The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

"Lengru." Murong Canghai shouted.

"Yes, Your Highness." Leng Ru understood, and winked at a person in a corner not far away, the person nodded, and walked out to the sedan chair.

Su Yueming looked around with sharp eyes, only to realize that there were people protecting Murong Canghai Zhouquan everywhere.

"You are blind, you dare to bump into the sedan chair of the third lady of the Right Prime Minister's Mansion! Do you want to die? The third lady is the concubine of the Funing clan personally appointed by the emperor!"

Hearing a rough roar, the person who just came out of the corner immediately bent down, and followed carefully in fear.

"I bumped into the third lady, so don't think about your heads, get out!" The person carrying the sedan chair seemed to be doing it on purpose, shouting loudly on purpose to let people know that the person sitting in the sedan chair was Su Yueming. People looked sideways one after another.

Seeing this situation, Su Yueming snorted coldly, "As expected, it's really despicable!"

Murong Canghai glanced at the darkening sky, lowered the curtain of the carriage, and said, "Let's go, go to Zuo Xiangfu now, we will arrive before them."

Zuo Xiangfu.

A group of slaves were waiting outside the room in fear, and their eldest lady lost her temper for a long time inside, and three slaves had already been injured.

"Crack!" Only a loud noise was heard, a vase flew out from inside, hit a servant girl's head with a bang, and then fell to the ground, the priceless vase was shattered into pieces.

And the maid who was hit by the innocent fell to the ground, her head was bleeding, she covered her face and rolled on the ground in pain, howling.

Several other servants rushed forward to carry the injured person away to stop the bleeding.

"Don't leave, stop here! This lady's face was slashed twice, why, are the faces of you bastards more noble than my majestic eldest lady from Zuoxiang's mansion? Can't you bear it?"

Song Feiyan came out angrily, raised her hand and slapped twice, and slapped the servant across the face indiscriminately. The painful face of the servant who slapped him was bloodshot, but he didn't even dare to utter a sound.

There is a long and deep scar on the left and right sides of her face, and the beauty of her pretty face is no longer visible.

Now, the scars on her face have not healed, she can't pass through the door, can't go out the second door, she can only stay in the room aggrieved to recuperate, drinking bitter and astringent medicine, facing the ugly face, there is no place for anger To vent, he unscrupulously vented his anger on the servants in the room.

And every time she thought of Su Yueming scratching her face in front of so many people, making her lose face, she would get angry.

She, Song Feiyan, the dignified daughter of Zuo Xiangfu, the daughter of Princess Xuehen, and the emperor's niece, actually suffered such a big loss in front of Su Yueming, a worthless concubine, how could she swallow this pain!

What was even more unexpected was that even if her mother, Xuanyuan Xuehen, came and returned empty-handed, she couldn't touch Su Yueming's hair.

What kind of power does she have? !

"What's the matter?" Xuanyuan Xuehen walked over with a frown. She was dressed in a luxurious dress, with gold hairpins on her head, exuding a natural nobility. Behind her was a group of servants.

Seeing a few injured maids, she said to Yudie, the maid next to her, "Take them down to recuperate."

"Yes." Yudie instructed the others to carry the injured servant out.

"Mother!" Song Feiyan held Xuanyuan Xuehen's arm with both hands, and said unyieldingly, "I really can't swallow this breath, if I don't teach Su Yueming a lesson, I... I will die."