The daily life of the great devil's favorite wife

Chapter 310 What is Fate?

The queen's words echoed repeatedly in the concubine's mind like a bell.

Her gaze became empty and crazy, she was waiting, waiting for the Queen's next words.

"Feimo has been with you since childhood. Every time you meet him, you are attracted by his gentleness and handsomeness. And he has always been responsive to you, right?"

the queen asked:

"Does he always tell you that he loves you and that he wants to stay with you for the rest of his life and grow old with you?"

The imperial concubine pushed the queen away, she shook her head, and even raised her hands to cover her ears.

"Zhuang Xi, don't deceive yourself. It looks like you saved my life from Concubine Ning, so I will tell you the truth."

The queen walked up to the imperial concubine again, raised her hand to grab her wrist, and said coldly:
"How can there be so many fates and coincidences in this world? The so-called fates are nothing more than our men from Prince Gong's mansion, who laid the groundwork with good intentions and sacrificed recklessly!"

"Seducing you and letting every princess of Zhuang Palace fall into it is the condition for them to become the next generation of King Gong. My father, grandfather, and great-grandfather are all like this. Of course, my younger brother Feimo is also the same."

Tears were pouring down like a tide, and the imperial concubine couldn't cry.Now that everything is in front of her eyes, she can no longer believe it.

"Then why, why didn't you attack Jiang'er?"

"Your little niece was just an idiot before. How can she be worthy of our Tzuyu?"

The queen shook off the imperial concubine and sneered disdainfully.

"Besides, Tzuyu's status is special, very comparable to others. Now the royal family is at the end of its strength, and will soon be wiped out under his hands."

The expressions of the three squatting in the dark changed, and Mo Linyuan and Mo Yonghong, who had recovered from his composure, almost coincidentally looked at Zhuang Jiang.

Those eyes seem to say, look, others look down on you.

Regarding this, Zhuang Jiang was full of black lines.

"She looks down on me, what does it matter to me?"

She is not the real Zhuang Jiang...

Mo Linyuan finally understood what she meant, and silently looked away.

But Mo Yonghong was so shocked by her answer that he couldn't speak.Come to think of it, it seems to make sense.

Ignoring Mo Yonghong's gaze, Zhuang Jiang muttered softly:
"I said why is that fate so strange, Prince Gong's Mansion is too scary..."

To what extent is this obsession with power to sell such an effort of lust!

Admire, simply admire.

Ever since, she cast her gaze on Mo Linyuan who was beside her.

Mo Linyuan frowned slightly, and a shadow passed over his facial features carved like knives.Because he saw an ominous premonition in Zhuang Jiang's eyes.

"Brother Linyuan, when will you have the consciousness of Prince Gong?"

"Why, you want me to use this trick to deceive you into nothing?"

Mo Linyuan pinched Zhuang Jiang's delicate face, the dead girl doesn't learn well all day long, she just thinks about things.

"Hiss," Zhuang Jiang patted Mo Linyuan away in pain, and said with a sly smile, "Who told you to lie to me? You see, everyone knows how to betray their looks, how about you?"

"You have been lying on my bed several times, how can I betray my lust?"

There was a faint smile on his crimson thin lips, Mo Linyuan's expression was a bit sleazy, but every word worked.

Because he directly told Zhuang Jiang that he was autistic...

"Ahem, don't talk nonsense, there are still people..."

Raising his finger to the side and stretching his neck, Zhuang Jiang said awkwardly, wanting to listen to Mo Yonghong's gossip again.

Mo Linyuan raised his eyes, only to see Mo Yonghong smiled awkwardly, and moved two steps consciously.

"Hehe, I didn't hear anything, really, I really didn't hear anything, eh, eh, don't do it, eh..."

　Yes, there are so many fates and coincidences in the world.There are many, but it's just the good intentions of the good people and the deliberate deliberations of the bad people.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)