Chapter 714 The delicate little white flower that dreams of flying onto the branch 27
Chapter 714 The delicate little white flower that dreams of flying onto the branch 27
"Princess, calm down. Xizhu is ours after all. Even if we have a child..."
"Who wants her to have a child? It's disgusting. She's just a slave girl, how could she deserve it? I didn't expect her to turn against her master."
Compared with his competitor Azhi, Nan Chaochao was actually more disgusted by his own people taking the position.
Just as she was about to continue scolding Xizhu, Nanny Lin beside her pulled her hard.
Just as she was about to lose her temper, she saw Meng Huaijin standing at the door.
It was unknown how long the other party had been there, and he was looking down at the mess on the ground.
I thought Meng Huaijin would arrive in my yard very late.
In the past, he would come to his own yard late at night, but today he came so early and stood at the door without saying a word.
The maids and servants behind him all lowered their heads. It seemed that Meng Huaijin deliberately prevented them from making any sound.
Originally, Meng Huaijin didn't want to come so early, but he couldn't stand the threat of death from General Meng.
Thinking of the powerful slap General Meng had just given him, Meng Huaijin began to have doubts. If he was really a dying man, how could he have such great strength?
Now looking at Nan Chaochao's angry and ferocious look, Meng Huaijin felt extremely disgusted.
However, in order to promise Azhi, he still endured the discomfort in his heart and walked into the room.
At this time, Nan Chaochao hurriedly pushed Nanny Lin.
"Hurry up and send someone to clean up, don't let the general dirty his feet."
"Yes."
Seeing Nanny Lin calling for people to come in and clean up, Nan Chaochao forced a gentle smile.
"Huai Jin, you finally came. I thought you would never want to talk to me again."
"If I hadn't come, would you have agreed to let Xizhu marry you? You're truly worthy of being the daughter of King Jing. You've played your cards right. Ever since I set foot in the capital, I've known about Qing'er's existence, and you've arranged for Xizhu to come."
"But you didn't expect Xizhu to climb into bed and get pregnant with my child. Xizhu is really discerning. She knew it was useless to ask you for help, so she shamelessly went to Qing'er and asked Qing'er to ask for her status."
"You two, master and servant, are both calculating. One is vicious and the other is full of calculations. Only Qing'er is pure and kind, and would still consider villains like you."
Every word was like a knife, stabbing into Nan Chaochao's heart.
She was so angry that she was shaking all over.
"Is that how you look at me?"
"Then how do you want me to look at you, Princess? On my knees? Anyway, I'm here now, so you've achieved your goal."
Although Meng Huaijin was right next to her, Nan Chaochao felt as if they were thousands of miles apart.
The meal was tasteless, and we were still far apart when we lay in the same bed at night.
Meng Huaijin avoided her like the plague.
Nan Chaochao shed countless tears.
Azhi didn't know what was going on in the general's mansion, but she knew that there would be a big fuss when Xizhu came to the house.
The next day, Xizhu was taken away in a pink sedan.
Azhi smiled and waited for the show to begin.
You have to know that the maid next to Xizhu was arranged by me. Now I know exactly what happened in the general's mansion.
Yu'er looked at the gloomy weather outside and said softly, "It's windy outside. I think it's going to rain. Miss, please follow me back to the house. I don't want you to catch a cold."
Azhi looked up at the sky and nodded slightly.
"Yes, things have changed."
It was raining heavily outside, and Azhi was sitting under the beam enjoying the rain, with exquisite pastries beside her.
Just when she was about to fall asleep, a muffled sound woke her up instantly.
There was a person lying in the corner not far away, and blood was spreading to the side with the rain. Ah Zhi frowned slightly and realized that trouble was coming.
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