Your Majesty, you are under arrest

In the carriage that caused the accident, a sharp gaze had been on Wen Xining since she appeared, watching her calmly stop the bleeding and save others, the interest in her eyes became more and more intense, and a meaningful smile curled up at the corner of her mouth.

"Uncle Fu." After dealing with everything, Wen Xining called softly, and Uncle Fu, who had been standing by for a long time, hurried forward, "The old slave is here."

"Immediately send someone to take him to the nearest hospital for bandages, be careful not to touch his hands, and send him back to the mansion first." According to Wen Xining's instructions, Uncle Fu personally took the boy to the hospital. He got into the carriage and galloped towards the nearest hospital.

Wen Xining stood up, looked around, and finally settled on the luxury carriage that had been quietly parked beside her, her eyes suddenly turned cold.

"My lady, my lady, there's a lot of blood on your hands. Shuo'er will wipe it off for you." At this moment, Beitang Shuo appeared out of nowhere, holding a white handkerchief in one hand, and holding Wen Xining in the other. Hands full of blood, distressed but carefully wiped.

"Ah, isn't this Lord Shuo?"

"Yes, yes, is this girl the new wife of Lord Shuo?"

"Unexpectedly, this Concubine Shuo is not only kind-hearted, but also capable. Lord Shuo is truly blessed."

"Master, I'm fine." Everyone's praise didn't make Wen Xining feel better, she gently pushed Beitang Shuo's hand away, and she coldly shouted at the carriage that had never moved: "I hurt someone, Do you just want to shrink inside and be a turtle? Don't let me down!"

Her tone was arrogant and merciless. Even though the onlookers knew her identity, they were still sweating for her. After all, the people in this car were not easy to provoke even this idiot prince.

Sure enough, after a moment of silence, the people in the car lost their temper...

"Wen Xining, you are looking for death!" Following a voice full of anger, a soft whip shot out from the carriage.

Wen Xining frowned slightly, such a familiar voice, such a familiar scene, didn't you experience this just last night?

She couldn't allow her to think too much, the whip had already hit her in front of her, but just when she was about to block it, the whip deviated from the direction and swept across the ground beside Wen Xining abruptly, bringing a dust.

In the misty dust and mist, the man in a brocade robe held Pei Min'er's hand holding the whip with one hand behind his back, and smiled at Wen Xining.

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