The Evil King of Poison Girl Play: Playful Little Demon Concubine

Chapter 322

Hearing the visit of the Ninth Princess, Mu Xi was slightly taken aback.When she came to the imperial capital for the first time, she didn't know much about the people and things in the imperial capital. Who is this nine princesses? Is she visiting Qing Li or herself?

"Sister Du Ying, which Ninth Princess, what is her relationship with the prince?" Mu Xi raised her eyebrows slightly.

I have just arrived at the palace and there are people like me who came to visit. It is understandable for the Hua family and the Zuo family to visit, but what is going on with the Ninth Princess, is it possible that she is here to find Qingli?
I heard from Du Ying before that Qing Li seldom stayed in the imperial capital, and even less often returned to the palace. It is very likely that the nine princesses came to the palace because of the news.

"Princess, the ninth daughter of King Wuling. This ninth princess has always liked the prince. I heard that she tried to get the emperor to marry him before, but the prince didn't agree. Every time I hear the news of the prince's return, nine The princess will come, and the crowd will not stop." Du Ying reminded.

"Princess, the prince is not here now, do you want the slaves to send the Lord of the Ninth Princess away?" Du Juan who came to report asked.

Although Mu Xi is said to be the princess, it seems that she and the prince are not yet married.Now that the prince is not here, if the Lord of the Ninth Princess knows that Mu Xi lives in the palace and lives here as a concubine, the two of them will not fight at that time.

If the two of them really fight, they don't know who to help.

"Oh, the Ninth Princess? No, let her go to the main hall. I really want to get to know the Ninth Princess." A faint smile appeared on Mu Xi's face, and she moved quickly towards the main hall.

"Sister, what do you think the princess wants to do? The Ninth Princess is notoriously unruly and willful, and she likes the prince so much. If the princess wants to see her, will the two fight?" Du Ying was a little worried.

These two women were not young, and it was difficult for them to explain which one had an accident, so she was very worried about Mu Xi's meeting with Princess Jiu.

"Is there any way, Jiu Junzi likes the prince so much, and the princess is not her, she and the concubine should meet as soon as possible. Forget it, since the concubine insists on meeting, let them meet, if they fight in a while If it doesn’t work, we will stop it, as long as no one is killed, we have an answer to the prince and the father of the ninth princess. Well, follow the princess, and I will pick up the ninth princess.” Du Juan told his sister Only then hurriedly walked towards the outside of the palace.

Speaking of Mu Xi, when she entered the main hall, she sat down in the seat of the main lord. At the same time, she asked Du Ying to make her a cup of tea. Her leisurely appearance was a bit like that of a hostess.

Soon, Mu Xi, who was drinking tea, noticed several breaths approaching the main hall, which made the teacup in her hand pause slightly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Several breaths were getting closer and closer, and soon, several figures entered the main hall one after another.

After entering the main hall, Du Juan quickly stepped forward: "Princess, the Ninth Princess has been brought here."

Listening to Du Juan's return, Mu Xi slowly poured down the teacup: "Thank you, Sister Du Juan, is this the Lord of the Ninth Princess?"

While speaking, Mu Xi's eyes slowly turned to the girl in the pink dress standing in the center of the main hall.I saw the other party about eighteen or nineteen years old, with his head tilted slightly, on that delicate face, two curved willow-leaf eyebrows, a pair of exquisite eyes with a hint of anger, and a small tear-stained mole at the corner of his left eye, With his hands behind his back, his waist straightened slightly, the charm on his chest fluctuated with the rhythm of his breathing, not like a visit, but more like a declaration of war.

(End of this chapter)