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Chapter 612 Seeing Your Identity (Part [-])

People in Beijing have always spoken tactfully.

Even if they hate each other, they always have to be concerned about their own identities on the surface. Even if there is hatred or resentment, it is rare for them to speak ill of each other in person and lose their identities.

After the rise of Mrs. Song from the Song family, she kept her self-preservation, and she always showed her face when she met her. How could she ever see Bei Wang who didn't follow the routine and directly slapped her in the face, even sarcastically.

Her face was flushed at first, and she was furious, wanting to swear at people just because of her age as usual.

But who knew that when he raised his head and touched those icy eyes, it was like being splashed with a basin of cold water.

She suddenly remembered that the King of the North led his troops back to the capital, broke into Prince Heng's mansion, lifted King Heng and the son of Prince Heng's mansion by the neck like a dead dog, and threw them out of the mansion. Sent on the guillotine thing.

That night, blood flowed like rivers in Prince Heng's mansion, and no one survived.

The head of Caishikou in Jingzhong was hung on the wooden stake like that, and it took seven full days before someone tremblingly took it down, wrapped it in a straw mat, threw it to the mass grave, and buried it indiscriminately. .

Bei Wang said that he had more than one or two lives of elders in his hands, that is true, those in Prince Heng's mansion and those in the royal family who were killed by him, I am afraid that he can't count them with two hands.

"My lord, I..."

Mrs. Song remembered what happened to those people in Prince Heng's Mansion, and when facing Yan Wuge, she didn't have the slightest bit of toughness.

Her lips trembled, and she forced back the words that she almost blurted out, and forced a smile, "You misunderstood, I..."

"All right."

Princess Wen Xian interrupted her when she wanted to explain.

She came here today because of Shen Junjiu. She wanted to see what the woman Yan Wuge liked looked like, and she was not interested in paying attention to those from the Song family. She clearly wanted to take advantage of the Shen family brothers and sisters. Relatives who have their ambitions engraved on their foreheads.

When Mrs. Song taught Shen Jun a lesson just now, she was already unhappy.

Seeing that she was frightened by the Northern King at this time, her face was pale and she seemed to be about to faint, and she felt even more unlucky.

Princess Wen Xian's expression was indifferent: "Not everyone in the royal family can teach you a lesson. What I gave to your granddaughter just now is also given to you now. Be careful in the future and recognize your own identity."

He obviously didn't speak harsh words, but they were even more insulting than Yan Wuge's words.

Princess Wen Xian's words were like holding a whip, directly whipping her on the face viciously, peeling off her face, throwing it on the ground and stepping on it.

She has a noble status, even Emperor Ming Qi's concubines and empress have to respect her when they see her, let alone just an ordinary official woman who has lost her imperial order.

Princess Wen Xian didn't even think about how much her words would humiliate Mrs. Song, but her brows and eyes were indifferent.

"Song Xuanrong, as the official secretary of the Ministry of Rites, should be good at restraining the people in the house. He already had a murderous wife, and now he has such a narrow-minded and unkind grandmother. No wonder he raised such a frivolous daughter."

Her sentence was already a clear accusation, and it even brought Song Zhiyuan along with it.

Shen Junjiu looked up at Song Zhiyuan and Mrs. Song, whose faces were pale and unbearable, and then at Princess Wenxian who was full of awe, and Princess Changhe who had a shallow expression but agreed with her. She pursed her lips and suddenly had an idea .

(End of this chapter)