Daily life of the crown princess

Chapter 557

"Bitch."

Jing Yu broke free from the shackles of the two guards, walked up to Yan Yue in a few steps, and slapped her across the face.

At first, Jing Mo felt that Jing Yu was a bit pitiful, and his raised lips were drawn down, a nest of snakes and rats, just laughing at fifty steps and a hundred steps.

Enraged by the slap, Yan Yue scratched and scratched, and soon left many marks on Jing Yu's face.

Impatient to see the two tearing apart, Jing Mo signaled the two guards to pull them away.

The people who were so in love before, now their eyes are red with hatred when they see each other.

"Prince, it's this woman who has been bewitching me all this time, letting me ascend the throne so that she can take the position of queen. If it weren't for her, I would never have rebelled." Jing Yu said angrily.

Yan Yue sneered, "It's impossible to rebel. If you don't have that thought in your heart, it's useless for me to confuse you."

It turned out that she had always thought that the man who liked him and would never change for the rest of her life was her delusion.

After watching the good show enough, Jing Mo said hypocritically, "I just feel that Uncle Huang and Miss Yan are very suitable, so it's better to pick a good day and get married."

"However, since we want to get married, we can't insult the reputation of the royal family. Uncle Emperor, the title of King An, probably won't last."

There was still news of King An's death outside, so it was naturally impossible for Jing Mo to let Jing Yu go out carelessly.

The current plan is to put him under house arrest in a place where no one can find him.

As for Yan Yue, it was the same.

The illusion he wanted to give those people was that Yan Yue was afraid of them and fled the capital without a trace.

If he just became an ordinary citizen, he would be gone without the title of King An, but what happened, Jing Mo's words involved Jing Yu and Yan Yue together.

Jing Yu naturally refused.

How could he have been so wronged before? He was put together by a woman, and now he has to be tied up with her.

"My main wife is a daughter of the Xiao family, and my side concubine is also a well-known noble daughter in Beijing. She is a concubine and the concubine of a high official. What is this bitch, she dares to talk to me."

The contempt in the words is easily visible.

Yan Yue clutched her chest, the surging anger in her heart almost burst out.

Hearing the word Xiao, Jing Mo felt uncomfortable for a moment.

Today, Qingqing seems to have gone to the Xiao family to see the body of the young lady of the Xiao family.

When he goes back later, he can pick her up along the way.

But, for what reason?
But Qingqing said that he couldn't pick it up.

Otherwise, if Mr. Xiao saw it, he would think that the two of them were so close that they couldn't leave for a long time.

Intimacy... Jing Mo curled the corners of his lips, he just wanted to let Lord Xiao know inadvertently, anyway, no one has the guts to propose a concubine nowadays.

If the relationship between the prince and the princess is not harmonious, these courtiers should be worried.

"Did the emperor forget that your side concubine died from a poisoning, and you personally sent someone to give you the wine. As for the main concubine Xiao..." Jing Mo paused, and continued, "Xiao has already been married to the emperor. Uncle and Li have nothing to do with each other."

If Wang An is allowed to get involved with Xiao Rou again at this moment, then he may be beaten up by Qing Qing.

I don't know what good deeds the two girls of the Xiao family have done in their previous lives, so that they can get Qingqing's help in this life.

Thinking of this, Jing Mo felt a little strange jealousy.

For the rest of the concubines, after Jing Yu conspired against him, Gu Beichen gave each of them a severance pay, and all of them left.

Yan Yue is the only one left now.

The two are indeed compatible, no matter what happens, they can take all the responsibility on themselves, as if they are so innocent, and all the mistakes are forced by others.

(End of this chapter)