aunt back."
"I'm sorry for disturbing my father. My son will help my aunt back right now."
Aunt Sun wanted to say something else, but how could Li Chengli let her get her wish? He directly covered her mouth and dragged her out of the royal tent.
After returning to her tent, Aunt Sun broke free from Li Chengli's shackles and slapped him in the face with her backhand.
"Crack!"
Li Chengli raised his hand to caress his burning cheek, smiled coldly, and said mockingly: "My aunt has really improved her skills now!"
Aunt Sun shouted in a low voice: "It's not your treacherous son's turn to take care of my affairs!"
"You think I want to get involved in your bad affairs. If I didn't show up in time tonight, how do you think my father would punish you?"
Li Chengli held back his anger and mocked: "What is more important, a concubine who is restless in the family, or a princess who is married to a famous matchmaker, don't you need me to help you weigh it? A concubine whose fate is in the hands of the mistress, I
I really don’t understand where you got the courage to confront your mistress directly?”
Aunt Sun saw that her son, who had been pregnant for ten months, had a concubine on the left and a concubine on the right. She tried her best to ridicule her, and she was so angry that her whole body trembled.
"How presumptuous! Who allowed you to talk to your biological mother like this? Is this your attitude towards your mother? All the books you have read for so many years have been in vain, and all the books have been read into the dog's belly?"
"Haha." After hearing this, Li Chengli couldn't help but raise his head and laugh.
After he had laughed enough, he looked at her with eyes that were as cold as the twelfth lunar month in winter, with no trace of the admiration a son might have for his mother.
"Mother? You really dare to put gold on your face. How dare a concubine of yours who calls herself a slave deserve the honorific title of mother?"
The color on Aunt Sun's face had completely faded. If she hadn't heard these words coming from her son's mouth today, she wouldn't have dared to believe that she was so unbearable in his eyes!
She trembled on her lips, "The only difference between her and me is a name. In your eyes, am I so bad?"
Li Chengli gritted his teeth and spit out one word, "Yes!"
"You are so cruel! The son inherited his father's legacy, you are indeed his seed!"
If I had known this outcome, I should have been drowned in a urine bucket when I was born.
It's a pity that I didn't know earlier.
Aunt Sun clutched her chest, heartbroken!
The cold wind is blowing!
My heart is cold!
Li Chengli saw her leaning on the couch, with complicated emotions flashing in his eyes, and finally turned around and left.
After an unknown amount of time, the curtain was lifted again, and the third lady, Fu Shi, walked in.
"Auntie, I'll wait for you to rest."
Aunt Sun waved away the hand she extended, "I don't have to worry about you, you and your wife are just the same thing! White-eyed wolves!"
The third lady lowered her eyes and looked at the red back of her hand, and then spoke in a cold tone, "Since my aunt doesn't need my care, I will go back and take care of the children first."
"you"
How could the third lady give her a chance to speak, just throw up her sleeves and leave.
Aunt Sun was so angry that she almost rolled her eyes this time. Her son didn't take her seriously, and now even her daughter-in-law dared to show off to her.
"Bitch, this bitch!"
She was so angry that she picked up the pillow on the couch and threw it towards the door.
The pillow hit the door curtain, and the maid at the door shrank in fright. She picked up the pillow, patted it, and walked in timidly.
"Auntie."
"Get out! You all get out of here!"
She was so angry!
Let’s talk about King Qian’s side.
When Aunt Sun left, he became more and more irritated as he thought about it, and finally couldn't help but rush out of the royal tent.
Mr. Yan looked at the swaying door curtain, the corner of his mouth twitching, the man's narrow-mindedness is infinitely powerful.
Just now he tried his best to persuade the prince, but the prince refused to leave the tent. Now, because of the man's pitiful possessiveness, the prince rushed out without his persuasion.
But he was also curious in his heart, what did the princess do that was so outrageous that Aunt Sun brought the complaint to the prince?
After hearing from Aunt Sun that the princess was walking among the men, King Qian left the royal tent and looked for a place with many men.
After searching almost the entire camp, she was finally found among the wounded.
Hongmei stood and handed tools or medicine to Xia Jing, so King Qian rushed over and she noticed it immediately.
"princess."
Xia Jing kept bandaging her hands and asked without raising her head, "What's the matter?"
"Your Majesty."
"What's wrong, Your Majesty?"
Xia Jing tied the bandaged cloth into a knot and turned around to see the huge King Qian standing next to her.
She thought he was here to visit the wounded, so she asked in a rare gentle tone: "Why is the prince here? You haven't rested yet?"
"." Being inexplicably cared for, King Qian was filled with anger and magically disappeared.
He cleared his throat, and what he said was completely different from his original intention, "Ahem, I came to see the condition of the wounded. I didn't expect the princess to be here."
"oh."
Xia Jing responded lightly, then turned around to bandage the next wounded person.
King Qian wanted to find something to say, but when he glanced at Xia Jing's hand movements, he couldn't hide his surprise: "Princess, you, you know how to bandage wounds?"
"Well, I asked someone for advice."
As long as King Qian doesn't find trouble, Xia Jing can still remain calm when talking to him.
"Just asking for advice, can you bandage it so well?"
“Practice makes perfect!”
"oh."
While talking, Xia Jing bandaged the slightly injured person and replaced him with another one.
King Qian moved his fat body and followed her without disturbing her.
The wounded were so nervous that they dared not breathe.
When King Qian saw Xia Jing bandaging the injured person's thigh, he almost couldn't help but rush forward to isolate Xia Jing from the injured person.
But he noticed Xia Jing's serious expression, and he was too timid to make any unnecessary moves.
I can only look away.
As soon as he looked away, he noticed the medicine box held in Hongmei's arms, "Princess, is this the medicine box you prepared?"
"Yeah." Xia Jing responded casually.
"When did you prepare it? Why didn't I know?"
"Also, what's the use of this strong liquor for washing wounds?"
"Princess, this medicine box of yours is so exquisite and well designed. Where was it made?"
Xia Jing stood up, glared at him, and cursed in a low voice: "I think you are sick, didn't you see that I was busy? Are you bothered by asking questions? If you have anything to do, you can ask me later after I finish my work.
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The weather has been warm recently, and my shoulders still hurt.