The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

That tone is as simple as saying, I ate a few bowls of white rice bowls for dinner today...

The more Jiang Nanyan thought about it, the more terrifying she felt.

She swallowed hard, and while observing Huang Fulian, she moved slowly, moving towards the door bit by bit.

"Where do you want to go?" Huang Fulian, who was furious, caught a glimpse of her small movements, and said with a dark face.

Jiang Nanyan froze, slowly raised her head inch by inch, and looked at the man standing by the round table. [

"No, no...I'm not going anywhere...I just...just finished eating and want...want to move around the house..." She explained with a dry smile.

In order to prove that what he said was true, he even waved his hands, swinging back and forth.

Huangfulian stood there straight, without moving.

The bottomless black eyes stared at the woman who was doing extremely funny stretching movements.

If Jiang Nanyan is left here, the situation will only get worse.

Maybe one day, she will not recognize herself at all.

Thinking of this, the corners of Huangfulian's eyes twitched, and the light flickered dimly for a few times.

No!

He can't keep her in this palace any longer!

Thinking of this, Huang Fulian didn't have any hesitation or doubt anymore, she took a quick step forward, stretched out her hand, and pulled Jiang Nanyan into her arms, wrapped her around her waist, and walked firmly towards the door.