The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

She stared resentfully at Xiahou Fengli, who was surrounded by a group of people in the center, and muttered and complained in a low voice, "How can His Royal Highness do this! She clearly promised the Crown Princess that she would not touch other women again. In the blink of an eye, I married another woman! Men are really unreliable, they are all philandering!"

"Xia He, don't you want your head?" Jiang Nanyan turned her head and gave her a sideways look, without moving her expression.

"Crown Princess, aren't you angry?" Xia He asked, waving her fist.

"Angry? What's there to be angry about?" Jiang Nanyan blinked in confusion and asked her back.

Just a man. [

A man who doesn't even want to tell the truth.

Jiang Nanyan smiled lowly.

She was just a little puzzled, how could she have been immersed in the erotic atmosphere created by this man, completely unable to see the truth.

why?

Jiang Nanyan didn't know why.

When a person's brain short-circuits, there is no reason at all.

Or in other words, she herself allowed this to happen.

Because in her heart, she always felt that she was just a passerby in this time and space.

A passer-by who doesn't even have a body is just a ray of soul. Who knows when she will fall again and fall back to modern times?