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"Leng Xiaoxiao, since you have become my princess, you are now my Daqi. If you still care about your identity as the princess of Gu Yue Kingdom, then you can go back immediately!"
Looking at these two people, Shen Manshu had already loosened his grip on Leng Xiaoxiao, with an indifferent look on his face.
Leng Xiaoxiao suddenly collapsed and turned around and ran towards her carriage.
Jun Mohan took a deep breath, then looked back at Shen Manshu: "Master Shen, this is just a misunderstanding. For the sake of my king, please don't pursue this matter any further."
Shen Manshu: "Since King Ping said so, it's hard for me to say anything."
Jun Mohan looked at her deeply, and then found that there was no warmth in the other person's eyes, and he felt a little frustrated.
Unconsciously, he and she seemed to be getting further and further away
After Prince Ping and his wife left, Shen Manshu turned around calmly, straightened his official uniform, and strode towards the threshold of the palace.
The vermilion door slowly closed behind her.
Because of Prince Ping and his wife, Shen Manshu came a little late, but the person she was talking to didn't care, and even asked her considerately if she had anything to do, if she could help him again.
Shen Manshu thanked the other party for his kindness, and then began to patrol.
He looks very serious on the surface, but is actually a bit absent-minded.
Will it be Princess Linlang?
Even if the resurrection technique is real, shouldn¡¯t the one who was resurrected be Queen Xiao?
Shen Manshu didn¡¯t understand that even though the Holy Father loved this sister very much, didn¡¯t everyone say that he had a particularly deep affection for Empress Xiao?
It¡¯s too complicated here.
I don¡¯t know when the white thighs will come back
After going through several thoughts, I suddenly heard a sound of beating and scolding.
Now there are only half of the beautiful girls left. Most of the remaining ones are from good backgrounds, and there are inevitably a few masters who are spoiled by their families and become more unruly and willful.
For example, this Miss Du.
She was beating and scolding Xinyu, the maid she brought.
?That is Shen Yiwen.
Miss Du has always had a bad temper. Now that she has been in the palace for a few days, there are many people with higher status than her, and she has even been squeezed out. She feels unhappy, but she does not dare to talk to those nobles from the palace. The girls retorted and ended up beating and scolding the maid.
Not to mention, Miss Du was very disgusted when Xinyu blocked His Highness King Yong some time ago.
The noble man in the harem even sent someone to mention it specifically.
Ms. Du was so frightened that she had been planning to find an opportunity to teach this scoundrel who wanted to climb high in the past few days a lesson!
After all, she was beating and scolding her maid. Even the aunt in charge looked at her twice and turned away, not meddling in such nosy matters.
Shen Yiwen was slapped several times by Miss Du. She was so shocked that she didn't even have time to resist.
She suddenly began to doubt her birth.
What did you do wrong? Why should I suffer such humiliation here for nothing?
Even though she is a concubine, she is a noble daughter from the Shen family!
When she left her father and aunt and lived outside for such a long time, she suffered a lot. She thought she could follow Miss Du into the palace and become a master in one fell swoop.
In the end, that good opportunity was ruined by that bitch Shen Manshu!
Now, this Miss Du still dares to hit her and scold her!
And, it has happened many times!
Everything is different from what she thought before, different.
Shen Yiwen's mentality finally collapsed!
She stood up suddenly, pushed Miss Du who was beating her to the ground, raised her foot and kicked her hard.
"Let you hit me! Do you know who I am! Do you know who my uncle is!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com