The imperial concubine was spoiled by the prince again

Chapter 922 I think bastard looks better
Cheng Yanyu's heart suddenly galloped: "Hmph."

The guard stopped at the point and didn't say anything more, just changed the subject: "This subordinate is going to write a letter to the Patriarch, does Miss Cheng have anything to bring?"

Cheng Yanyu said without hesitation, "Bastard Zheng Lian."

Guard:  …

Here comes the question, should he write this truthfully?

Cheng Yanyu didn't care if the guards were worried or not, anyway, she immediately felt relieved after scolding him, and she even wanted to go for a walk.

Although she is imprisoned, it is not impossible to go out for a walk occasionally under the care of the guards. After all, she is a person, a living person.

When hanging out, they usually call Zheng Chong.

Zheng Chong is very happy every time he knows that he can accompany Miss Cheng for a walk, bouncing around like a child in his thirties.

Cheng Yanyu looked at the guard with a fake smile, and asked silently: Didn't the old lady say that she wanted to walk away by herself?
The guard only knew what to do. He was loyal to the Zheng family and Zheng Lian. Of course, he did whatever he wanted to please his master.

The master looked at Miss Cheng differently, so they just followed suit to save face.

But Sun Xiuxiu didn't know this. When she walked towards the residence with her sore legs, her mind was already confused. What kind of identity is Cheng Yanyu here?
Who knows.

Cheng Yanyu herself couldn't figure it out, but she just felt that since she was alive, she shouldn't live with a sad face.

Her grief is her own alone, and she is not so stupid if she lives in tears just to make relatives and enemies happy.

When passing by the smoking room, she happened to see Zheng Youde who was in a hurry.

The guards had been told not to let her have unnecessary contact with others, so before the two of them met, the guards stopped her.

Cheng Yanyu sneered disdainfully, Zheng Chong couldn't feel the unhappiness in the smile, just smiled and took out a straw butterfly from his pocket: "Miss Cheng, look, is it pretty?"

Cheng Yanyu rubbed her temples and reminded again: "Don't call me a girl, call me Aunt Cheng!"

Zheng Chong turned a deaf ear to it, but at this time he showed a bit of adult cunning, still shouting like a girl all the way.

Cheng Yanyu couldn't correct it, so she had to say viciously: "I think the bastard looks better, the one that looks like your father!"

Guards:  …

Not far away, Zheng Youde, who had lost a lot of weight, glanced casually, and was immediately blocked by the guards of the villa everywhere.

He turned his head indifferently and continued striding towards the smoking room. As soon as he entered, he quickly lit a cigarette and took a puff without even bothering to say hello.

The former steward who had resigned at the side was completely immersed in the world of bliss, and it took a long time before he opened his eyes and hooked his fingers at Zheng Youde.

Zheng Youde understood, glanced at the door, and quickly scraped off half of his share of smoke ointment and handed it over.

The man nodded with a satisfied smile, and then began to teach dry goods experience while smoking.

"You can go to other places in Zhuangzi, but there is a small courtyard that you must not enter."

"To tell you the truth, the person in front of me went into the yard because he was so high that he couldn't control himself, and disappeared the next day."

"I took over the position of steward in a much more hasty way than you."

He tapped on the cigarette rod: "Sometimes I envy you, kid, for having a patient senior like me give you careful guidance."

Zheng Youde hurriedly followed his words and began to flatter: "You are right, boy, the biggest reward for me coming here is to know you. If it weren't for you, I would be wandering around like a fly without a head."

(End of this chapter)