The black belly is too fierce

Chapter 142 The news of death spread
In the early morning of the next day, Su Moliang's Liuhua Palace was unprecedentedly lively.

Su Moliang received countless dowries last night, which filled her entire room, counting the money until her hands cramp.

She originally wanted to take advantage of the early morning to sleep in for a while, but she was disrupted by the group of young ladies.

Mother An said it was a rule, the concubine's room should greet the main room.

There was no other way, Su Moliang could only come to the main hall and accept their worship.

However, when she stepped into the main hall, she saw a dozen or so women sitting on both sides of the main hall, chatting freely, they didn't seem to come to pay her respects.

It wasn't until they saw Su Moliang appear that they stood up reluctantly, and gave a symbolic salute to Su Moliang, without any respect in their eyes.

Maybe they are still a little jealous of her status as a princess, they dare not be too presumptuous.

But I also know that Su Moliang is a savage shrew and won't be favored by the Ninth Prince, so what they do is to save face, no one is really in awe, and they even feel a little disdainful in their hearts.

Su Moliang took this scene into his eyes, walked slowly to the top of the main hall, and sat down firmly.

Nanny An followed her, much calmer than yesterday.

Because she knew that these women in front of her were just clowns in front of the young lady, they couldn't make any big waves, and they ended up tragically, which is quite ridiculous to think about.

Seeing that Su Moliang didn't get angry, her expression remained calm, and there was always a decent smile on her lips, everyone thought she was easy to bully.

Seeing this, Song Miaofu, who offended Su Moliang last time, snorted disdainfully: "Princess, you got up really late, we have been waiting for you here for a long time."

This woman was young, spoiled and brought up, she has a very violent temper, and if she felt uncomfortable, she would just spit it out without thinking about it.

Su Moliang smiled lightly, as if he didn't care about it: "Yes, I really made you sisters wait for a long time."

Hearing what she said, everyone had no good looks. If it wasn't for impressing the Ninth Prince, they wouldn't want to come so early to pay their respects to the concubine.

"Princess, it's time for me to go to bed tonight, shouldn't you send a maid to help me dress up!" Song Miaofu clenched her fingers jealously when she thought that Yang Lingqiu had taken the opportunity.

Su Moliang nodded, "Naturally, your father is the second bidder, so it should be you tonight."

When Song Miaofu heard this, a look of excitement and pride jumped onto her face, and she nodded in satisfaction.

Then at this moment, the figure of the green vine rushed outside, and the voice of panic came all the way: "Miss—it's not good, it's not good, the big thing is not good—"

When Lv Man ran to the top of the main hall, he was already sweating profusely and out of breath.

Su Moliang glanced at her calmly, and said calmly; "What's wrong?"

Lv Man pointed to the direction outside the door, her eyes widened in horror, and she gasped and said: "Miss, go and have a look, that Yang Lingqiu is dead!"

"what!"

Before Su Moliang could speak, the other women were the first to start amazed.

"Speak clearly, didn't Yang Lingqiu go to serve the bed, why did he die?" Song Miaofu was so startled that her expression froze, she immediately asked with a frown.

Lu Man glanced at her, and said in shock: "It is said that he was killed by the prince—"

"What!" Song Miaofu was terrified, and her pretty face, which was still proud just now, turned pale as paper.

"Why did the lord want to kill her?" Shen Ruyu, the daughter of the Shen family, was also frightened and asked hurriedly with a bad complexion.

"Why else, it must have made the prince unhappy." When Lu Man thought that the prince was angry with Su Moliang for a whole day yesterday, and encountered such a cheating thing as a bed attendant at night, she was probably blown out of anger. , Yang Lingqiu was shot to death without saying a word.

Yang Lingqiu also committed crimes and was taken advantage of.

All the girls couldn't help shivering when they heard this.

They really didn't expect that the Ninth Prince, a cripple, would be so violent, and if he was unhappy, he would kill someone. Such a waste of human life, it's too terrifying.

"Miss, Steward Zhong is waiting at the door now, and he wants to ask what to do with Yang Lingqiu's body? I wonder if we should send it back to Yang's house?" Lu Man wiped off her sweat anxiously, and loudly asked for Su Moliang's opinion.

Su Moliang frowned coldly, and said coldly: "Go back to the Yang family! Since Yang Lingqiu has married into the palace and served the prince's bed, he is a member of the palace. It's just a concubine, why bother to mobilize people, since he offended the prince If you are not happy, then throw it in the backyard to feed the dogs, and remember not to hinder the eyes of the prince."

Lu Man was shocked, and her terrified expression suddenly froze, as if she had reacted to something, a smile suddenly appeared on her face, and she quickly agreed: "Yes, servant girl, let's go!"

After speaking, she trotted out of Liuhua Palace, her pace was much lighter than when she came here.

Hearing this, all the women present turned pale with fright.

Unexpectedly, looking at the gentle and gentle princess, she would be so cold-blooded and ruthless. She could downplay matters that mattered to human life, and she simply regarded human life as nothing.

It's fine if Yang Lingqiu died, but he was thrown to the dogs, not even leaving a whole body behind, it's just too cruel——

"Princess, you are going too far. Yang Lingqiu is the daughter of the Yang family, and she is a living human being. Not only do you not make decisions for her, but you also want to add insult to injury!" Song Miaofu couldn't stand it anymore, and shouted angrily.

Su Moliang smiled coldly, and a glint of coldness flashed across her beautiful eyes, "Sister Song, Yang Lingqiu has already married into the palace, she is a member of the palace, and has nothing to do with the Yang family, and this palace is the mistress of the palace. Naturally, she has the right to decide. Besides, she was killed by the prince, so it is impossible for me to blame the prince."

Hearing this, Song Miaofu trembled all over, being stared at by her stern eyes gave a chill.

That's right, when the prince killed a concubine, no one cared about it. It can be said that it was an insignificant matter.

And Su Moliang, as the princess, is also responsible for the aftermath of the prince, and she can't find any faults.

After hearing these words, Song Miaofu suddenly felt that she had fallen into an ice cellar, and the coldness rushed from the soles of her feet to her forehead, causing her to break out in a cold sweat.

At this moment, the other women were also frightened and stiffened, and their skin was tense, and they never dared to be as free and loose as before.

Seeing that everyone was so terrified, Su Moliang couldn't help but said quietly: "Sister Song, it's your turn to attend bed tonight, you have to behave well, don't make the prince angry like Yang Lingqiu, otherwise , the consequences are very serious—”

Her light tone fell on Song Miaofu's heart, but it was as heavy as a thousand catties, making her breathless for a while.

Yang Lingqiu is no uglier than her, and her figure is no worse than her, and everyone can see her pretentious charm.

Even she made the prince unhappy and died unexpectedly.

Then what should they do with those who are not as good as Yang Lingqiu?
Song Miaofu was so frightened that her hairs stood on end, her eyes looked at Su Moliang above in fear, her heart beat like a drum beating violently.

"Princess, I'm not feeling well today. I don't think I'll go to bed anymore. I'll give this opportunity to other sisters."

As she spoke, Song Miaofu pointed to the women around her with a pale face.

Seeing this, the women around were all frightened and quickly waved their hands: "No, no, Mr. Song spent so much money, and we dare not make mistakes in the order in which we snatched it!"

(End of this chapter)